Shel Silverstein: Runny Babbit: A Billy Sook
Tboy's Christmas was a silly one.
The Pajama Game
Tboy's Christmas was a campy one.
James Ivory et al.: The Wild Party
Raquel Welch. No, really.
If, for your road-tripping diversion, you build a smart playlist in iTunes, using the text string "Blue" as a filtering criteria in song titles and naming said playlist "Life in Blue," you wind up listening to a disproportionate amount of Johnny Cash on your way back to D.C. from North Carolina.
That is all.
There were nephews to be visited. And what with the new job coming up next week, Tboy figured he'd better visit while the visiting was good.
Now he's been in Augusta, Ga.--yes, he has visited the scene of the shopping-mall drive-through--for three days, and he's remembering why he usually sets that amount of time as the upper limit. He's upstairs in the spare bedroom at his sister's house, because downstairs:
Tboy dearly loves his nephews. But: While he knows he's not exactly a high-risk candidate, he intends to have himself sterilized as soon as the new NPR health bennies kick in.
Too busy with a couple of deadlines to think of topics for you, not that many of you seem to care. But amuse yourselves if you like ...
Tboy thought this surveillance-camera video was hysterical even before he clicked play.
Then he did click play -- and saw the caption that said it was happening in Augusta, Ga. Which is where he grew up. So yes, the mall that's being driven through by the crazy man in the SUV is the mall where Tboy did the surly-teenager thing.
And yes, the Starbucks the guy drives past (it's on the upper level) is the very same one Tboy and his nephew Joey went to for a pick-me-up when they were on the Build-A-Bear excursion last Christmas.
Tboy keeps telling you all that the people down where he's from ... well, they ain't right. He knows you don't really believe him. But now there's video evidence.
'Course Tboy probably shouldn't laugh yet. 'Cause odds are it'll turn out he knows the guy.
UPDATE: Thank god. Turns out it's not Tboy's brother-in-law. But yes, this NBC affiliate is the same one that aired this mortifying Krispy Kreme segment. (Look closely at the graphic behind the anchor's head. Click the image to enlarge it; you're looking for the tagline under the doughnuts...)
I've been remiss with regard to the Spinster lately. Firstly I didn't go to see the V-Day madness. Then I've come late to the look-there's-a-benefit notice. But look, there's a benefit.
That is all.
Sorry to leave you all hanging last week. I was apparently having too much fun in Carnival!-land. Perhaps it was the beefcake gallery.
Anyhoo, what shall we talk about? Suggestions:
1. [Mr. Excitement's thoughts + Playgoer's thoughts] on [the New York Sun's thoughts on a forthcoming Theatre Development Fund study + Andre Bishop's plans for a 99-seat incubator house at Lincoln Center]. (Blogging: Now so thoroughly incestuous that it requires expression in quasi-mathematical formulae.) Where do Arena Stage's plans for a 200-seat "Cradle" fit in that equation?
2. Charles Isherwood has Broadway tunnel-vision/is brutally realist about the measures of success: Discuss. (From page 2: "While he has yet to break through with a major play in New York, [Craig] Wright ... has established himself as a productive writer .... ")
3. Edward Albee is a cranky old fart/a hero to dramatists everywhere: Discuss.
And as always, feel free to introduce your own topics and vent about the shows you're in. Have they fixed those troublesome between-scene blackouts your SM was calling too quickly? Has your leading man finally got his lines down, now that your show's been open two weeks?
What else is on your mind?
So Uma Nithipalan, for whom you're supposed to have been vandalizing, is out of the ICU.
You remember: The 27-year-old L.A.-based actress (pictured at right, before her hospitalization) collapsed suddenly on Feb. 1 after a brain aneurysm -- far from home, with no health insurance, not long after she said "yes" to a marriage proposal.
Playwright Erik Patterson, who's been chronicling Uma's struggle since that day, emphasizes that moving out of the ICU is a huge thing. Doctors initially expected her to die -- or at best to remain in a vegetative state for life.
Meanwhile theaterbloggers and theaterfolk and just plain people have raised a pile of money to help pay for Uma's medical expenses. (They'll need more, so if the spirit moves you, the link is at the top right on that page.)
I have to say I've found the story of Uma's fight immensely moving -- and the extraordinary response of people who don't even know her even more so.
You can read up on it at Metroblogging LA -- it's an end-of-February post, but it's a lively overview.
Tboy is 39 whole years of age.
(Actually he has to confess: His 30s have been amazing, so he's not really thinking of his 40s with much trepidation.)
1). This is an amazing story. I had no idea. (Apparently very few people did.)
2). That one's amazing, this one's downright flabbergasting. Tboy's brother-in-law is in the firearms trade, which is how Tboy came to be on the TSA's watch list. (Tboy's sister wrapped Tboy's Christmas present using packing peanuts that had previously been used to ship ammunition or something, so naturally Tboy's luggage set off every explosives-residue alarm in the airport.) So Tboy knows the firearms people are a little wacky. But he had no idea they'd eat their own with such appetite. And we let these people have guns?
3). Dr. H is all over the Internets today. He's weighed in on "actors v. actresses" over here (Tboy would like you to know that yes, this kind of conversation happens all the time), and he's also over here, talking about finding his inner 6-year-old.
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