This Post Was Supposed to Be Something Else...

[sisabet]

I was going to talk about the seedy undercurrent in "Annie" - what kinda Pervert was Daddy Warbucks that he wanted an orphan for two weeks? What was up with Annie herslf - or should we call her "Lolita" wanting to "bond" with her rich benefactor? And I resent the villification of that poor, stretched beyond her limit, Miss Hannigan. Those children were brats. She had a shit job and it drove her to drink. I've been there. These things are fresh in my mind because I had to endure not one, but two performances at the boy's K-8 in the last 2 days. He was FDR - and only appears on stage in the last 5 minutes. Last night Dawn and I folded to our self-preservation instincts and snuck in after intermission, thankfully skipping "Tomorrow" and "Hard-Knock Life." Whew. Also "shhhh." What the boy doesn't know, will not hurt him. We then had to go to the cast party featuring screaming children of all varieties and sizes and an all you can eat, grease-laden pizza buffet. I begged Dawn to not make me go. I warned her that she would owe me big-time. It wasn't a total loss - I hung with the 16 year old stage manager and recounted tales of the college theater life (the little I delved into it). Dawn freaked because at some point the lines of communication crossed and she thought that the girl sitting at the table with us was the girl the boy took to the Valentine's Day Dance. When I asked what grade she was in and she said she was a Junior, Dawn squeaked, "A junior in Junior High?" which just earned her strange looks from both me and the pseudo-cradle-robbing-whore.

I would like to claim my "You Owe Me Big" today because Dawn is on this manic throwing things away and cleaning the house spree and at any minute I expected to be TOSed like an easy violation. The house does seem more livable, but I am this close to putting a vid I am sick of away for good and the constant distraction of being cognizant of another's feelings is wearing at me. I never said I wasn't selfish.

Also - the dust? Kinda making me wheeze. I may go to work in a minute. I need a break.

Comments

[keswindhover.livejournal.com]

Anyone who sings like Annie deserves beatings and possibly death. Miss Hannigan had a good point.

And I too have been tidying and cleaning stuff - inspired by the fact that my specs have been missing for seven days. You will be happy to know that I found them in the magazine rack.

[elinora.livejournal.com]

I thought I was the only one who worried about Daddy Warbucks. I mean, come on, you take a little orphan and plan to give them a few weeks of happiness, and then send them back to the orphanage....like rent-an-orphan to make yourself feel good???

Why not, I don't know, send one or two to college or something. I was always mad at Annie for leaving all her little friends back at the home. She could have got them jobs as menial servents or something, then they would have got paid for doing the same work.

I'm very bitter, because I had to be a usherette during fifteen million performances of that stupid play. And my mother didn't come, because I refused to subject her to that horror, even though I painted all the damn sets. I put cobwebs in, and painted rats on the walls in the orphanage. Big scary rats. My rats recieved a better review in the local paper than the play did. HA!