thehefner | Misc. Thoughts- the even sicker edition

1.) The good news: last night's performance of Cyrano was the first version of the play and the character my mother's ever liked. It was because he wasn't a bombastic jerk, as was the Gerard whats-his-name version. The bad news? I had to run out of the theater at my very favorite scene of this production's, the bakery scene (with its utterly devestating "I have always loved you" that I tear up to now even as I write this) because I needed to vomit. Unfortunately, I hadn't really had anything left in my stomach by that point other than half a bottle of Perrier to throw up, so I just sat by the Shakespeare Theatre toilet, gagging for the next hour. As much as I desperately wanted my mother to see the depth of Andrew Long's wonderful Guice and the utterly heartbreaking ending, I knew I couldn't stay. But she liked it, so huzzah! (goes to die now)

2.) I hate the movie The Piano. I find it to be an arthouse piece of psuedo-femminist pretentious bullshit with no likable or interesting characters (save for Sam Neill, who always rules... and he's sporting muttonchops, which never hurts). Plus, we have Harvey Kietel naked. Yet again. But mainly, I find it to be one of the most singularly unpleasant films I've ever seen. So why, then, am I drawn back to see it at least once a year? The costumes? The atmosphere? It certainly isn't the characters. Or maybe it's the soundtrack. And now I've been listening to some tracks of Michael Nyman's score for the film, and I'm finding myself almost moved to tears. This music is absolutely beautiful. I need to see Gattaca now, because I hear that's his other great soundtrack. But for me, I'll always love him for being one-half of the team (with Blur frontman Damon Albarn) behind the greatest soundtrack of all time, Ravenous. DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGdingdingdingdingdingding....

3.) Speaking of getting naked, something just occured to me. Apparently, a lot of women don't seem to understand the concept of a man being, as Rob "Billy Bibbit" Rannenberger put it, "a grower not a shower." This leads to many such women unjustly mocking several of the men on May Day at WAC. I only bring this up because, bear in mind, I was pretty damn nervous doing Blue Surge, and more and more the comments of "Wow, John, I never would have been able to do that!" are starting to seem vaguely less complimentary, you know?

4.) A little over a year ago, I returned from London. God. A little over a year ago, I officially rejoined the Rudes. I busted out the Gollum voice for the first time. I made

disc_sophist deliver the desired squee by giving her an autographed Ian McKellen photo. I got to meet new cool new cast members like

thirdbase,

777666,

dicechan, and

lonebear. I had the time of my life doing a play I had up to that point been unable to appreciate. Waxing nostalgic can be a dangerous thing and not to be trifiled with, especially when one is sick and weak, but I do anyway.

5.) Hey,

777666, if I don't still feel like shit come Sunday evening, wanna go see Anchorman?

6.) Oh, and

2sick2pray? It actually has been getting kind've old, now that you mention it. Perhaps in a week it will become just as timeless as it has been these past two months, but right now... yeah, it is getting kind of old. We'll see where this goes. No promises, though.