The Love, Blood, and Rhetoric School

I am really dragging today after our moonlight vomit adventure. Katrina, however, woke me up at seven all bright eyed and bushy tailed with the outfit she picked out for school. I probably qualify as a horrible mother and person for letting her go to school today, but it was very evident her being sick was due to over-indulgence and not sickness. And she was fine.

But I went and lifted, and I'm glad I did. I'm having some random sharp pains under my left knee cap, which is very unusual for me. I'm hoping it's just from muscle tightness, because it is better now than this morning. I didn't go super heavy, just 65 for split squats and 75 for Romanians. Then I took a very leisurely shower.

Robs and I went to see dad after the Y. He didn't want to go out because of the cold, so robs and I did his grocery shopping and dropped it off.

I got a package of nice pork chops on sale, so I think I'll make ginger pork with broccoli for supper. Not sure what else to have with it. Probably quinoa.

...but there exists a 1966 broadcast of Carousel and one of Brigadoon starring Robert Goulet.

I must own both.

This is the first morning in months we haven't had to get up and get gone in the morning. No preschool, no gymnastics, no church. It's really nice to have a quiet morning in our jammies.

I'm watching the Lincoln Center broadcast performance of Company, and five minutes in I already have burning thoughts.

I like the costuming. It places things squarely in the 1970s without feeling fakey or too costumey.

I did not know Martha Plimpton could sing.

Whoever did the sound mixing deserves an award. You can hear and distinguish every person's lyrics, which is no mean feat with thirteen people singing. I've never heard this number sound so good. Really amazing.

I am thrilled that they have the whole New York Philharmonic for this. I do not like the trend toward using smaller and smaller orchestras for shows.

I want to smack Neil Patrick Harris. Hit the damn note. You are not Perry Como. Stop scooping!

Patti Lupone is actually singing singing, and not just giving her Patti Lupone impersonation! Yay! She sounds great.

Why did they give Stephen Colbert Sorry Grateful? Must you ruin my favorite song??? Bad move. He sounds like he's imitating a classic country singer. He's hitting the notes, but there's no legato and this really odd twang. :-(

All three guys on this are weak. The Broadway revival men were amazing.

I thought I lost my keys this morning. Turns out they were in my bra, which I was wearing at the time. I'm still not sure how I managed not to notice.

In other news, Bruce's mother seems blithely unaware of how much she is alienating her oldest son. If we don't get this house because of her crap, I don't think he'll ever speak to her again.

To put this in perspective, Bruce is six foot four.

...by why is everyone acting like Tom Hiddleston's Loki is the first time a villain/antagonist has been more interesting and attractive than the hero?

Did everyone else actually spend their formative years lusting over the hero, rather than his brother/cousin/enemy with the drinking problem who just needs someone to take care of him?

Looking back at my fictional crushes from being young, it was Francis Poldark in Poldark and Mark in Flambards (good gods was young Steven Grives hot), both of whom are gateway drugs to having a serious antagonist fixation.

Neither of these guys is evil, but they each grew up poor with jackass fathers and no mothers, fall in love with a girl who loves their brother figure, and cover the hurt with sarcasm. In Francis' case it's such an obvious front it's painful. Francis actually gets the girl, but then can't cope with the fact that she doesn't love him much. He's weak, and wastes his life gambling and drinking, which of course does nothing to make him more popular with his wife. I still want to give him a big hug and ask how his day went whenever I read or watch. He was savable.

Mark goes the asshole route, mostly because he identifies with jackass father to save himself the abuse. The war is probably the best thing that could have happened to him, if only because it forces him to realize other people are actually real too. The first three books and the miniseries have him get a happy ending, with a wife of his own, and a decent relationship with his sister-in-law and her children. A good enough life. The fourth book I like to pretend doesn't exist.

So flist, tell me about your fictional crushes! I can't be the only one who found the heroes boring. (Except for the Georgette Heyer reformed rake heroes. I like those guys!)

Miss Katrina in her Astrid costume. I am so proud of how this turned out!

A very fast-moving triceratops.

We had a good time, despite the rain. Mom came over and she and I took the kids out from 630 until about 715. Then Robs and I headed home and mom and Katrina stayed out until after eight

That beef stroganoff was so good I want to lick out the cast iron skillet. I haven't, but I want to.

It's really that good. Seriously. I'm sad I have to give the leftovers to Dad, but he's the reason I made it in the first place.

I love the whole world on deadlift day!

Four sets, eight reps each, wide grip, 115 lbs.