I moved!

"Six" is no more. Now, it's just ... me.

Check out my new blog here. I'm not gonna close this one down any time soon ... but I won't be posting to it anymore.

Please update your links.

See you on the flipside.

The Winds of Change Are Coming!

A lot has happened over the past year. A lot. And I've changed as people do.

When I first started blogging, it was as an outlet for dealing with things I didn't have anyone to talk to about. That blog is long gone, but I restructured and began to find my stride. I was still hiding behind the persona I had previously created for blogging, but I had begun to open up a lot more about my personal life.

Soon I began struggling with wanting to move forward, yet still feeling trapped by what I had created as a mask. "Six" ... although more me than I had been ... was still a cover.

And I'm ready to be free of that cover.


As a result of this, there are going to some changes around here. Some minor, some major. I'm not going anywhere -- I plan to be here for a good long time -- but it's bound to be a whole new set-up.

But don't worry, there'll be an almost seamless transition to the "new and improved" blog you are so used to visiting.

The plus side ... I'm planning on letting you get a little bit better glimpse into what I do ... and who I become. It may help explain just exactly what sort of freak I am.

I guess I AM a charmer

Your Seduction Style: Sweet Talker

Your seduction technique can be summed up with "charm" You know that if you have the chance to talk to someone... Well, you won't be talking for long! ;-) You're great at telling potential lovers what they want to hear. Partially, because you're a great reflective listener and good at complementing. The other part of your formula? Focusing your conversation completely on the other person. Your "sweet talking" ways have taken you far in romance - and in life. You can finess your way through any difficult situation, with a smile on your face. Speeding tickets, job interviews... bring it on! You truly live a *charmed life*

What Kind of Seducer Are You?

So it's a musical, then?

Last Friday I went to see a show called "The M usical of M usicals: The M usical." It was possibly the funniest frickin' thing I have seen.

The premise is this: Take the old "You must pay the rent! I can't pay the rent!" theme, and apply to it the styles of 5 different Broadway composers. Yes, that's right, 5.

What you end up with are 5 small, separate shows, starring the same 4 actors, and some of the most brilliant (and in some cases, the most awful) jokes and puns based on shows in each genre. No costumes (except a standard black outfit all night), no sets, no props -- just 4 performers and a pianist (who was also a narrator).

For example, Act I is called "Corn!" -- in the style of Rodgers & Hammerstein. It contained several songs that lovingly mock the entire style of Oklahoma, Carousel, Sound of Music, etc. This particular act also contained dialogue like "Don't throw OKs at me!" and my favorite exchange all evening:

Hero: This lease'll never stand up in court.

Villain: Of course it will. And don't call me Liesl.

Get it? If you can take a classic SoM character and combine it with the most famous joke fron "Airplane!" -- you've won me over.

Once that scene was over, we went onto the Sondheim section (which was mostly a combo of Sweeney Todd and Company), although it did have a few nuggets like "Please don't make specific overtures at me." and "We should tell him we're sorry ... grateful."

Act III was the Jerry Herman section. Lots of comments regarding the star's lack of talent and innumerable costume changes and throngs of applauding gay men. Pretty much primarily "Mame" meets "Hello Dolly."

INTERMISSION

Act IV was the Andrew Lloyd Webber section. The funniest part of this Act was when the (imaginary) chandelier fell on the stuck-up ingenue (a cross between Christine and Evita) -- and she was just crushed in the middle of her number.

The show ended with the Kander & Ebb portion called "Speakeasy." It was about a cabaret in Chicago. Guess what two shows they mocked in this one.


The show was amazing. The script brilliant, the music perfectly ripped off to sound as if these composers could have actually written it. But the 4 performers (5 including the pianist) did an incredible job. If they had not been fully invested in each style, tongue firmly in cheek, it could have died a painful hideous death. The staging and choreography was wonderful. Just enough. Never distracting. And executed perfectly.

But it didn't. In fact, they were so good that they had been asked by the composer to tour the show to Germany because the NY production couldn't do it. I think that's pretty dang impressive. But fully worthy of the request.

