Web 3.14

From dmmaus comes this post linking to a prophetic web page from the future. Prepare to be amazed.

Annoyances

My annoyance over the state of the house is definitely on its way to the critical point. (What happens at that point is unclear, but it may involve a shovel, a grass rake, and a box of yard trash bags.)

This morning I went to make pancakes. The drawer where the measuring cups normally live was empty. I was able to find a one-cup dry measuring cup (one) and the one-cup liquid measuring cup on the counter. There are three salad forks left, out of a set of eight. There are things on the dish drainer that have been there for two weeks, because nobody knows where they belong. The chair where I normally put today's paper contained two stacks of books from the "duplicate/old/unwanted -- please take me" box, topped by a steam iron, a cookbook, and a guitar book, all slightly soggy and stuck together. I've been up for two and a half hours and I'm still all alone (which I don't mind). I've had my pancakes; anyone else who wants some can make their own.

I'm going to finish putting away the dishes, and then go out for a walk.

Maybe just a *little* strange

My lunch today: two fried eggs on pancakes.

A good day out

In spite of the fact that the day started out with annoyances, it ended up being a very pleasant day. Went with the flower_cat and chaoswolf to the Mountain View Center for the Performing Arts to hear the Lamplighters' staged concert of Showboat. Pretty decent by Lamplighter standards, meaning it was damned good by any other measure. Colleen and I both felt that Martin Bell as Joe was having trouble with a couple of notes on the low end of his range (a problem I can deeply empathize with), making his rendition of "Old Man River" somewhat problematic. On the other hand, it's hard not to hear Paul Robeson in that role.

The folks in the table next to ours in Casa Lupe, the Mexican restaurant across the street from the MVCPA, apparently agreed with us. The restaurant immediately took its place among our favorite Mexican places thanks to chicken mole, chile verde, enchiladas, and flan, all done right. Then we took the Wolfling home and went out for a drive.

The Younger Daughter stayed home, missing a great performance (which might have bored her anyway) and a great dinner at a restaurant she would have enjoyed. We gave her ticket away to someone who looked like she needed it.

All in all a very enjoyable afternoon and evening.

*More* than a little strange

Why am I suddenly wondering what "Call of Cthulhu" would be like done as a musical?

Update: yes, I know about "Shuggoth on the Roof", but was thinking more along these lines. Closer to "Phantom" than to "Fiddler".