What Do You Think Of Rocky Horror Picture Show?

I had to laugh when I read a comment on Lilaphase's post I Fart In Your General Direction.... The Comment was from Margo at Life In The Short Lane. The post was about the play, Spamalot. The Comment was "I love Spamalot and have decided it's a pretty good gauge on how uptight people are or are not to the degree that they did or didn't like it." It may be today's gauge, but I believe that Rocky Horror Picture Show is a the ultimate gauge on how uptight people are or are not based on the degree they liked it or not.

Have you seen Rocky Horror Picture Show?

Or should I say, have you 'experienced' Rocky Horror Picture Show? For those unfamiliar, here is the Plot Summary.

The audience of the Rocky Horror Picture Show does not just sit quietly and politely watch the show. They are part of the show. There is a heck of a lot of audience participation. Check out this audience participation script.

If you've never been, it's quite an experience. I remember the first time I went, I was a bit shocked. It was at the gorgeous Oriental Theatre in Milwaukee. They've been showing Rocky Horror Picture Show at the Oriental Theatre since 1978. In fact, it's still showing there the second Saturday of every month. People were dressed up in full Rocky Horror attire. Men in fishnet stockings. Buff and not so buff men in what can only be described as gold speedos. It was a sight. The show starts, people yell back at the screen, throw toast, dance in the aisles. It's wild. If you've never been, check out your local movie theater listings for late night showings on the weekend.

For the uninitiated it can be quite shocking. I had an Aunt whose co-workers talked about the movie all the time and she kept saying how she wanted to go. I don't know why I did it, but I did. I volunteered to take her. All I have to say is, if you ever want to alienate an elder relative, be sure to take them to Rocky Horror Picture Show! My Aunt did not say a word after the show. Not a single word the whole ride from the East Side of Milwaukee to her home in Bay View. In fact she never said much to me for the longest time after that. But hey, she INSISTED she wanted to go, right?

On another occasion, I brought another uninitiated person who insisted I take them. This was my very straight-laced, Christian, conservative, goody two shoes bff. (Not that there is anything wrong with very straight-laced, Christian, conservative, goody two shoes. I'm just trying to paint a picture for you of how virginal and naive she was.) I still wonder how she didn't get up and walk out of the movie. I think perhaps she was paralyzed from shock.

If you're thinking, gee, this sounds interesting, why don't I rent this? Umm, don't. You need the theater experience. It's just not the same at home.

It's fun, it's campy, it's a celebration! You just won't get the over all feel in your own living room...Unless you invite over 20 of your bff's and have them dress in formal Rocky Horror Picture Show attire. Just be sure to tell them to bring their own toast.

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

Time Flies

It went by almost without notice. Monday's post was my 200th post. Woo Hoo!

Thank you to all my faithful regulars!!! And welcome to all my new visitors!

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

Friends Award

I just wanted to give a shout out to John @ Gay Dads In Munchkin Land. Thank you so much! You really made my day.

The award is described as thus:

These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.

I am passing this award on to the following 8 blogs I enjoy every day.

1. Jo @ Life’s Perfect Pictures
2. Harriet @ I Am Harriet
3. Lin @ Duck And Wheel With String
4. Kirsten @ The Soccer Mom Files
5. Margo at Life In The Short Lane
6. Lynne @ Life After Work
7. Melissa @ Why Be Normal?
8. Jodi @ Jodi's Journey

Stop by these great blogs and check them out.

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

Ultimate Blog Party At 5 Minutes For Mom

It's time for 5 Minutes for Mom's Ultimate Blog Party. It runs from March 20th - 27th.

They have some really great prizes. I'd be happy to win any of the them. My preference would be one of the many Target Gift Cards. That would give me a little mad money to buy myself something or get Anastasia something purdy.

At Lola's Diner I share recipes and conversation across a virtual lunch counter. Topics are varied and can include current events, politics, parenting, and glbt topics.

I live with my Partner and my teenage daughter and son.

The month of March is Comment Response Month at Lola's Diner. I'm awarding Entrecard Credits to the Top Commenters in March. If you are new to Lola's Diner, pour yourself a cup of joe or order up a hand dipped milk shake from the fountain and leave a comment. Come back early and often! There is still plenty of time to rack up comments before the month is over.

