Just Kidding

The Theatre Blog is called Pheidio Eimi. Mostly I decided to amp up the pretention a little with some Ancient Greek.

So tune in soon for more entirely directionless, semi-literate swill from everybody's favorite puppy-to-smother.

Alright, 18 hours is up.

With one vote against (from the honourable representative from Lincoln Square), 7 billion abstentions, and two votes for (one from the Chair and another from the Chair's Stupendous Coiffure) the ayes have it. From now on this'll be a theatre blog. I'm gonna archive the previous posts somewhere to be read aloud in the event that my funeral begins to stagnate.

I'll compromise with you, though, Honourable Tony. I'll cross-post everything with a Halcyon flavour to the company site. Gravy?

I'm thinking about repurposing this page to be a theatre blog. I know, I know, there aren't enough of those, right? I want to be writing about theatre, and I'm afraid folk who want to read about theatre won't have any time for the other scribble. The rub: Trepanation Drill is the coolest title I can think of for anything. So. Taking a vote. Theatre blog or unchannelled meanderings?

You have 18 hours. Vote early, vote often.

Steam Tunnel Incidents

If they ever ask you where I went
Conjure up a steam tunnel incident
A fable of my failure to repent
An admonition to the impudent
That way I’ll always be the instrument
Of your impassioned self-aggrandisement

This is a little fragment that keeps kicking around my head. I think there are 16-20 lines before and 2-6 lines after this part, but I don't know what they are.

Help?

Michael Jackson Finally Gets Nose, 8 Babies He Always Wanted

Some people think this nutty monster looks like Angelina Jolie.

I respectfully disagree.

I was fine with this Thing for a long time and I reserved judgment till I read all the stuff out there. I didn't buy into the spin and I gave the Thing a chance to prove herself...that is, until the Thing's publicist submitted this statement to USA Today.

I'm calling for universal intolerance for this woman and her 14 hopeless bastards.

She says she's being unfairly judged because she's a single mother. I say she's being unfairly accommodated because she's a single mother. If there was some grinning idiot standing next to her in the newspaper picture and saying "Yeap! Me an' the missus is jest pleased as punch, ain't we momma?" you would roll your eyes and skip to the crossword.

And now she wants to raise them Christian? First of all (Pat Robertson can use this for free), every Arab witch that ever used Satan's Magic to conjure up 14 abominations and spat in the face of Holy Wedlock has used that "I'm raising them Christian" line to avoid the righteous retribution of the Inquisitorial Rack.

Seriously though, any individual or firm that donates any cash, product or service to this woman should be denied a tax writeoff and probably audited just for good measure. If Suleman ever uses a dime of public funding to get a master's degree to pay for her 14 brats, her transcripts, exams and homework should be made public record. If she applies for a job, her applications and interviews as well as those of her competing candidates should be available for scrutiny and comparison. Any company that gives her a book deal or a TV show before her kids have turned 25 (and been thoroughly evaluated) should have its whole imprint boycotted.

Any mother in the natural kingdom, faced with an unsustainable litter of whelps like that, would do the noble thing and eat at least one or two of them for the good of the pride. I don't see any reason why we should accept anything less from this one.

News in Brief

Check this out.

-The link above shows a worldwide poll to determine how the world would vote for the US president. I just rolled across this, although of course it's months old. I don't want to spoil the turnout if you haven't seen it, but guess what, Mack? Macedonia loves you!

-Everyone in Chicago should come check me out in Verbatim Verboten every monday through the 23rd at 9pm. It's filthy and raucous and I'll be doing Shatner and Elton John and hopefully Christian Bale, among others.

-Max Cola from the Jewel-Osco is the best thing you can get for a quarter. I'm gonna have a baby or at least a fish and name it Max Cola Dodds.

New Year's Resolution for me, and for everybody else.

I hope everyone had a lovely Pork and Sauerkraut, or its Kosher or Vegetarian or Pescatarian or Vegan or Cheap or Non-Sauerkraut-Based alternative. In ringing in old Twenty-Ought-Nine, I have resolved to say "Ought-Nine" all year. I've shamefully neglected to call the previous years of this decade the "Ought-Somethings" and hang my head for the eight-year oversight. It's going to be 92 years till I get the chance to do so again, and just in case something comes up and I forget, I'm gonna try to do my part to compensate.

My resolution for everyone else, but mostly for the media outlets, is thus:

STOP sending me a headline every time the world's oldest person dies. It happens like every week, and it's damned depressing. What do you expect? It's the oldest person in the world! If you send me a message every time the world's ugliest person gets laid, or every time the world's stingiest person writes a big charity check or when Amy Winehouse has moment of thoughtful lucidity, THAT's news. But you journalists out there, cramming my frontpage with your "World's Oldest Person Dies Yet Again (Can She Be Stopped?) and your "Sky Still Blue, Scientists Report" and interrupting my soap opera to tell me that "Linkin Park Worst Band Ever" are not doing me any favors.