Oh man...*wipes tears from eyes*
So, I saw the following photo on Yahoo, and thought it would be fun to start a "Caption this!" thread on
FSU. The best ones, I think (and there may be more to come...I can't wait!):
(From left to right: Emanuel Sandhu, Chris Mabee, and Jeff Buttle)
- "Shhhhhh! Don't anyone tell Jeff his fly is open..."
- "Oh crap, my 'stiff-upper-lip' implant is falling out."
- "Jeff, can you please get my purse that I dropped on the ice?"
- "Hmmm...should I tell Jeff that those pants do nothing for his butt?"
- "Hee, Hee! Someone needs tush implants."
- "Hmm hmm hmm...you can see his panty lines."
Happy Birthday!
To me! Not planning to do anything particularly extravagant, since it always occurred during finals week in high school. I like being on the down-low with it. However, the perfect birthday present for me would be for
Jeff Buttle to win
Canadian Nationals with a kickass free skate. (And shut up Emanuel Sandhu for all of the "Jeff isn't on my level since he doesn't have a quad" talk)
GO JEFF GO!
*warm fuzzy feelings*
I love older skaters. It's just so nice to have them skating with you when you're so used to the young'uns flitting around and trying crazy jumps and spins. The adults are not out there because their moms are sitting by the boards expecting them to land their jumps; they're not out there because their coaches are making them do competitions; they're not out there because they want to go to the Olympics. They're out there because they love it. It's so easy to forget that.
No class today since prof is at a conference. Since it was only a one-time deal, I figured I might as well traipse over to the rink and skate a bit. Well okay, more like traipse 2 miles to the mall and then take a bus over to the rink. Well, what a good decision because the ice was
completely empty save for two advanced freestyle skaters working on spins and choreography, and two older skaters working on basic moves and ice dancing. If only the ice were a bit softer, then it would have been perfect! (Darned that cold, brittle hockey ice! I was kicking ice chips the entire time...)
The female half of the ice dancing duo, Janet, asked me if I was taking lessons (HAHAHAHI'mreallynotthatgood..) and then we fell into a conversation. She used to skate in Ice Capades, and was getting back after 37 years off. Her partner Paul (getting close to his 50th high school reunion) was a roller dancer who was just learning ice, and claimed that roller skating was a lot easier than ice skating. I have to strongly disagree, LOL.
It's so inspiring to have folks like them because you always hear of people losing sight of life after retirement, or after they get past that midlife crisis. It's assumed that once you're getting up there in age, you're not allowed to do certain things anymore. A 50-year-old learning how to skate? *GASP!*
My mom once admitted that her greatest fear of getting old was losing zest for life. Her mother is going through it - she can't find a purpose to get up every morning anymore. Mom said that that was why she was always trying to get me into extracurriculars like art and piano; so I'd have something to do when I was old and decrepit, LOL. Mom has a lot of things she'd still like to do, like gardening, making crafts, piano, etc. And my dad? Er, I suppose he'd be happy anywhere with his computer books. Right now he's getting into biotechnology, and having to relearn general biology to do it (hah! I can be useful!). But one things for certain: you won't find my parents at any ice rink anytime soon!
Anyway, Janet offered to give me a ride back to the college after I had complained about having to go through so much trouble of walking and then taking the bus. Or, rather, volunteered Paul to drive me back, haha, since it was on the way to his office. (He's the owner of the flight school at Cable Airport...you won't find my parents there either! Haha..) He was a good sport about it though. And quite the gentleman! *sighs at today's lack of chivalry among men. Although I admit it would be really weird to be subject to it 24/7..*
Hmmm...
I couldn't decide whether my English prof looked more like Ryan Jahnke (see previous post) or Clay Aiken today. I think a bit of both...it's still really weird, LOL.
Went into a short discussion about the quality of the new
Phantom of the Opera movie with Julia (a kickass first soprano), and we both agree that the singing was not as top-notch as we had expected. For all of the hype that
Emmy Rossum got for her training at the Met, I know that at least 5 sopranos - Julia included - in our 100-member college choir could give her a run for her money singing-wise. And that's only the sopranos I've heard sing solos, LOL. In support of Emmy though, I am convinced that she was told to hold back in order to sound more innocent, cause geez who would believe that a 16-year-old girl could have a full-bodied voice? (Actually, the most beautiful voice I've ever heard was of a 17-year-old first soprano in our choir, so yes, teenage girls can sound mature without sounding like they're 30.) Emmy did hit some high notes very strongly, and you just don't get strong high notes from a singer who doesn't have a strong all-around voice. For this, I'm willing to put part of the blame on Mr. Schumacher, LOL.
Especially after reading an interview with Gerry "The Phantom" Butler on how Joel Schumacher would often tell him to "Make it sexy!" Gerry would counter with, "But it's
so sad!" "Yeah, I know it's sad, but make it sexy!" "But...it's
so sad!" Gerry even managed to convince Joel to keep his shirt on during the scenes in Joel's original screenplay where he was supposed to go around
without a shirt. *shudders at the possibility - not that Gerry looks bad shirtless, but..it's so out of character!*
Thank you, Gerry, for reining in Mr. Schumacher as much as you could. It really could have been a lot worse (*coughBatman&Robincough*).
First day of classes!
Ugh. Not having an English class since high school is starting to catch up to me. Should be interesting, but I usually have to read something first and let my brain sit on it before coming up with any coherent interpretation. Doesn't make for good class discussion, LOL.
And I couldn't figure out why looking at the prof triggered a feeling of deja vu, until it hit me sometime during the period.
He looks exactly like US figure skater Ryan Jahnke.
Except the prof wears glasses. It was downright creepy.
Methinks I've been delving a bit too much into figure skating this past winter break. YAY MICHELLE for winning a record-tying 9th US title! (Although, she's got to get her butt in gear to get ready for Worlds in March and the new judging system which she's
never competed under. *le sigh*) Canadian Nationals is happening as I blog, which only means one thing: GO JEFF!
Besides figure skating, I've been (re)sucked into the world of
The Phantom of the Opera. If you haven't seen it, you should. (Except if you don't like musicals to begin with. Then don't bother, LOL.)
What can I say? I'm such a sucker for romantic tragedies, where love has to be sacrificed for ultimate happiness. *sniffle* I saw the stage production in SF a few years ago, and absolutely loved it. The movie's settings are enthrallingly
gorgeous and the singing really isn't too bad, for what my choir-trained ears can judge. Especially on
Gerard Butler's part, given he was never professionally trained. The two managers, though. Ick.
I can hit the low notes that they can't hit, and I'm a
woman. Psh.
Now, my goal is to find a reasonably priced POTO music box on ebay which plays "Masquerade." The monkey music box (which is shown prominently in the productions) would be awesome, but alas, it's kinda...
ugly..and...very expensive....the
monkey shown in the movie was cuter. *le sigh*
Masquerade
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face so the world will never find you
