Our scene is no stranger to musicals (see also: American Idiot and Razia’s Shadow), but Panic! The Musical is a new breed of jukebox musical. The project, already fully cast and slated for a June workshop, is a labor of love with Broadway aspirations, created by a group of loyal Panic! At the Disco fans fearlessly led by director and creator Alexis Acar. Editor-in-chief Erik van Rheenen spoke with Acar and book writer Christina Rose Sabia about the story behind the musical, and how the self-professed “dynamic duo” took their mutual love for Panic!’s music to make their musical a reality.
Something REALLY weird just happened at work. So I brought a Diet Mountain Dew (my staple) to work and set it on my “desk” next to my waterbottle. I went to the office, and my coworker asked if I’d go upstairs to hold his floor while he went to his car to grab something. I agreed, time passed, and then when I came back downstairs I noticed my can of Diet Mountain Dew was significantly colder than before. I ignored it and cracked it open and drank it. It was no longer Diet Mountain Dew, but normal, non diet. I’m ignoring it and drinking it anyways, because it was in the exact spot that I had originally set mine.
Wondering if my coworker had traded me Mountain Dews, I just went upstairs to see what he is drinking. He is drinking normal, non diet Mountain Dew! So where did the diet one go?! WHY?!
Meanwhile, my other, less respected coworker is acting really really suspicious.
My coworker just poked his head around the corner, within 5 minutes of me posting this, and said “Friends don’t let friends drink diet.”
So every night my dimwitted coworker has 3 packs of Top Ramen that he opens one side of, runs under the sink for like 10 minutes in the packaging, adds the flavor, and then he sucks/squeezes it out of the wrapper. Now I know that I shouldn’t be judging anyone based on how they eat Ramen, and I know I’m biased because this guy is profoundly idiotic (therefore everything he does to me seems idiotic), and I blame him for most of my work woes, but seriously, I can hear him crinkling the wrapper and sucking and slurping and I’m disgusted.
I mean we have access to a fully equipped kitchen, silverware, plates, bowls, all of that crap as long as we clean up nicely. Just… whyyyy…
I’ve had a freakish love for animals for the past 24 hours or so. I watched my fish blow bubbles and almost cried for like 10 minutes, and then I watched this dog singing Vampire Weekend twice through and I just want to go home and cuddle my parent’s cat.