stuff jen says: Apr. 16: Cirque nightmares

UPDATE: The tickets have been taken.

Cirque Dreams Illumination is coming to Portland. We have tickets for the show on Thursday, May 27, which were part of our subscription for the season, and we’re not going to use them. Why not? Here’s why not:

That’s not cool or amazing or impressive or any other nice adjectives. That’s gross. That’s creepy and weird and disgusting and did I mention creepy? Icky. Icky icky icky.

Here’s a promo video for the show, which—I’ll warn you—has more of that guy above doing what he apparently does best, which is super frightening unless you like that kind of thing, in which case OMG YOU ARE SUCH A FREAK!

We’re selling our tickets at face value—you can have them both for just $22.50. Our seats are on the orchestra level, section E, right on the aisle. Here’s the layout of the auditorium:

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These tickets would be $94.20 if you went through Ticketmaster. Let me know if you’re interested in our cheap ones. I won’t judge you for liking quadruple-jointed circus acts. OK, maybe I will. But I’ll try to be quiet about it to your face. And if I can’t, then I’ll try not to blog about you and your disturbing fascination with this freak show.

UPDATE: The tickets have been taken.

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facts of jen's life

So, who do you think you are? I think I’m Jen. People who don’t know me sometimes call me Jenny. That’s weird.

Tell me about yourself. I was born a small black child, and am now a grown-up, or at least my kids think I am. I’m in my mid-40s and live in the ‘burbs of Portland, Oregon. My husband is Victor, and my kids are Katie and Jack. Read this if you want the real and very long scoop.

Tell me things people might not know about you. I am an ordained minister and can perform marriages. Why no one has asked me to do this for them yet, I do not know. ● At the request of my Disney-hating friend Ed, I got mouse ears embroidered with the name “Satan” and I didn’t even get kicked out of Disneyland. It’s quite possibly the ballsiest thing I’ve ever done. ● I “helped” write this book, published in 2012: You Take it From Here, by Pamela Ribon. My name is in the back, and I’m still geeking out about it. ● I recorded a song in a studio in 1994 and it got local radio play for a few months. At least two times I turned on the radio in the car and my song was playing at that moment—very cool. ● I nearly died from a zit in 1986. I am not making this up. ● Victor and I once appeared on The Tonight Show. Really. If you can find a VCR, I’ll show you the tape.

I read some of your posts and I think you might be an alcoholic. I drink way less than I write about drinking. If I ever STOP talking about booze, then it’ll be time for an intervention.

What do you love? Books. Coffee. Fonts. Broadway musicals. San Francisco. Bacon. Rum. Law & Order. Naps. Butter. Home. Crack cocaine. iDevices. Words. Disney vacations. You.

If you could punch anything or anyone in the face, what/who would it be? Cancer. I was diagnosed with lymphoma in November 2009. I kicked its big fat ugly ass and am in remission now. ● Comic Sans. ● People who won’t take responsibility for their problems—the “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” attitude. Look in the mirror. That’s who to blame. ● Celebrities who are famous for no reason. Y’know, if we stop looking, they’ll go away... ● Bad grammar and spelling and the dummies who use it.

You seem bitter. Did someone piss in your Cheerios? I’m not bitter. I think unicorns-and-rainbows stuff isn’t very interesting to read, so I tend not to write that way. But also, now you’re being kind of a jackhole.

It seems like no one ever comments on your blog posts. Why is that? Most people comment on the Facebook links. I don’t know why.

What if I want to tell you something? Two ways to reach me: leave a comment on a post, or e-mail me at jenniferTAKETHISPARTOUTmanullang at gmail-dot-com.

Apr. 16: Cirque nightmares

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