Laugh It Up, Fuzzball

FuzzFact #36:

I once got my family backstage at a Broadway show by pretending to be a part of the star's family.

Before I tell this story I just need to make something clear: New York City loves me. LOVES me. I can't visit that city without having an absolutely fantastic time, and that even includes the time that our house almost burned to the ground while we were away. Which by the way happens to be when this story takes place...

We were in New York after Christmas 2001 and on New Year's Eve we went to see Aida. After the show we went to the stage door to see if the stars would come out and sign our programs. My mom and I are (of course) incapable of being around strangers without chatting them up, so we immediately made friends with another family in line. (They were actually first in line, right next to the door.) A very large man who I later found out was the stage manager was keeping watch by the door and would periodically open it and stick his head in. After a few minutes he opened the door again and turned to our new family of friends:

Stage Manager: Come on folks, she's ready for you to come back.

The family started in the theater and the crowd behind us began to push forward. The stage manager ushered them in and turned to me. In that split second I grabbed my mom's hand and stepped forward.

Stage Manager: You're with Mandy's family, right?

Fuzzball: Yes, yes we are. *pushing my mom and sister ahead of me into the theater*

Stage Manager: Just follow the rest of your family to the dressing rooms.

Fuzzball: *still shoving my confused family forward* Yes, yes of course we'll just follow right behind!

It was awesome. We got to see the backstage of a real Broadway show, meet the actors, everything. Mandy and her family loved that we loved her performance, the stage manager was never the wiser, and in conclusion, New York fucking loves me and always will. The End.

I am now downloadable. My life is complete.

My Pop Candy podcast debut is available now on iTunes or streaming through Windows Media!! Check out Whitney's post for the links here. As expected the hour-long call was edited down to about 26 minutes with a song tacked on to the end. I don't care if you like comic books or not, you'd better listen to the whole damn thing if for no other reason than to hear my dulcet tones. Oh, and I also giggle throughout the entire call. Yeah. Apparently they couldn't edit that out. ;P

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I can't help who I am, it's hereditary

My uncle T. Tommy is famous in our family for his "Letters to the Editor". Tommy has never had a problem expressing his opinions. :) He has appeared several time in Texas Monthly and today he is a guest commentator for the Asheville Citizen-Times. Tommy is living proof that a single voice in the world can still be heard, and that it is our duty as American citizens to speak out for tolerance and reform.

Read "It's not hard to live together"

See? I'm not the only opinionated and outspoken person in my family. I'm just the only one with a blog.

Come again?

(on the phone this evening)

Torrie: "Speaking of badgers..."

Tracy: "What the hell? Were we? Badgers? Where the hell is this conversation going?"

The post where I demand intimate details from you, but in an anonymous fashion...

Some people share...and share...and share about themselves on their blogs. Other people choose to use their blogs solely as showcases for hobbies or special interests. What kind of blogger are you? Are you very forthcoming with the good stuff, or do you save that for face-to-face interactions? Or does it all stay tight in your own personal vault, never to make an appearance at all?

I created a poll so that you guys wouldn't have to feel weird about commenting (unless you want to, which I would love by the way).

Make Free Polls

The post where I present you with loads of good makeout music, courtesy of John Williams:

Since my pop-culture boyfriend has obviously perfected his Star Wars Sexy Talk, I think it only fitting that we find just the right music for some good Lucas-sponsored lovin'. Okay let's see, well there's the obvious Han Solo and the Princess theme. I mean, hello, it's Han and Leia.

Han: You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life.
Leia: I happen to like nice men.
Han: I'm a nice man...

Listen to "Han Solo and The Princess"

Yow, I know, that Imperial March thrown in does kind of ruin the mood. Scratch that. Um, let me look...oh hey, the Luke and Leia theme is beautiful, how about that one?

Listen to "Luke and Leia"

Yeeecchhh wait a minute-- they're brother and sister! I just wouldn't be able to get that out of my head, forget it. Okay hold up, how about something a little more contemporary? A little forbidden love perhaps?

