Do you know what I love? I love movies where actors with no previous singing careers sing. I love them! I fully plan to see Sweeney Todd, not just because it is a Tim Burton movie, but because I want to swoon when Johnny Depp and Alan Rickman sing. And Sasha Baron Cohen, too, I guess, although not so much for swooning really, but the other half of the fascination is the whole "Wow, look at that famous person sing in public. Neat!" thing, so yes, Sacha Baron Cohen too. And Helena Bonham Carter, for that matter.
The main point, though, is Johnny Depp! And Alan Rickman! The Husband pointed out to me once that in Love Actually - which is a bloody brilliant movie and I don't want to hear opinions to the contrary - Mr. Rickman wears glasses that cause him to bear an unfortunate resemblance to Sally Jessy Raphael. This is sadly, but hilariously, true, and has been a sticking point in my appreciation. But the singing! It will cure me! (In the interest of full disclosure, I should say that I was already cured, and if you want to know how, follow the chain of links to Alan Rickman reading my favorite Shakespearean sonnet. Although, in all honesty, it's my favorite sonnet because it's kind of funny, and he's probably reading it a bit too seriously, but oh my god, just listen. Seriously. I'll wait here.) So anyway, all that is to say that I'm looking forward to Sweeney Todd.
Do I seem weird today? I feel like I seem weird. I'm using a lot of exclamation points, and I normally try to keep my fangirliness hidden away where it can't embarrass anyone. I have been home sick for the past two days, though, and I am getting a bit stir crazy, I think. I am genuinely sick, but not the type of sick where you can't get up from the couch. It's the kind of sick that is nice for a day or two, because I feel sick enough that I don't feel guilty about skipping out on work, but not so sick that I am praying for death. But it's getting old. As much as I love the husband (and I do, even more than Johnny Depp), I think I need outside human contact. One of the things I like about my job is getting to talk to a wide range of people. So while it has been lovely sitting on the couch knitting and listening to the This American Life cds that a co-worker lent me, I am ready to get out of the house. I am also ready to get a decent night's sleep after two nights in a row of practically no sleep, thanks to a horrible, dry, hacking cough. Nyquil wasn't working, so I tried a homeopathic cough syrup called Chestal today. I don't trust homeopathy, really, but then I don't trust the drug companies either. Still, though, I am half-afraid that this syrup will kill me, or at least make me throw up, which I hate.
By the way, why do all the cough syrups promise to thin out your phlegm to ease congestion while also suppressing coughs? Personally, I just want my cough suppressed for the night, and I promise I will fight phlegm tomorrow. But assuming that my phlegm is thinned, shouldn't it be removed somehow, before it thickens again? And wouldn't my body's instinct be to cough it out? Isn't this counter-productive? Won't someone please think of the phlegm?
