Please, care for your introverts

 

We're not OK.

Participating with the TRHPS gang

I don't remember exactly when it was that I first experienced the madness of The Rocky Horror Picture Show but I know very well how much I loved it, because it stuck with me and never failed to bring a smile to my face at any point of recollection. It was about ten years ago that I discovered this audience participation business going on with cult musicals as I saw a Swedish film critic go to a The Sound of Music Audience Participation dressed up as a nun. The dude in question is over six feet tall, is a total metal head with the long hair and HUGE sideburns but he looked as if he had a blast and a half singing along with "The Hills are Alive".

   It was inspiring.

   Also funny as fuck.

   And I wanted to do it too.

   Never were a huge fan of The Sound of Music though.

   Which brings us back to that cult hit Rocky Horror.

   Last week I did my first (but I hope not the last) The Rocky Horror Picture Show Audience Participation. Dressed in a fancy vest and jacket, extravagant bow tie, silver shoes, and flamboyant (and extremely cheap) pink feather boa I nervously entered the theatre with a friend on my arm and was welcomed by what I can only describe as our 'Fellow Transylvanians'. A whole horde of them. Now it was our turn to have a blast and a half through the film and then disperse to our separate homes. That whole thrilling experience only to be left staring off into space in longing for the next time we can meet up and do the Time Warp together.

   Just wow. Highly recommended.

Disney these days

There's an hilarious Breaking Bad reference in Zootopia. And several G.I. Jane references. BUT THERE'S A HUGE BREAKING BAD REFERENCE IN A DISNEY MOVIE.
I LOVE IT.

This man of... mine?

It's not official until it's on facebook, right? I mean, that's what I've been told. I dunno. This has to be seen as foreign territory to me after being single for the last 6½ years. I actually have a boyfriend. Let that sink in for a moment...

And it was him that I took with me to Dara O'Briain last night to have a fantastic time.

#chuggyhaditcoming

Halloween

Dylan Moran is a fucking genius. And apparently he understands Swedes pretty well since most of his show was about death, the absurdity of modern society and being fat.

And I have purple/pink hair now. And I have just finished my Halloween outfit (about an hour ago). Yes. I know Halloween was two weeks ago but there's no better reason than Halloween to have a fancy dress party. And for some of us, every day is Halloween. Or at the very least, tomorrow (that would be Saturday) is Halloween. I'm looking forward to this soooo much. I'm planning on taking a lot of pictures.

Lets say it again; "Halloween".

Morning mood

I bought a new coffee cup the other week. It goes very well with my morning mood.

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Books I found... rather disappointing. Pt.1.

Anger Management for Beginners by Giles Coren.

   I have reached the conclusion that Giles Coren is an asshat. Granted, he’s a quite handsome and eloquent asshat but an asshat nonetheless.

   As I’ve finished his book Anger Management for Beginners I’ve learnt all those things about Mr. Coren that I really didn’t want to know after enjoying Supersizers as much as I did. Aside from what I already did know - that he’s a columnist for The Times, a food critic and general misanthrope - I’ve gotten to know plenty of other things that just can’t be unlearnt and doesn’t really speak to his benefit.

   Anger Management for Beginners is the kind of books that could vent your anger for you. If you wake up one day and feel terribly angry because you absolutely loathe airports, there’s a chapter about that which you can read (chapter 2: Travel), have a laugh and hopefully not murder someone when you get to said airport. I can gladly admit that I giggled like a mad person when reading some of the book (for example chapter 5: The Boat Race is a hoot) but regretfully those few chapters or parts of chapters can’t weigh up to the ones I found truly offensive and sometimes even going against the general public good - like the chapter where Coren explains that a real man doesn’t wear a cycling helmet but would rather die or the chapters in which he explains that he hates fat people to the point where he’s certain that the statement “fat and happy” just can’t be and feels that anorexia is better by far.

   Coren’s hate is inexhaustible and seemingly unstoppable and it’s applicable to most things, but to me it just seems like he’s infinitely bitter, in acute need of some self-distance and a calming cup of tea. Also, he should maybe keep to being a food critic and only that. I still love Supersizers.