Banked

"If you're robbing a bank and your pants fall down, I think it's okay to laugh and to let the hostages laugh, too, because, come on, life is funny."

-- Jack Handy

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Got my moolah back. Baby got bank.

Also paid off a credit card. Half of Debt Mountain is gone. Avalanches can do that.

I have a detective with the Cinci Po Po working on the case. She actually used the phrase, "on the case," which either means she watches a lot of "Law & Order" or "Matlock." Maybe "Remington Steele."

She estimates that within 24 hours, we will have a face. In the meantime, I'm just glad to feel like I got paid again.

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Been listening up on Broadway stuff lately. Not the age-old cheese, warbles and vibrattos and such, but the new stuff, Urinetown, Spring Awakening, and The Drowsy Chaperone. Decent stuff. Great stuff, at times. But there needs to be a reason for the edge, though: You wonder how many angsty musicals a nation's most elite theatre wizzes can churn out before practice becomes imperfect. Keep it raw, keep it sad, keep it gray. Since when does art have to stir you like some kind of pity pasta? Not that these musicals in particular are angsty--most of them are funny as hell. But with the advent of J.R. Brown and melodramatic duos, it's like we're all adolescents all of a sudden.

(Historically, we kind of are. Hm.)

We've got the tilt, basically. Where's the lilt?

In other words, Don't worry, Broadway. Be happy again. It's not a bad thing.

Though I suppose when Brigadoon closes almost as soon as it opens, you can honestly say a society has moved on.

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Speaking of angst, I'm amazed at how many teenagers come to this library just to read anime blogs and watch anime YouTube episodes. The kid beside me is blaring some Japanese adventure saga so loud I can almost follow the plotline.