Tboy's been a little busy this morning, and now he's got to run off to a lunch appointment.
So while you wait for this week's (blessedly short) Week in Review(s), Tboy is pleased to introduce a new featurette, which he has blatantly and without shame stolen from his friend John (et cie.) over at Americablog: the Open Thread.
Open Thread, you ask, wonderingly?
Indeed. This is where you shape the course of things at Theaterboy. You pick the topic. You tell Theaterboy about the state of D.C. theater, about the way your day is going, or about the hilarious/regrettable/mortifying thing you've just discovered on another site.
It all happens in the comments. And yes, HTML is allowed.
Thank you so much for spreading the word about vandalizing for Uma.
We had a really good day today. She blinked in response to a few of our questions, which may sound like a very small thing, but after eleven days of very slow progression and status quo, blinking was HUGE, and I even though I like to think I'm good with words, I can't even begin to express how good it felt to see her make that small little movement.
Tboy's late to this movement -- National Vandalize the World for Uma Day was Feb. 6 -- but he wants to join the throng anyway, and since it seems to be ongoing ...
What the hell is Tboy talking about, you ask?
The very short version is this, excerpted from a post at The Wicked Stage, bloghome of Backstage West founding editor Rob Kendt: "One of L.A.'s essential theater actors, Uma Nithipalan, is in a coma after a sudden brain aneurysm."
Read more at Kendt's blog about why Uma's friends -- and theater lovers across the country, and people who just want to do something to send a little love -- are scrawling and carving and spraying Uma's name on stuff. (Apparently she's got a little thing for anarchy and for things un-PC.)
Now, word's spreading among the theater bloggerati, and the campaign seems to be taking off in cities across the country. And Tboy thinks D.C. should join in.
Before you holster your spray paint, read the rules here. (Most important: The one that reads something like "please don't really vandalize anything major, like somebody's car.")
A word on the possible criminality of the Vandalize the World for Uma campaign: Having lived in some of D.C.'s more interesting neighborhoods, Tboy doesn't particularly care for graffiti. And in general he winces at the thought of defacing a library book. (Although perhaps if it were one of the new follow-the-herd books they're stocking in the Fairfax County libraries, maybe a David Baldacci title or something. And it must be said that he doesn't see much harm in scrawling "Uma" on a street sign.)
He guesses what he's saying is: Ask your conscience, act only in the spirit of wrapping the world in an energy that'll reach Uma, and be certain to follow Rule No. 4.
Now, go forth and vandalize.
And send pictures of your handiwork to Tboy. He'll put 'em in a Flickr album, as a way of documenting D.C.'s contribution, and send 'em along to Uma's friend Erik, who's collecting them to show her later.
Now, maybe I'm confusioned here, but ain't them folk supposed to be trained and vetted and good under pressure and all? I mean, she wore diapers in the car so she could get there in time to meet the damn plane???? Points for planning, I guess, but good lord jeezus...