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Woke up with this in my head:

Blue for sad and blue for mad and blue for a hiding place

Dunno what it is, but I want to remember it.

(Mind, part of me immediately went "That doesn't make sense! And the rhythm needs work," and edited it into the following:

Blue for sadness and orange for madness and green for a hiding place

But I want to remember the original, too.)


How're your mornings going?

Vanity!

I am, as the song goes, dressed up to the nines, right down to a touch of eyeliner and lip color (don't ask me what the difference between lip color and lip stick is -- I just write what's on the container).

People kept complimenting my hair today, to my bemusement -- I hadn't even really brushed it this morning -- and then I remembered that I conditioned it last night for the first time in, oh, weeks. So it's shiny and rather curly, and apparently attractive even when horrifically messy.

( A skipping rhyme )

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Okay, so, saw HMS Pinafore and it was EXCELLENT, and I laughed a lot harder than some would, I think. Partly because of the local injokes, sure.

. . . Mostly because I kept imagining Jack Sparrow singing "A British Tar Is a Soaring Soul" a la Once More With Feeling.

And then I started pondering it further, and the parallels are all over the place! Ralph is clearly Will and Josephine is Elizabeth, which means Captain Corcoran is Governor Swann. I suppose that makes Sir Joseph Norrington, though it doesn't work quiiite so well (Norrington is noticeably lacking in sisters and cousins and aunts reckoned by the dozens). For Little Buttercup . . . um, Tia Dalma?

I have no idea who Jack is -- Dick Deadeye, maybe? The Boatswain? -- but I can content myself with imagining him watching a production and getting more and more O.o as the show progresses.