Tonight! The Infanta AWAKENS!
In other news...
I have been playing Zelda: The Windwaker on me Gamecube religiously. Greatest game ever man, although it bears many similarities to its predecesors on the N64 (Ocarina, Majora's Mask), the graphics, story, and gameplay never get tiring. Can't wait to play the new Zelda: Twilight Princess next year. All good boys love video games.
Yesterday, I drew a picture of a giant squid and a sperm whale locked in mortal combat. I based it off of a t-shirt design as pictured on retrocrush.com. Basically, I just copied the design, sans fez and martini glasses. Then last night, as I was playing Zelda, who should I happen to sail into, but a giant squid, whom I quickly dispatched with my cannon. Then, after last night's Most Haunted, in which a ghost that went by the name of "Elizabeth" stopped the mechanics of a clock tower whenever requested, a program called Mysteries of the Smithsonian aired. One of these mysteries housed in the Smithsonian is the giant squid exhibit, as the famed museum has a small female giant squid on display. My my, the squid gods were taunting me with glee last night. A curator on the program had said that a giant squid has never been photographed in its natural environment. His comments must have pre-dated this most recent incident. How wrong he was...http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/09/0927_050927_giant_squid.html We will leave it all to the imagination.
Streetcar rehearsal goes well, only two weeks from opening night. I will say this, Tennessee Williams did not write "easy" plays, niether did Arthur Miller, O'Neil, Ibsen, Strindberg, Kushner, you know, the Greats of playwriting. By this I mean, Williams infused in Streetcar a deliberate amount of psychological underpinnings and subtext that if not played correctly by the players, Streetcar is merely a story, and a spectacle, the opposites of what Williams intended it to be. So then, the trick for me, as I discovered this past week, and the other principal actors, is to find the emotional connections with these characters. Mitch cannot act hurt by the fact that Stanley told him Blanche was a raving Delilah. Mich IS hurt, and playing that can be very emotionally exhausting in Act 3, scene 3. Well, it will be a fine show, I do believe.
Allow me to post a follow-up to last Saturday's post where I extolled praise upon my favorite TV program MOST HAUNTED, on the Travel Channel. Next week, Halloween weekend, Most Haunted goes live, and heads to the Whitechapel district of London, haunted host of the infamous Jack the Ripper slayings. I am somewhat skeptical of their intent. The advertisements for the four day event, which culminates in a live broadcast on Monday, the 31st. It's being billed as the Hunt for Jack the Ripper. I'm skeptical. Why don't they just let sleeping ghosts lie. The man got away with it, and it was only 6 hussies he did in. Oh well...Knowing me, I'll probably watch it, but something tells me this is all going to be pretty futile for Evey, Derek, and the Most Haunted team. Still, I visited 2 of the murder sites when I visited London in Dec. '03, so, it'll be cool to see Mitre's Square, Miller's Court again, some of those other sites, if they go there.
Finally, I've decided to dress as Dali for the costume contest here at work on the 31st. I wasn't going to at first, since I thought, who the hell here would know who Dali even was? My co-worker, Sharon, who sits in the cubicle next to me, had no clue. So I showed her a picture of him, and also Persistance of Memory. But I don't think it rang any bells. Still, there's a prize involved, and I know Dali can beat out any two-bit vampire or bumble-bee. God, I fucking hate people who dress up as bumble bees for halloween. Totally fucking unoriginal congratulations.
Fucking bumble bee costumes...
More later...MAHALO!
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