i feel both sneaky and a little bit guilty.

okay, i work out in newton in an office park, and the parking lot is big and kind of full. and people seem to have no qualms about parking in the fire lanes, but i don't roll that way, maaaaaaaaan. otoh, people are very conscientious afaict about not parking in the handicapped spots. and it doesn't seem like there's anyone regularly using them, since they are usually completely unoccupied.

now, my knee is kind of fucked up, still. some days it's better than others, still, but i have no idea how long i can expect this to be going on. and the snow is coming and a new tenant is moving into the office building and both of these things mean parking will get EVEN TIGHTER soon.

and so i asked the hr folks, "hey, i'm temporarily not-quite-so-abled-bodied. can i get a temporary pass to park in the handicapped spots here?" because, honestly, i don't feel the need to park in handicapped spots generally -- i just don't want to haul my laptop bag for a quarter of a mile from the ass end of the auxilliary parking lot when my knee's bugging me. and we had those before we moved back at the old building. or maybe back when we had the old HR staff. anyways, the hr folks asked the building management who said "oh, no, you have to get something from the registry or your doctor".

so i improvised with visio and some adhesive faux-lamination plastic sheets.

rats in the streets and the lunatics yelling at the moon it's the end of the world!

so, i'd heard a few tracks from the latest revival of "sweeney todd", and heard how all the instruments are played by the cast. and i thought it was kind of a gimmick. because, you know, patti lupone playing a tuba. that's pretty gimmicky right there.

well, the touring company came to boston, and clauclauclaudia and i went to see it tonite. (yay harvard discount ticket block)

OH MY GOD BRILLIANT. instead of being gimmicky and thin (as i had feared it would be), the staging was fabulous. in lieu of the chair of great fabulousness, customers were sitting on - and sweeney was cradling - a white baby-sized coffin. towards the end part of "nothing's gonna harm you", mrs lovett was singing as toby carries the theme on a violin, slipping more and more into madness. and johanna was flighty and twitchy and skittish and not a little crazy.

and buckets of blood poured one into the other, as the lighting washes red over the entire stage. and yes, they did have a steam whistle.