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ugh, it's already been a morning and it's barely past 7, which is what happens when you wake up at 4:15 and the brain weasels start running full tilt.
(It's fine; it's just the dealing-with-money demons that I usually wrangle by automating everything I possibly can so I don't actually have to deal with them very often. Everything's in flux right now, though, so I have to think about it all and yeah, I still hate sorting through the many 'uncomfortable feelings' (to quote one of my past therapists) it drags up.)
In less fraught topics, when I did my last round-up of what I'd been watching, I forgot that BabyBoy bounced off a few walls to get me to watch Knives Out with him, which we both really had fun with (though I made him watch youtube clips of Don Johnson in his Miami Vice glory days once we were through. And then I compounded the horror by making sure he knew the actress from 50SoG was his daughter. Evil!Mom FTW?)
I had some minor quibbles with a few of the narrative devices upon which the plot balanced on (which I hate to talk about b/c, really, just watching it all unfold was so much fun), and it took my brain entirely too long to cognitively align with James Bond and a Southern accent, but I liked it well enough to go hunting for fic during that week's awake-before-five-a.m. sessions, of which, I think I can link to Knives In for your post-murder reading needs.)
We also watched Hamilton, and for those whom I've met in the last few years and who missed my slight crise de nerfs after Mom passed away and very unlike-me spending-of-money (see above, re: demons), I ended up with tickets to the last night of the OBC with my just-turned-16-year-old theater geek of a kid. I bought the tickets in February, for a random weekend in July that just turned out to be the big night, originally because I was trying to thread the needle on D's multi-season baseball commitments (which ended up not happening, because he literally could not clear his schedule until after I'd already bought plane tickets and changing them (or adding another) became a 4-figure proposition.) I talked about it here (with random pictures) and here (restaurants).
Watching the filmed version was interesting, but the one thing that it really confirmed was that yes, Daveed Diggs really *was* that magnetic, because one of my crystalline memories of the actual performance was how he *crackled* off the stage (and we were in the upper balcony, so it's not like we were 50 feet away from him.) I can remember telling a friend that him swanning down that staircase as Jefferson after nearly jumping off the stage as Lafayette was riveting, like I could barely drag my eyes away from him to see what everyone else was doing.
So, I've been trying to write this since 7 this morning, so I'm just going to stop here and maybe come back with books tomorrow. ::crosses fingers:: Stay safe!
(It's fine; it's just the dealing-with-money demons that I usually wrangle by automating everything I possibly can so I don't actually have to deal with them very often. Everything's in flux right now, though, so I have to think about it all and yeah, I still hate sorting through the many 'uncomfortable feelings' (to quote one of my past therapists) it drags up.)
In less fraught topics, when I did my last round-up of what I'd been watching, I forgot that BabyBoy bounced off a few walls to get me to watch Knives Out with him, which we both really had fun with (though I made him watch youtube clips of Don Johnson in his Miami Vice glory days once we were through. And then I compounded the horror by making sure he knew the actress from 50SoG was his daughter. Evil!Mom FTW?)
I had some minor quibbles with a few of the narrative devices upon which the plot balanced on (which I hate to talk about b/c, really, just watching it all unfold was so much fun), and it took my brain entirely too long to cognitively align with James Bond and a Southern accent, but I liked it well enough to go hunting for fic during that week's awake-before-five-a.m. sessions, of which, I think I can link to Knives In for your post-murder reading needs.)
We also watched Hamilton, and for those whom I've met in the last few years and who missed my slight crise de nerfs after Mom passed away and very unlike-me spending-of-money (see above, re: demons), I ended up with tickets to the last night of the OBC with my just-turned-16-year-old theater geek of a kid. I bought the tickets in February, for a random weekend in July that just turned out to be the big night, originally because I was trying to thread the needle on D's multi-season baseball commitments (which ended up not happening, because he literally could not clear his schedule until after I'd already bought plane tickets and changing them (or adding another) became a 4-figure proposition.) I talked about it here (with random pictures) and here (restaurants).
Watching the filmed version was interesting, but the one thing that it really confirmed was that yes, Daveed Diggs really *was* that magnetic, because one of my crystalline memories of the actual performance was how he *crackled* off the stage (and we were in the upper balcony, so it's not like we were 50 feet away from him.) I can remember telling a friend that him swanning down that staircase as Jefferson after nearly jumping off the stage as Lafayette was riveting, like I could barely drag my eyes away from him to see what everyone else was doing.
So, I've been trying to write this since 7 this morning, so I'm just going to stop here and maybe come back with books tomorrow. ::crosses fingers:: Stay safe!
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Thanks, too, for sharing your Hamilton experience. I had something similar, planning a guiltily expensive solo trip to NYC and my first time seeing a Broadway show, and it wound up being one of the last weeks that JGroff was King George. Alas that I didn't get to see LMM or Chris Jackson for the matinee, but it was still superb.
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The Hamilton weekend was just wild. People kept telling me I should sell the tickets, but seriously, it was an amazing experience. We did not get to see Groff, but everything else was just excellent. And I think Javier Munoz does a fantastic job (and is a better vocalist) than LMM, but the energy surrounding him in that role was really special. (Though we laugh, because this is the theater kid and we keep talking about how you have to bypass the gatekeepers make your own productions even though they're usually not In the Heights or Hamilton!)
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I know this wasn't supposed to air until Autumn of 2021 here, but I guess Disney was really looking for a big content win so they paid a LOT of money to get it going this summer.