If you ever get a chance to see a production of this, go. If I (a jaded theatrician) can see a show in which I know none of the performers and walk away ecstatic, it must be good.


(And yeah, ok, the 2 guys were pretty yummy too.)

What? It's over already?

This holiday weekend went much too quickly for my liking. So fast in fact, I feel like I spent most of it in the dark.

But maybe that's because I did what I like to do best on the holidays. In the dark. With my ex. And I did it 5 times in 2 days.

Hell yeah, baby. I went to the movies.


I am all caught up on seeing movies now. And I have to tell you -- it was 5 for 5. I wasn't disappointed in a one. Are they all Oscar winners. Nope. But they don't need to be. (Personally I tend to find the Oscar-worthy movies to be frequently over-rated and masturbatory in their very essence.)

Anyway ... I saw 5 movies -- my favorite being "Stranger Than Fiction." Starring Emma Thompson (who is brilliant), Will Ferrell (who does a really nice job of being an everyman in this) and Maggie Gyllenhall (the chemistry is really good, I think), I recommend seeing it. It's a little older, so it may not be too easy to find in a theatre near you anymore, but rent it when it comes out. Seriously.

Yes I know. That was a crappy review. I didn't feeling like describing it, and I gave you no indication as to why it was good. Eh, I'm lazy. Sue me.

How did you spend your holiday?

Merry Christmas 2006

Just a little off the top.

Thanks everyone who commented yesterday. I will not bore you all with the maudlin tale that put me in such a "doormat" state yesterday, but suffice it to say that I am absolutely, 100%, without a doubt single just in time for the holidays.

Today, however, I have something much more important to think about. I don't have time to concern myself with piddly little details about such things. No, for today, I get .... a haircut.

That's right. It's hair-cuttin' day here in Whore-lando. Good times.

Now the question is ... will things go smoothly or become a fiasco as has happened the last couple times?

Due to multiple issues, my stylist, we'll call her Tracy (since that's her name), has taken to scheduling her own appointments. The first time she did this was just before the cruise. I had been in for a cut in October and wanted to schedule a cut the day before I left for the cruise. So we walked over to the big book and she wrote it in -- one month in advance. (I rarely do that because I never know what my schedule will be a month in advance, but I did know this time, thus my opting for what I thought was a smart move.)

Well, I showed up on Saturday for my appointment, told one of the other stylists I was there for my appointment with Tracy, and off she went to let her know. A minute later Tracy popped around the corner with this quizzical look on her face. "You don't have an appointment today."

Ummm, yes I do. We booked it a month ago.

Between the time I booked it and now, she had put all of her appointments into a separate calendar of her own ... and had failed to transfer my info over to it. This could have been bad except she did manage to squeeze me in between a couple hair colorings, and soon I was on my way only about 20 minutes later than I should have been.

Another time, my ex (who also uses Tracy) had called in an appointment for "tomorrow" but when she got there, Tracy had written down for the next day instead. There was no fix. The appointment was the next day.

So at 3:30 today, I'll either be getting my haircut, or explaining to Tracy that yes indeed, I do have an appointment and threatening a punch to the throat if I don't get it.

Aside from her actually giving me a great haircut, the other plus to visiting her is the guy who uses the chair next to her. She recently moved spots in the salon, and is now positioned next to the only guy. He's cute, probably taken, but I don't care. The last two times I was in, he was mildly friendly-flirty, so I always like that. Not in a "Would you like to step into the back room?" flirty, but just that you're-kind-of-cute-and-I-can-tell-you're-a-big-mo-too so it's like our little secret handshake.

(Side note: I'd totally go into the back room if he asked.)

So, fingers crossed everyone that I get my haircut. (No, not you, Tracy, keep your fingers uncrossed while cutting my hair!)

After that, I'm off to see a show tonight. One of the actors is hunk-a-licious so I'll get to drool over him. He's married. If only he were gay instead, but that sort of thing never happens.


Heh.