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Thoughts on the Day

  • I came very close to writing a Minivandian story about going to the doctor, but I just don’t have the energy.
    • Maybe later I’ll have the oomph to write tales of high adventure.  Right now I’m lucky to be able to look at pictures of kittens.
  • Carharrt makes nurses’ scrubs.  I did not know that.
  • When the pharmaceutical reps came through the waiting room with Olive Garden bags, I realized how lucky I was to have a good book along today.
  • I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure Century Arms manufactured the needles they used on me today.
    • At least, they felt like they’d been assembled by chimpanzees using ball peen hammers.
  • Today was not the day to try to convince me that if I would just give up this modern lifestyle and eat only whole-grain, macrobiotic, organic, fair-trade, shade-grown food and virgin spring water, then all of my issues would disappear.
    • Lady, I had issues way before all this neo-Graham, Road to Wellville fooferahh came along, and I’ll still have them when all of you are back to doing lines of blow off the lid to a toilet in some dive bar, so back off.
    • No, she wasn’t my doctor, just a concerned citizen who is lucky to still have a scalp.
  •  Yet again, the chorus teacher proved that it is impossible to have a concert that isn’t held in a 100-year-old stone church halfway across town and do it in less than four languages.
    • Apparently the churches and auditoriums near Girlie Bear’s school, some of which are specifically designed to have great acoustics, aren’t up to snuff.
    • Spanish, Latin, Hungarian, and English.  I was halfway expecting Mandarin Chinese or Tagalog to sneak in there somewhere in the “sing by rote memorization” drills.
  • Maybe I’m wrong, but wouldn’t it make more sense to have the students sing Haydn’s latin mass from the church balcony and then sing “My Old Kentucky Home” from the front of the church instead of the other way around?
    • Apparently I was supposed to know that we stand and face the music for “My Old Kentucky Home”.  My bad.
      • I may be in Kentucky, but I’m not from Kentucky.
  • I think that it’s the epitome of rudeness to up and leave a school performance as soon as your own little precious snowflake is done performing.  What say you guys?
by daddybear71 on May 23, 2013  •  Permalink
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Posted by daddybear71 on May 23, 2013

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  1. AndyN's avatar

    AndyN

     /  May 24, 2013

    I think that it’s the epitome of rudeness to up and leave a school performance as soon as your own little precious snowflake is done performing. What say you guys?

    Yes, absolutely. I always find it a little sad when the school administrator making announcements at the beginning of a concert has to point that out to people. And we wonder why so many kids have such atrocious manners.

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  2. Old NFO's avatar

    Old NFO

     /  May 24, 2013

    Manners in a gen x’er??? YGTBSM! They have no time for manners, THEY are too important… Surprised they didn’t drag Snowflake off at the same time…

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  3. Nancy R.'s avatar

    Nancy R.

     /  May 24, 2013

    I also attended a concert last night. Granted this was in an auditorium/gynmasium, not a church, but I find it rude when parents holler “Go Name!! You can DO IT!!!” and hoot and cheer and whistle as the kids are walking up to the stage. This is not a sporting event.

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    • daddybear71's avatar

      daddybear71

       /  May 24, 2013

      There wasn’t much of that, but we did have to hear the conductor ask the people in the back of the church to stop talking during the performance.

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  4. auntiejl's avatar

    auntiejl

     /  May 24, 2013

    We always stay…but yeah, same thing was announced in Large Fry’s 2nd grade concert.

    I sang in a semiprofessional a cappella choir in college for two years. Due to my rare voice type, I made tour choir for every semester I was involved (I’m a true contralto). I kid you not, during fall semester tour my sophomore year, we spent an entire day working on this brand new arrangement of a Negro spiritual, complete with descant quartet. It wasn’t unusual for us to learn and perform new music during tour, but this piece was a bear. It was complex and difficult, and also had German subtitles under the lyrics. We wrestled with that sucker for probably a good six hours that day. We were tired. We were hungry. We were frustrated. Finally, Prof. said we would do one last run-through, and then we could go eat before getting ready for that night’s concert. “Repeat after me,” Prof. said, “‘Tiefes wasser…'”

    He’s lucky we didn’t throw our music at him. And that he let us go eat and was only kidding.

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