Listen to "Across the Stars"

Oh who am I kidding -- she dies and he becomes the second most evil guy in the galaxy. To hell with it, let's scrap the love stuff. I know we all just want to hear "The Asteroid Field", anyway. Why fight it?

C3P0: Sir, the possibility of successfully navigating an asteroid field is approximately three thousand, seven hundred and twenty to one!!

Han Solo: Never tell me the odds!

Listen to "The Asteroid Field"

Ahhhhhh...now that's the good stuff.

FuzzFact #35:

I absolutely love to slow-dance.

Allow me to clarify: I love to dance, period. I like to jitterbug, salsa, mambo, twist, and just generally get my freak on. But what really melts me into FuzzGoo and sets my heart to pittypat? Slow dancing. I love it. I've loved it ever since that dance in 7th grade when Brandon B.* asked me to dance to Stairway to Heaven. (Work with me, okay? We were 12.) I'll never forget how it felt. I rested my head on his shoulder, and breathed in his boy-smell. (At the time it all seemed very romantic, I'm sure he just smelled like nervous adolescent boy sweat. Whatever.) His arms were low around my waist and I could feel his breath tickling the back of my neck while we swayed in a circle. All of the kids loved Stairway because it was extra-long, so you could get in all that extra snuggle time on the dance floor. I loved dancing with Brandon because he was taller than me, a luxury in middle school where all of the boys resembled Hobbits in stature...and Orcs in manners, for that matter. But I digress.

High school brought formals, where the girls got ALL dressed up and the boys wore Texas tuxes (Tux from the waist up, jeans and boots from the waist down). I fucking hate Texas tuxes. Why? Because by the end of the dance the boys would have ditched their ties, jackets, and shirts and would be dancing in their t-shirts and jeans, while the girls were still glammed out. *Snarl* By the end of high school my friends and I were formal-ed out. We had been to three to four formals a year and frankly we were sick of getting dressed up to watch a bunch of drunk preppie assholes lurch around the dance floor and puke on their dates. BUT I did miss the slow dances. I remember my last dance in high school-- it was at the end of prom, after graduation. Everyone had left the ballroom to change for the after-prom party. The Boy and I met in the middle of the dance floor and had our last dance. We swayed slowly in the dim lights as he crooned "Our Love Is Here To Stay" in my ear. Yeah, he was really good at that kind of stuff.

I'm not sure how to end this post other than to say that if you want to sweep me off of my feet, slap a cd into the stereo and dip me low. :D Hooray for slow dances!!

*I'm not listing last names here, you know, to protect the innocent. Heh.

It's like I can TOUCH YOU!!!

I have several posts that are currently in the draft stage. Until I can get them tweaked to my liking, please enjoy the following:

Meme from Annejelynn!

Have you ever...? The ones that I have done are BOLDED:

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said 'I love you' and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
 

CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO SEE THE REST OF THE LIST!!

My heart is broken...

I've been trying to come up with a suitable tribute to Steve Irwin, but I just can't seem to do the man justice. Very few of you know that when Cecile and I lived together (The Laverne & Shirley Years) we used to schedule our evenings around The Crocodile Hunter. We'd sit on our couches (I had the couch, she had the loveseat because she's SMALL) and gape at the television, watching Steve wrestle crocs or pull pythons out of trees. We'd turn to each other during commercials and say <Aussie accent>"DANGER, DANGER, DANGER!"</Aussie> and then giggle. When the show was over we'd rehash the episode in wonder, sounding like 8-year-olds in science class. "Did you know that komodo dragons are the largest living lizards in the world?? COOL!"

I used to say "When I grow up I'm going to MARRY the Crocodile Hunter!" Then when Cecile would remind me for the thousandth time that Steve was already married, I would amend my statement: "When I grow up I'm going to BE the Crocodile Hunter!" Ah well. Steve Irwin was a magnificent man who devoted his life to saving the planet from the evils of man. I am a better person for having watched his show, and I am going to take his death as a charge to continue his work. Take the time to learn about conservation, people. Make a difference where you can. Volunteer at a shelter, donate to endangered species funds, EDUCATE YOURSELVES.

Steve Irwin, I hope you're wrestling crocs with The Big Guy.