Adventures of a Tofu Slut

So, the opera! We went to see Lady MacBeth of Mtsensk, by Shostakovitch. Good times. First off, I adore Shostakovitch's music, and whenever the orchestra really got going I wanted to start bouncing in my seat. I find him so recognizable -- piccolo and xylophone and BRASS, followed by moody and depressing. And awesome. It's a good thing I like Shostakovitch, because the opera has a lot of extended bits just for orchestra, no singers (except, weirdly, during one very long scene change, where everything was silent -- odd!). The opera itself I didn't know - it's mostly about monotonous loneliness, followed by needy love and angst. Fun is clearly the wrong word, but I did enjoy the experience. The production was excellent - the lead soprano was awesome, and there was no-one that I hated. Definitely worth seeing.

And, oh! It was in the new opera house, which I'd only seen from the outside. It's beautiful. And I thought the sound was good - we were up pretty high, so of course we were getting a lot of brass, but I'm not complaining. :D

What I learned at the opera last night:

-Pants can never be too tight.
-Minions are essential.
-Beware of people wearing flames.
-The bigger the sleeves, the bigger the role.
-Standing straight is for wusses.
-When you are turned into a stag, the shirt is the first thing to go.
-Wearing a boat on your head is a good career move.
-Diana is one mean motherfucker, yo.

So, all my Wagner-going friends, how was it? Because I don't want to go myself, but I'm still curious.

Is it possible to own too much cord? I looked at my clothes this morning and realized that
I own 2 cord skirts and 3 pairs of cord pants (which may not sound like a lot, but considering I probably only own 7 pairs of pants all together...). I used to hate cord. I wonder what happened.

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I saw Underworld last weekend, did I mention that? Dude, Kate Beckinsale is hot. But not hot enough to make up for the hideous atrocity that was the acting of Shane Brolly as Kraven. I sure hope this was nepotism at work, because otherwise the casting director was on crack.

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Speaking of hot, when did Harrison from Popular grow up so nice? And for once a pretend TV boyfriend actor is actually my age (rather than way older or way younger), which makes me feel like a bit less of a dork. The show's not that bad either, although soon Gilmore Girls will start (in the same time slot here) so there likely won't be much more watching of Jake 2.0.

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And speaking of Gilmore Girls (wow, my random thoughts are oddly not so random today)...I can't believe it's not starting here until next week. Well, okay, I can believe it, because the same thing happened last year (we were a week behind), but it's taking all my strength to not read comments and recaps.

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So vestra and I made a deal that we would reward ourselves with non-food related things when we reached pre-determined weight loss goals. Also, there will be glitter and coloured felts and a chart to make things more interesting. Anyway, point is, I only get to buy non-essentials when I reach a goal, which of course just makes me want to run out and buy things RIGHT NOW. I'm really not usually this much of a consumer, but take something away and I wantitneedit. I wonder if I can convince myself that DVDs are a necessity?

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I'm being inundated with calls from both my union and the Canadian Opera Company, so I can't answer the phone at home anymore. Not that I ever did before - I'm a firm believer in the joy of screening - but now I have an actual reason. Because, see, I know what I'm in for if the COC actually catches me on the phone. Last year, after I bought my first 18to29 ticket, someone called to try to convince me to subscribe for the rest of the season. And he would not give up. I tried to tell him that I really wasn't interested in the crowd pleasers that they had programmed, I lied and said I was away for 3 months in the spring, I flat out said no, but still he kept talking. Never again, I tell you. On the bright side, they're calling because I just got nice cheap tickets to Peter Grimes by Benjamin Britten. Apparently it's full of death, "nieces" and laudanum addicts. Should be excellent. I went to university with the understudy for the lead role, so I'm hoping for some sort of non-fatal illness to attack the lead that night.

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The latest Savage Love column is all letters from women who are upset that their boyfriends use porn. Personally, I don't really understand, but it would seem that women who are okay with porn are a rare species, so I'm thinking the easiest way for me to find a boyfriend would be to take out an ad:

Wanted: One boyfriend. Will let you use porn. Will encourage you to use porn. Will use porn with you.

I anticipate many responses to my ad.