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Personality Test: Zombie or Grizzly

zombieMake your decision before you read my story below.  Now, suspend your disbelief: there are two doors in front of you, both of which open from the outside only. Once you step through, there is no going back. You cannot stay where you are.  Behind one of the doors is a thousand pound grizzly.  Behind the other door is a flesh-eating zombie.  Which do  you choose.  Answer and explain in the comments section.

The first time I saw a Grizzly it was across a long vista of rolling grassland and meadow–it was loping along, covering a lot of ground, traveling perpendicular to me.  I instinctively alg-grizzly-bear-jpgfroze, glanced at the treeline for something to climb–just looking at that beast, probably 800 pounds of horror, running like an athlete, sent my heart racing, my adrenal gland pumping, the little hairs on my arms and the back of my neck bristling. The thing was easily a thousand yards in the distance–although, at the 35 mph a Grizz can romp, I’d have 20 seconds, give or take, if the wind changed.  Later, I would reflect on the immediate, profound fear response and wonder if my subconscious sense of caution was that strong, or if I was experiencing something more profound, literal instinct. Genetic memory.

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Rocky Horror Picture Show

In the velvet darkness, of the blackest night, burning bright….

1280x740xRocky-Horror-Picture-Show-the-rocky-horror-picture-show-236965_1280_1024.jpg.pagespeed.ic.buFO4SPeOQI recently stumbled into a rather dated blog post (link below) that read….

This weekend I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show done by a group of players who ran the movie and simultaneously acted out the movie as a live play.  Staging and production-wise, I’d say don’t try this at home.  They were a cute bunch of kids in cute costumes and I think everyone had a pretty good time.  I felt very middle-aged throughout, especially considering that unlike me, most of the live cast and audience weren’t yet born in 1975 when “Rocky Horror” first came out.

I was much too young for “Rocky Horror” when it debuted and not much interested in the counter-culture that embraced it as I came of age.  My previous attempts to watch it (once at a party, once at a theater and once at

No toast...but they did serve Meat Loaf.
No toast…but they did serve Meat Loaf.

home on video) ended with dozing, falling asleep and general boredom.  It’s not that I didn’t get it.  It was that it was the cultural relic of a time that I didn’t belong to and didn’t idolize.  I understand the era it came from and had some passing familiarity with it, but it isn’t my thing. As much as the young Rocky party goers wish otherwise, it’s not really their thing either.

There’s nothing particularly outrageous in 2008 about going out in public in a corset.  Hell, they make them as outerwear these days.  While there is still a lot of anti-gay sentiment, most people of my acquaintance today know exactly what a transsexual is.  And for those of us who watched friends die of AIDs, a free-for-all sexual lifestyle looks more idiotic than liberating.  The sexual revolution that spawned Dr. Frankenfurter is as antique today as a Victorian opium den.  However fun and salacious the young people doing this production found it, they’re even less likely to actually understand Rocky than I am.  It was a profound realization in the middle of a very silly night.  Sadly, even with my previous mostly unconscious attendances of the past, I knew the cues for the stuff in the prop bags better than most of the avowed enthusiasts.

It took two days and a lot of scrubbing to get that “lip” stamp off my hand, too!

http://tlryder.wordpress.com/2008/06/09/rocky-horror-picture-show/#comment-177

RHPS-RW1C1-TransylvaniansLLiked the post because it gave me pause to think, and recall fondly–I was fifteen when some friends and I walked two miles to the theater for a midnight showing of Rocky Horror.  It was 1982, I had no idea what the show was about, only that it was a movie at midnight and was supposedly a lot of fun.  It was, though we arrived without makeup, costumes, squirt guns, or toast.  I could take or leave the idealized debauchery, and the counter-culture sex/gender-bending element non-plussed me even then (Dustin Hoffman’s Tootsie came out that same year). I had a crush on Columbia, which was strange, because the girl who’d head-over-heeled me in real life had a definite Magenta vibe.  But I digress: my pleasure from that night, and the dozen or so Rocky shows I’ve attended in the ensuring 30-some years, came from the joy of the crowd, not the dated ribaldry of the script.  Scenes like Rocky Horror are ultimately reliant upon rocky-horror-picture-show-13_610a group of (mostly) strangers mutually agreeing to indulge themselves in–not wildness, but the idea of wildness, and in this it occurs to me that Rocky Horror has more in common with a bunch of old folks doing the chicken dance at a polish wedding than it does with outmoded sexual exotica. After all, it’s just a jump to the left….

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Shakespeare and Rocky Horror?

http://shakespearesolved.blogspot.com/2012/08/rocky-horror-picture-show-shakespeare.html

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Bonnie and Clyde….

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Okay, I’m in.