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So...we got a poster in our library shipment yesterday advertising a production of Sweeney Todd being put on on Bainbridge. The student version, apparently. It's rated PG - says so right on the poster.

I find myself oddly tempted to go. On one hand, I love Sweeney Todd with an undying affection that's actually a little disturbing to people around me. And, on the other hand, I am incredibly intrigued by the idea of a PG-rated production. I mean, what are you left with? Is Lucy's backstory the same? Do we leave in all the dirty jokes? I imagine we could probably leave in the murder-and-cannibalism but can we still actually show anything onstage? Can the Judge still...do anything at all? How do we end the play?

So many questions! The prospect fills one with curiosity and fear, doesn't it?

I think I will have to get tickets.

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Okay, guys, it's unpopular opinion time. Today unpopular opinion is this: tomato sauce is seriously disgusting. (Yes, this is going to be a food rant. Feel free to scroll on by.)

La familia had meatball sandwiches tonight. I did not, for obvious reasons, and let me say, that is a food item that I do not understand at all. Of course, I generally don't get how people can enjoy sandwiches that spurt liquid all over the place, so there's that already. Just...there is a reason that we invented forks, y'know? We invented forks so that food covered in drippy sauces would not get that sauce all over the place. Finger food should not drip. I mean, honestly, I shudder a little when I think about it. (Yes, I have occasionally problems with barbecued chicken and ribs. I know.)

Anyway. Then it is time for dish-doing and y'know, generally, I quite like doing the dishes. It's mindless but one feels accomplished at the end. But oh ye gods, giant crockpot covered in tomato sauce. How do people eat that? First of all, it smells awful. Just curl-your-lip-back-from-your-teeth terrible. There's the bright red color, which is pretty much viscerally disturbing. And the texture...eurgh. Wet and somehow grainy or mealy and with chunks of things in it and let me say right now that "chunk" is about my least favorite food descriptor ever. Any food that is described as being a "chunk" or "chunky" automatically gets demoted down the List of Foods that Sara Wants to Eat. (I also do not want to eat anything that can be described as "glop".)

Pretty much the whole time I was washing the damned crockpot I was thinking, "Oh god, oh god, if any of that gets on me, I am going to cry." I washed that frelling thing at least three times, just to make sure all of that was gone. And then I washed my hands.

Ick. Ick, ick, ick. Seriously, how is that even food, let alone a thing that people actually enjoy? I do not understand.