"Every little day, the same arrangement, I go out and fight the fight. Still I always feel this strange estrangement, nothing here is clear, nothing here is right..."
If you sang the above quote while pretending you were a petite, blonde vampire slayer who had been brought back from the grave by well-meaning friends, you might just belong at the Buffy Singalong, which has officially been noticed in this article in the NY Times. The article tells me that the show is monthly, and that the February showing was sold out. What's missing from the article is when the show is in March. So I go to the website for the IFC Film Center, and it tells me that it's "midnights at IFC," but doesn't say which midnights, how much it is, or how to buy tickets. And since I'm leaving for LA again (Jewlicious at the Beach, register NOW) next week, I'm going to have to wait until I come back to think about going.
What happened to the Internet being the Information Superhighway? Infuriating. Seriously, it's enough to make a girl sing and dance until she spontaneously combusts.