As if my response to jury duty weren't enough

[camwyn]

to remind me how little I actually have in common with most other people, today I was thumbing through the entertainment/comics section of the office newspaper. It was yesterday's copy, which I had not really read at home, so the article on the second inside page caught my eye. Shaolin: Wheel of Life is going to be performed at the Beacon Theatre in New York on 27 November. Real monks and everything. I went looking for my celphone to see if I could call a friend who might want to go (his number's programmed into it, rather than memorised), but I'd left the phone home. So instead I went to look for one of my office-mates. I thought perhaps if I ask about people who might be interested, she might mention some kind of interest or curiosity instead - whatever works, right?

Wrong-oh. When I ask about whether she knows anyone who'd be interested in seeing a bunch of Chinese monks kick ass on Broadway, the response from both the askee and the other person in the room was phrased as follows: "I don't think it would be possible for me to get farther from interested in that."

They were laughing and all, so I smiled and laughed back, but... well, it was just a little stunning to realize that I'd once again found a point of Not Being Like The Other Children. One of the women is old enough to be my mother's aunt, and the other is only a little older than me. Somehow I would have thought... I dunno, maybe that the younger one might've thought it might be interesting. Or something.

I made a comment about how there was a time when I thought I had a snowball's chance in hell of growing up normal; they told me that they'd never thought that, not for a minute, and I felt a little better. Let's face it, when I was in grade school I decided my favourite muppet was Gonzo, and I've never looked back since. It's just that I don't always realise exactly how far from the majority I tend to skew.

Oh well. Better chance at a good ticket for me, then. I'll see if I can reach Kin-Hon when I get home.

Comments

[ocean-song.livejournal.com]

Honey, I'd be there *in*a*heartbeat* if I lived in New York or had the extra cash for planefare!!! I think that would be just about the coolest thing going. I mean, you _hear_ people talk about shaolin lineages and all, but to see the actual monks do their thing. Wow!

Oh and Gonzo was one of my favorite muppets too! So I don't know if that makes you more normal or me more strange.

xxx

[camwyn]

I've actually got a recording of this on DVD, I just haven't watched it yet. I want to see them live first, you know?

Re:

[ocean-song.livejournal.com]

I totally understand. Have a great time!!!

[oneminutemonkey.livejournal.com]

Don't feel so alone. I think the monks sound cool also.
Though sadly, I like Animal better.

:>

[camwyn]

Nowt wrong with Animal. Gonzo's a little easier to keep up with. Animal only has two settings: RAAAGH and off.

[pelogrande.livejournal.com]

Pish! Pish, I say!

Everyone knows that the best and most underused muppet is the boomerang fish guy, whose name I forget at the moment.

[lwood.livejournal.com]

Lew Zeeland.

-- L

[zou.livejournal.com]

Monks R Cool.
The Other Children suck.

[lwood.livejournal.com]

a) I'd go! There's just these 3000 problems in the way.
b) May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the armpits of the Other Children.
c) Favorite Muppet: Variable. Never Miss Piggy, though.

-- L