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Sep. 3rd, 2005
The Island of Dr. Heffie
Sep. 3rd, 2005 11:43 pmHere's an old picture I found. It was taken 'round the end of September 2004 when I reluctantly agreed to play Claudius in the Fakespeare production of "Be All My Sins Remembered," a post-modern deconstruction of Hamlet (every bit as good as it sounds!). I wasn't going to do it, but the bribed me with a sound designer for VIGIL (and everyone who saw VIGIL can attest to the awesomeness of the soundtrack, so it was definitely worth every second).
The show was part of the Philly Fringe Festival, which we SERIOUSLY need to get the Rudes involved in next year. The Rude Mechanicals of Texas do it every year, and we need to show them who's the Rudest of them all! Anyway, we were performing in the graveyard where Ben Franklin was buried. A nice enough idea, Hamlet in a graveyard, except for two flaws. First, the acoustics in a graveyard (or maybe it was just that particular graveyard) suck ass. Secondly, we were performing at noon and at 4 in the afternoon. Why was this a problem? Well, consider that it was a hot fall day without a single cloud in the sky. Now consider that there's not a single ounce of shade from where we were performing. Now think of me. Got it? Now think of me completely not even thinking that sunscreen would be important. Now think of me, the palest person in the entire world whose name doesn't rhyme with Fisty, trying to make do however he can. This involves basically covering up whatever of his skin that he can before hours of exposure for a play. That included wearing my extra white shirt over my legs, since I had wrapped my pants around my head. The result?
Yes, that's right. I became Marlon Brando playing Dr. Moreau. All I need is a little freaky pink mini-me and I'm all set. Plus, notice how freaky-skinny-anorexic those legs are. My God, I really was ass-thin, wasn't I? I never thought so. Man, I still kinda wish I was, unhealthy as it looked. It made for a better looking Bill the Butcher.
( A much better Bill the Butcher picture from Halloween one year ago. Now THAT'S Mr. Cutting for you! )
Let me know what you think of the new icon, or if the old one was better.
The show was part of the Philly Fringe Festival, which we SERIOUSLY need to get the Rudes involved in next year. The Rude Mechanicals of Texas do it every year, and we need to show them who's the Rudest of them all! Anyway, we were performing in the graveyard where Ben Franklin was buried. A nice enough idea, Hamlet in a graveyard, except for two flaws. First, the acoustics in a graveyard (or maybe it was just that particular graveyard) suck ass. Secondly, we were performing at noon and at 4 in the afternoon. Why was this a problem? Well, consider that it was a hot fall day without a single cloud in the sky. Now consider that there's not a single ounce of shade from where we were performing. Now think of me. Got it? Now think of me completely not even thinking that sunscreen would be important. Now think of me, the palest person in the entire world whose name doesn't rhyme with Fisty, trying to make do however he can. This involves basically covering up whatever of his skin that he can before hours of exposure for a play. That included wearing my extra white shirt over my legs, since I had wrapped my pants around my head. The result?
Yes, that's right. I became Marlon Brando playing Dr. Moreau. All I need is a little freaky pink mini-me and I'm all set. Plus, notice how freaky-skinny-anorexic those legs are. My God, I really was ass-thin, wasn't I? I never thought so. Man, I still kinda wish I was, unhealthy as it looked. It made for a better looking Bill the Butcher.
( A much better Bill the Butcher picture from Halloween one year ago. Now THAT'S Mr. Cutting for you! )
Let me know what you think of the new icon, or if the old one was better.