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

Bad Haircut

Actually this happened to me. I mean the bad haircut, not that I saw someone else getting a bad haircut. At the time I wore my hair short. Kind of Ellen short, but not quite that style. The stylist (and I use that term loosely) didn't seem to understand English. It was clearly not her first language. When I explained how I wanted my hair cut, she nodded and mmm hmm'd. (Not a good sign.) I explained that I wanted it short, tapered in the back and then use the electric trimmers to clean up the back of my neck. She grabbed the scissors and just started wildly clipping. (Not unlike Edward Scissorhands, minus the scissorhands.) She was doing a real hack job and I could tell already this wasn't going to be good. A few minutes later she grabbed the electric trimmers and started lopping off patches of hair from the back of my head. I yelled for her to stop. She jumped back, said 'ok, ok' and went back to the Edward Scissorhands impersonation. After awhile she deemed my haircut done. I went to pay, got in the car with the family and started to cry. My husband (now ex) could not believe what the back of my head looked like. He kept asking me why I didn't say something. I was afraid she was the manager. I told him to go in and ask for the manager. I wanted to make sure little Ms. Scissorhands was not the manager. He came back. She wasn't, so I went back in to complain. The manager ended up doing the best she could to even out my haircut and blend in the bald patch.

To this day I will never step foot in any location of that particular hair cutting chain. When I go for a haircut, I need to psyche myself up for it. I'm not joking. It was very traumatic. I will literally take a few days talking myself into it, then going over the successful haircut in my head, thinking about how nice it will look. I am now a regular at a different hair cutting chain near my home. I've even gone to their free hair cutting events when they have training in the back room. I still have to psyche myself up for it, but I know that the instructors (who are the best) will go over my head thoroughly and make sure my hair is cut evenly and that it is exactly what I want. I need a haircut now but I just can't afford it. I'm trying to wait it out until the next training session. Times like this I wish I could cut my own. I cut my son's hair all the time. (Fade with a flip in front.) In fact he prefers it over the training session because he says I'm faster and I do a better job. Maybe if I got a few extra mirrors...

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

The Giving Tree

Have you heard about a blog called The Giving Tree? I've nominated it for Best Charity Blog at Blog Net Awards.

Michelle, the blog's author was inspired by her favorite childhood book, Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree. She has made a very ambitious goal to give in some way every day in 2009 for the simple joy of giving joy, and she is sharing her experience with her readers not for credit or accolades, but instead to highlight the simple blessings that are reaped along the way. She gives to reputable charities and through simple acts of kindness to those in her path. Please check out her blog, I know it will inspire you to look differently at the small charitable opportunities you might be missing everyday.

After you've checked out Michelle's blog, The Giving Tree, I hope you'll stop by Blog Net Awards and vote for her blog and comment. Voting is easy. Click How to Vote On Blog Net Awards for instructions on how to vote.

Voting is still open for March. Please click Blog Net Awards to vote for The Giving Tree.

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

How To Handle Online Community Death Notifications

"Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated." - Mark Twain

To everyone concerned about my glass eating incident (how bad does that sound? Sounds almost trailer trashy, doesn't it?) I am perfectly fine. So far. Knock on wood. I just really wanted to quote Mark Twain, how often do you get to do that?

You wouldn't believe the trouble I had concocting the subject line. I didn't want to scare anyone into thinking the worst about me.

In my blog hopping, email checking and online newspaper reading this morning I came upon this AP article, Death Leaves Online Lives In Limbo. The article talks about what happens to a person's online life when they die. Not only online gamer sites, but social networking and blogs as well. How do family members notify their dearly departed loved one's online community?

The article offers several options, including several services which offer to maintain and encrypt information and allow it to be accessed by whomever you specify. Suggestions were also offered to leave a listing of sites and passwords with a trusted family member or friend.

The services charge an annual fee, sometimes quite high, as much as $30 a year. Kind of taking advantage don't you think? The other suggestion, I don't know that it would work for me. I've given Anastasia my passwords several times, but she still couldn't log into my email if she wanted to because she can't remember them. Not high on her list of priorities. I can't even get her to remember where the wills are, let alone what my passwords are.

I know I've come across a couple of bloggers, not anyone I've known or followed, who have passed away from cancer and they had bloggie friends who were also real life friends and those bloggie/real life friends kind of notified everyone via a chain of blog posts throughout the blogosphere. That's completely doable, if you have bloggie friends who are also real life friends.

What about you? I don't know about you, but this is not something I've ever thought of. What would you do?

Lola's Diner
©2008-2009

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