In lieu of ranting and raving, some humor

Oh. My.

I am so, so, so, so, so furious right now. Almost beyond words. I am fairly certain I could shoot laser beams from my eyes if certain members of Kiddo's CSE team were standing in front of me right now. The new levels of asininity that have been reached in the farce in which we've been forced to engage in order to maintain Kiddo's services have left me gobsmacked, utterly dismayed and stressed beyond belief.

I could rant and rave for paragraphs and paragraphs on the topic, but I'm choosing to let it go - for now. Nothing can be done until Monday and we have a holiday coming up. While it isn't going to be the Thanksgiving we'd envisioned (my sister, brother-in-law and nephews were supposed to be coming up from Jersey, but due to H1N1 in their house, they can't), it still is a five day period in which our family of three will be home together. So, I'm choosing to take deep breaths and try to forget about the hell of the last two days at least until I am able to pick up my sword and battle ax and resume the fight next week.

So, in lieu of another diatribe from me on the idiocy that exists in the world of Special Education and the unconscionable acts that are required by the adults therein, all supposedly in the name of helping the children with disabilities, I want to share this with you. A friend had linked to it on his Facebook page and I came across it while ferociously typing out infuriated status updates earlier this afternoon. It cracked me up, and as a fan of both the Muppets and Queen, I can't not share it with you now.

So, please enjoy the following cover of Bohemian Rhapsody:

One more thing about stuff....

So, my beloved hubby, who is an infrequent visitor to my blog, popped in this morning and saw my previous post about stuff. He was surprised I hadn't linked to the George Carlin routine about stuff, and I told him I'd utterly forgotten the routine (sorry, George), so he pulled it up on Youtube and we watched it. After laughing at it all over again, I decided I'd take his suggestion and post it here for y'all to enjoy, too (language warning as this exceeds my usual G/PG rating):

One Night Only, Limited Engagement

Okay, dear readers (and fellow fans of George Clooney), today's the day! Per my promise to make a video of myself singing my prize-winning song for nikkicrumpet's contest, I now present - for 24 hours only - the international debut of Heather Acting Like A Deranged Fan (or at least Somewhat Slightly Crazier than Usual)!

I wanted to put beginning and end credits on the video, but I can't for the life of me figure out how to get the video editing software Hubby got for the computer when we bought the video camera to work. Seriously, I've watched him do all sorts of cool things with the video footage we've shot since we bought the new camera, and I really thought I could do it. As it turns out, I can't. So, no witty titles or credits or fancy special effects, sorry. (I was all about doing lots of "star wipes" too. Shoot.)

So, I'll do the credits here, then show you the video. I'm not kidding when I say this is a limited engagement: I do NOT want this thing getting spread around the interwebz. I want it to languish here in relative obscurity on my little blog, then disappear quietly into that good night. I mean, I'm wearing a tiara, for crying out loud. You can't bring the crazy any more than being a goofy, nearly-middle-aged chick singing an ode to a George Clooney photograph than by wearing a pink, marabou trimmed tiara (borrowed from Kiddo's rather extensive collection for the occasion). Oh yes, I brought the crazy. Mmm-hmmm. I brought it BIG. I also slapped on some make-up (succumbing as best I could to the whims of the Gods of Vanity) and even put in my contact lenses for the occasion. My dear friends who assisted me in the making of this video managed to locate a karaoke track for The Rainbow Connection, and I thank them very much for putting so much time and effort into assisting me in looking like a crazy fool. The only thing about the karaoke track is that it was a bit low (or a bit too high, depending on in which octave I sang it) so apologies to Bea Arthur and/or any drag queen that does a Bea Arthur impression, I did not intend to imitate you, honestly. We did this in one take (not counting one false start) and thus you get the full experience, including us miscounting the intro and me allllmost starting a few beats early, then trying not to crack up when I realized that I almost mis-started. You can also see me briefly glance out the window immediately to my camerawoman's right as something flew by around 8 seconds in, as I apparently have the attention span of a gnat...

And now without further ado, the credits:

A Mrs. Smith Production of a

Freyda S. Joint

Introducing

Heather the Crazy Chick


in

Ode to a Clooney 8x10

(with apologies to Kenny Ascher and Paul Williams)


Direction and Cinematography by
Freyda S.


Technical Assistance by
Chuck S.


with special thanks to
Nikki, Crumpet

and Ozzie (especially Ozzie!!!)


*star wipe*

Sorry folks, time is up! The video's gone

into the vault for good...

*Fade to black, cue laughter and

a small smattering of applause*

Please, please, please DO NOT copy this video or post it anywhere else online. It is copyright ONLY to me and any copying or sharing anywhere else other than on this blog is expressly forbidden. Thank you.