Bak To Stuff about ME

Musashi Sez:

Wull, I has to admit jus how un-inspyrd I ben laytlee. I meen, of cors I loves mai mom (espeshullee her thums whut werk the can-opennr!!!), but ther gots to be mor to lif than that. So we goin to follr the advys of lotsa writrs, an I’m goin to writ about wut I lov eevn mor: ME.

So, fer instins, I offrs yu a play (lik drah-mr, on stayj, wift costoomz an props!) about MAI LIF. I got this jpg file frum mai Ont Lindr a whil bak, wen she toldid me about the Big Japaneez Premeer, which is lik the firstest run of the play.

It’s called MUSASHI, an the fellr on the rigt, all in blak, whu is whuppin the butt of the polkee-dottid kittee, is me. Obveeuslee, the actrz ar hoomin peeples, cuz the yoonion roolz in Japan ar still kinda strict about aminal actrz. (Parentlee, eevn the doggees whut play Orphn Annie'z doggee Sandy has to get speshul permishun. Huh.)

The plot is a little diffrint from mai akshul lif, cuz altho I wuz a ronin kittee fer a while in West Roxbury, befor the folks from Angell Memorial Hospital fyndid me, I din’t get into neerlee that manee sword figts as they shows in the play. But it do mayk pertee gud dramr.

Mom Says:

This is called taking liberties with the details in the interest of audience appeal.

Musashi Sez:

I don’t noe about liberty or peelin audiensiz, but they shur chanjd a lot of things. Lik mai mom doesn’t have neerlee so big a part, which is surprizin, but ther is this fellr they call a Show-Gun, an I don’t undrstan that AT ALL. But the royalteez keeps rollin in, so I not complayn.

Creaytiv Joosiz Leeking Out

Musashi Sez:

OK! OK! I noe it has ben a whyl sins we put out a seeryul of mai wild adventchurz wift the innernashunnl spy commyoonitee, but we ben verree bizzee. The bunneez whu writ mosta this blog wer threatenin to go on stryk agen, an this tim it wuz mai falt fer shur.

(***Sigh***)

See, I wuz talking to mai prodooser about how cool Buffee the Vampyr Slayr is, an she toldid me about “Buffee: the Myoozikul,” an I thogtid a lightbulb! An we ralleed around a pertend piano an had a braynstorm.

But the Bunneez hopt ovr an sed, “We did not com heer to writ a myoozikul, an we certenlee didn’t com to sit around whyl YU writ a myoozikul.”

An then we herd about the yoonion negosheayshunz between the Gild of Myoozikul Artists an the Actorz’ Eqwitee.

The Cheef Writr Bunnee sed, “We let yu get aweae wift the flamenco sene last tim cuz it wuz funnee an yu din’t hav the whol cast singing an dansin. Fightin, shur. Fightin is OK. But dansin? Huh. That NOT in our contrak.”

So we wer bak at the drawin bord, and this time we wer yoozin crayonz, cuzs they didn’t skayr the Bunneez so mutch. An meenwhyl, we sugjestid that the Bunneez tayk a Long-Dezervd Vaycayshun somwher egzotik. We tossd ideers around, lik Tyland, Japann, Chynr, an lik that. But the Bunneez hads studdeed Spanish, so they desydid to go to the Gulf of Meksiko, hopin they cud scout some gud lokayshunz fer the blog an be abul to writ off the cost of the trip.

In whut mai mom callz “retro-spek,” I’m gessin that yu kin see whut’s comin….