Let’s get one thing straight: Reading that 50 Shades of Grey book was so damn awful that it made me wanna scratch out my own eyes.
It also made me want to hit my head repeatedly against a brick wall.
Why (bang) is it (bang) that I never (bang) come up with these horrible (bang) ideas (bang) that others come up with (bang) that end up making them rich and famous (bang, bang, BANG).
I just don’t understand. I come up with lots and lots of crappy ideas. I write all sorts of stuff that just plain sucks. In fact, most of what I write is drivel. And yet I’m no closer to being rich and/or famous, or even to getting more than one damn person to bother looking at this crappy, sucky, drivel-y blog. (And on top of that, I’m no closer to finding Peeta OR getting to Iceland).
Having said all that, I did decide that the best way to beat ’em is to
join them laugh at ’em.
And laugh I did. Tonight I went to see 50 Shades! The Musical.
It mocked all the things from the book that I mocked; ridiculed the dialogue I ridiculed; eye-rolled in all the right places…in other words, I felt validated.
And yet, how smug can I really feel knowing that Ms. E. L. James sits atop her Mont Blanc of money while I sit on my chair from IKEA?
At least I have my integrity. Day 17, new experience: I have never before seen a musical quite like this, one that has stoked my desire to one day pen something so absolutely dreadful that there is no choice but for it to end up as a rollicking musical.
Each day of 2014, I’m
forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.