A few random things...
N and I saw Mary Poppins on Broadway last week! I've always loved Mary Poppins--she was dignified and silly all at once. I dressed up as her for a costume ball in high school, photo to the right. Mary Poppins on Broadway was more silly, too spoonful-of-sugar-y, and too conceited (the "Practically Perfect" song didn't do it for me). There were also some pretty psychedelically colored scenes, but I think that was mostly to distinguish Mary Poppins magic-land from reality, but it was still too much. I might have been to merely keep the attention of kids in the audience. Oh, and why the need for a giant umbrella in the set? I didn't get it, but maybe it was a souvenir plug, since the umbrella was made into a bit of an icon among the souvenirs. Still, it was worth going...the set was astounding and the chimney sweep song/scene was spectacular and by far my favorite part. Bert was quite excellent, and the children blew me away. Good times.
The sprouts are up. Here's a timeline--I was taking notes, so I might as well share.
March 1: sowing
March 3: marigolds by a long shot
March 4: yellow pear followed by gardener's delight, really tiny guys by the marigolds (weeds?)
March 5: most tomatoes appear, and eggplant and tomatillos
March 6: black krim (last remaining tomato), tomatillos get crazy tall
March 7: peppers start to emerge (bell and anahiem)
March 8: yellow pear and other tomatoes start getting new leaves, 3 leafed sprout found among the black krim, must be mutation.
March 9: poblanos are spotted
March 12 to ?: Thinning out the sprouts into odd containers. Tomatillos have really shallow roots and are really tall, so I replanted them and buried them pretty deep. Replanted some tomatoes as well. I trashed the weakest ones of several varieties during thinning and replanting, but I can't bear to kill the healthy looking ones, of which I have too many, so the windowsill is overflowing with pots and cardboard boxes full of seedlings. I'll do the peppers once they get bigger.
I had a penchant for creating bizarre names: Ometica (the word in some story I wrote), Pertian Forests, Swizzle-Jab Olympics, Jimmy Kerfeshel (my guardian angel, complete with stick figure drawing).
I had mad art skills (see right). Based on the plethora of random .bmp files, Windows Paint was my favorite medium.
I was truly obsessed with Sailor Moon and downloaded hundreds of images of her entourage.
I pretended that I had a radio show and recorded myself talking to my computer for hours.
That's all, folks.