The Emerald City

A Man of Wealth and Taste

Posted in poetry,rants,society by Scaramouche on 29 September, 2008

I am the lowest common denominator, which sounds like a superhero name if you try. I am the dark and most perverted midnight in a crowded nightclub where all the men who should know better leer at girls too young to care and both are left feeling slightly and inexplicably betrayed. I am the sleepless night and the wasted day, and I will come for you when you are too afraid to watch out in front of you. I am the hastily written note of farewell while a taxi waits outside to take us somewhere free. I am the grown-up rebel, with a mortgage and three kids in school and a leather jacket gathering moths in the skeleton-crowded closet. I am the faked smile in the family photo, the same dull anecdote, the drink and the smoke every night that’s gonna kill you one of these days. Then again, won’t everything? Only if you let it, I suppose. I am the laughter at a stranger’s misfortune, the endless ridicule, the backstabbing.

Pleased to meet you — won’t you guess my name?

a brief rant on musicals

Posted in irritation,music,rants,society by Scaramouche on 4 July, 2007

If you know me, you know that I love musicals. They are awesome and I will always be a big fan. I want to be a star on Broadway someday. That’s how much I love musicals.

However, one of my biggest pet peeves is when people say that a  movie with music in it is a musical. Example: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL.  High School Musical is NOT a musical. High School Musical is a movie with music in it. To be a musical, the production has to conform to just one rule. That’s all I ask. Before you go calling a movie a musical, ask yourself this: “Did it begin on stage?” Let me give you an example. Wicked. It is a musical, because it debuted on stage. High School Musical is not a musical because it began as a movie. Difference.

Now, I realize that you can use this logic to say that The Producers and Spamalot aren’t musicals, because they were movies first. Fair enough, but here is the difference. The original movies that those two were based on DID NOT HAVE MUSIC. The Producers was made in the sixties, I think, and as far as I know had no songs except in the musical-within-a-movie. Spamalot was based off of “Monty Python and the Holy Grail”, and that had no songs. See? Point: proven!

It just bugs me so much when people say that High School Musical is their favourite musical. I want to stab them in the FACE. Because High School Musical is NOT a musical!!

Just had to say that. Sorry. Back to your lives, citizens

(By the way, if you guys have something to say to this post, feel free to start a heated debate in the comments, or even through email. I’d be so happy!)

drifting away

Posted in change,relationships,society by Scaramouche on 19 March, 2007

You know who they are. They’re the people who used to laugh with you and be your friends. They’re the people who hugged you when you were sad, who made you smile when you were lonely. They’re the ones you thought would be your friends forever.

But it didn’t happen, did it? Years passed, and the friends you swore you’d be with forever slipped away. They became just faces in the halls of life. You’d pass by them and not remember their names, when once you’d have known all their secrets. They change, turn into entirely new people, but somehow you still look at them and remember who they were Before. When life was innocent and the world was yours to explore.

The thing is, they grew up while you remained the same as ever. The girls became beautiful and vain, preening themselves in class and not listening to a word the teachers said, and the boys became taller, stronger, and less prone to undesired squeaks in the middle of a sentence. They all matured, and became People, while you stayed a child. You never knew that people could leave their old selves behind so fast.

It feels strange, leaving them all behind. You realize, though, that they are not the same person. Like jackals, they sense that you are weaker, unwilling to give in to the pressures of becoming Just Like Them, and they attack. You have to eat or be eaten. So you fight back, and end up hating the ones you once swore you’d love forever. It happens and we are powerless to stop it.

It will happen to all of us. Even the best of friends part ways eventually. So seize the moment! Tell your friends you love them and hang on to them as much as you can.  Life is waiting to rip you apart. So when it does, be sure that you’ve lived this friendship as much as you possibly can.