After the TheaterSports show tonight,
I think I’ve heard of a Lucas Ryan in a local improv troupe, maybe one of the college ones. A quick google search…
Lucas Ryan, Basement Theatre, Atlanta
It’s important that I know of his whereabouts, because if we ever touched, we might explode and take the universe with us.
Boy, these bug me.
For those who need a studio photographer for headshots or portraits, may I recommend Carl Christie? Here’s some photos he took of Roan, Roan’s friend Baby Riley, Baby Riley’s parents and the ever-charming me at his grand opening last week.
Of course, if you want arty candids…
I know so many cool photographers. Well… two anyway.
So, Toy Story 2.
I’ve seen it a lot recently, and for lack of anything better to do, I’ve been thinking about the implied mythology behind toys as portrayed in the films.
On the flight back from Phoenix, the movie was Dreamer, a movie
starring Dakota Fanning about a horse.
It was a mediocre movie (based on a true story), full of mediocre writing
and cliche moments. Towards the end, I’m thinking who would ever think
this was a good idea for a movie?. Of course, at the end, the
underdog horse wins the big race. Right when Dreamer crosses the finish
line, the woman in the seat across the aisle starts clapping.
She’s the only one clapping. And she doesn’t stop. Clearly, she’s been
moved by this predictable mediocre fare.
I guess some people just like horse movies.
A happy b-day to
The problem with the Monster Energy Drink that Dad’s sells, aside from the apalling taste, is that I can’t find the precise amount to drink that gives me the boost I need to get through a 10:30pm improv show, but not keep me wide awake until 1:30am.
So… how is everyone?
I think Toy Story 2 is actually marginally better than Toy Story.
A friend from high school set up a website to reconnect the old Fairfield High School Drama Club ca. 1988-1992. One of the old gang, Eric Lange, has been an actor for about 8 years or so in L.A. He’s been supporting himself with it, and I knew he’d had bit parts on West Wing and ER to name a few. But what I didn’t know, and am shocked that I didn’t know, is that he played a Fed in the Firefly episode “Train Job”, which is probably my favorite episode. But I never noticed him. So now I’ve got to go over it frame by frame.
The power has been blinking on and off all day, which is annoying.
Historically, because we are wimps, we have kept the thermostat set around 75 in winter, which is bad. And we’ve been rewarded with gas/electric bills between $200-300 during the cold months, especially back in our loft days. This year, with knowledge of the rise in gas prices and accumulated guilt from wasting energy, we knocked the temperature down to 68 degrees, and bought a cord of wood, and have been using the fireplace as much as possible. The fireplace is near the thermostat, so when it’s on, the heat doesn’t come on at all. It freezes out the other rooms, but we huddle in what we call “Glenn’s Room”. In reward for this, we got a gas bill of $480. I shudder to think what it would have been had we NOT become reasonable users of energy. I have since tuned it down to 65 degrees.
I’m doing a TheatreSports show tonight, which I haven’t done in quite a while. It’s also reportedly a sold-out show, according to dragonflygirl71, which I haven’t done in much longer. I am not nervous, though I wish I was.
I have to go to Phoenix, Arizona on Monday until Wednesday for work. It is annoying, but it is not for Wal*Mart, so I’m okay with it.
As I was typing this, RocketBoy came up, tugged my shirt, and said “I’m going to go sit down, and you can get me more cheese.”
I guess I have my marching orders.
Three Men in a Boat (To Say Nothing of the Dog!) by Jerome K. Jerome
Compare and contrast Three Men in a Boat (published in 1889) and
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (published in 1885).
Finn is the story of a lower class american boy and a fugitive
slave escaping oppression by traveling down the Mississippi River on a
homemade raft. On the way, they encounter danger and adventure. This
book is often considered the Great American Novel.
Boat is the story of three well-to-do English gentlemen (to say
nothing of their dog) escaping the drudgery of work by traveling up the
Thames on a rented sailboat. On the way, they encounter insignificant
obstacles, and make a big deal out of it. This book was originally
intended to be a travel guide, but just got out of hand and became a
novel. For some reason, they also tacked on some ghost stories at the
end, perhaps to fluff up the page count.
Quote from Finn:
“It’s lovely to live on a raft. We had the sky up there, all speckled with
stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss
about whether they was made or only just happened.”
Quote from Boat:
“I like work. It fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.”
All in all, I enjoyed the writing (likened to that of P.G. Wodehouse, but
I think that’s overstating it a bit), but was left with a “so what?”