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Jan 22, 7:06 AM EST

`Mamma Mia!' producer plans Spice Girls musical

NEW YORK (AP) -- If it worked for ABBA, why not the Spice Girls?

Producer Judy Craymer says her company will create and produce a new stage musical based on the songs of the girl-power group whose recordings have sold more than 75 million copies. The show is tentatively titled, "Viva Forever." No production timetable was announced Thursday.

Craymer will produce "Viva Forever" with "American Idol" creator Simon Fuller, who hasmanaged Kelly Clarkson, Annie Lennox, Carrie Underwood and the Spice Girls.

Craymer produced both the stage and screen versions of "Mamma Mia!" The musicalfeaturing ABBA songs has been a mega-success, seen by more than 42 million people worldwide and grossing more than $2 billion since opening in London in 1999.

Copyright 2008 Associated Press

Feeling Nostalgic.

Today in one of my classes, we did a little 5 minute writing exercise where we had to let our minds wander to a happy place, and think about what we saw, felt, remembered, etc. All of the places I thought of were places specific to last year. I decided to write about a dirty old roof:

Billy's old apartment. We had so many wonderful times there. Lying on his make-shift couch, drinking coffee in tumblers and wine in mugs. Watching Disney movies despite all being in our twenties. Friends. True friends. The only ones that keep in touch.

The best part of this place was the roof. Dirty and covered in cigarette butts and frequented by pigeons, but small, cozy, and three storeys closer to the warmth of the sun.

I remember the smiles on our faces, the smells of my favorite restaurant just below, and the small bits of gravel that stuck on our elbows from lying there.

I don't know why this place means so much to me. There is just something about it, and the memories and people that go with it, that is so very wonderful.

I remember the last days of living in the last place I considered 'home'. We spent hours just lying on that rooftop. Reminiscing. Sad that it was almost over. In hindsight, those days were happy. Even though we were sad to have to leave, I have only the fondest memories.

I don't think I'll ever forget days on that roof. The ones I ever remembered in the first place, anyway. I may not have found another place to call home yet, but those memories have found a home in me.

Midnight Adventures

So last night I decided to film my latest Clive's Angels mission. The mission is to dance to Thriller in a public place. I spent an hour or so learning the choreography and I had it down, and it was awesome, so we decided to hop in the car, and find a graveyard to film it in. I should mention that shortly before leaving, I took a Benadryl because I am allergic to Randall's dog. I figured I'd get a little drowsy, but nothing major.
Ran and I drove around forever trying to find a graveyard into which we could point the headlights of the car. Finally after 3 failed attempts, we found one. I got out of the car, took off my jacket, plugged in my iPod, gave Randall my camera, and was about to start dancing to Thriller, when the priest showed up. I couldn't hear the conversation as I was out of earshot but apparently it went something like this:

Father Phil: Good evening, what's going on here? I'm not checking up on you, just came to check the doors."
Randall: Oh, uh, we're uh, making a film. It's got kind of a cemetery theme.
Father Phil: Oh, what's the film?
Randall: Actually, it's for YouTube. My girlfriend is going to dance to Michael Jackson's "Thriller". Is that okay?
Father Phil: Oh my. Well, I don't have a problem but the local constabulary might take offense. (I walk within earshot) So, (to me) you're going to dance to Thriller?
Me: Er--yes?...? (while wearing tights, a minidress, and knee high boots, in the cemetary at night) *hesitation*
Father Phil: (Crosses himself orwhateveryoucallthatblessingthing) Oh dear, haha. (Starts to walk away, stops, turns around) Do you want a white glove?
Me: HAHAHA!!! Good idea!!
Father Phil: Have a good night, folks.

So he left, and all was well, except that by this point, the Benadryl had REALLY kicked in and was messing with my brain. I could not remember the dance I had memorized only an hour earlier. Also, wearing wedge boots and dancing on icy, crusty snow in the dark = not a good plan.

Needless to say, it sucked. I've yet to watch the footage but i know there is a lot of me just standing there, thinking. And yelling 'OH MY GOD EDITING THIS IS GOING TO FUCKING SUCK! Oh shit I just cursed at the church. FUCK I did it again! OH MY GOD! Oh shit that's even WORSE! GAHHH!"

So I was like, fuck it. Let's blow this popsicle stand. And drove the fuck home.

*sigh*

Au revoir 2009.

Wow. This year has brought so many awesome new things. The Guide to Nerdfighting, vlogging, Twitter, my AMAZING new NF friends, graduation from university, starting a new degree, moving to another province, converting to Mac, new collab channels too! Clive's Angels, and Wednesdays on 7NerdsAPlenty, I could go on forever I'm sure. I'm about to leave for the land of the disconnected, but I wanted to get some of those things down so I can look at them in the future. I feel like so many of the great new things that came this year will continue to be a major part of my life in the future and I am so excited.
Cheers!

aother assisnment - reflecting on progression

video version here.

the beginning—relaxed, settling in.

hanging by the poolside, not getting wet just yet.

gaining comfort, easing in;

so many eager faces.

first reflecting on my own education,

then moving from robert munsch to paulo freire.

first look at the real thing;

putting my toes in the water, no big deal.

finding what works, what i like.

gaining new ideas—this is pretty great

envisioning these ideas in my own class

and reflecting; is this something i can see myself doing?

creating our own ideas,

wading into the shallow end.

experimenting, like throwing a dart,

a little more pressure, will it hit the target?

feeling of accomplishment, positive feedback, gaining confidence,

reflection: maybe i can do this.

reflecting on the semester,

diving into the deep end.

it's the big one. the real test.

like a boss in a video game

or a mountain i feel ill-prepared to climb.

confidence back to zero, it's november.

the pressure is getting the best of me

trying to stay afloat, but not doing so well.

feeling a lot less motivated,

procrastinating as long as i can

complete my draft, completely unsatisfied

reflection: this happens every year. i can get past this.

feeling more motivated

i dive in and finish the course

i don't think i've got it all figured out

but i am back on track. hoping for the best

success brings motivation. reflection: i can do this.

feeling good again, goodbye november.

Part 2

The climax

The heat of the fire travels through the pipes until they begin to melt. The walls that separate reality and desire burn quickly. No longer dividers, but a series of passageways. Not long now until they disappear.

The pipes give in to the flames. The fire within and the surrounding flames collide. Two souls intertwined, embraced by heat and passion. The walls have turned to dust—a cremation of the past.

it's all just a series of obsessions.

newness.

so exciting, consuming.

we strive for this new excitement to become regular.

the consistency--exhilarating. we want it to last forever.

the realization,

when the regular becomes the usual

mundane

unexciting,

is a difficult one.

we don't want to see it go, but won't work to make it stay.

heartbreak.

moving on.

change is a fucker.