29 March 2006

and their fans are called tossers

i believe i posted briefly, perhaps footnotally, about the wonderful joyous thing that is [title of show], now playing at the vineyard. tonight i return to it, not as a loud-laughing-friend-of-a-staffer-brought-in-to-sit-next-to-the-grumpy-times-critic, but as a musical-theatre-dorky-friend-of-a-staffer-ushing-the-show-to-see-it-again-because-she's-too-poor-for-a-ticket,-but-she-supports-the-vineyard-with-her-time-and-energy,-when-she's-not,-of-course,-supporting-that-other-off-broadway-theatre,-you-know,-the-one-she-actually-works-for. i was actually at the vineyard's website just now not to indulge my dorky-fandom of [tos], but to investigate the upcoming non-gala online auction. rumor, surely not from my friend who works there, has it that one of the items in this upcoming auction may be a pair of tickets to a taping of iron chef america.* james and i are currently selling blood and ovaries to fund our sure-to-be triumphal bid. anything for you, alton brown. anything.

so, aaanyway, i went to the vineyard's website, and the non-gala online auction isn't for a couple of months. but, never one to return quickly back to working, i poked around a bit, and found myself at the [title of show] blog.

i knew i loved these guys when i saw the show. hunter bell's brilliant use of 'motherfucker' and 'cocksucker' quickly highlighted him as a soulmate.** but this blog is above and beyond. i am in love, with all four (heck, five - i love you, too, larry the piano guy) of these people. the blog is frackin' hilarious. the use of pop-up links is brilliant. and it's inspiring, people. go make art, they tell us. create! and then look at all the cool shit that happens! and really, all three of you who read this and live in nyc and haven't seen the show already, go see it. it is freaking delightful, and totally deserves your love.


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*follow that link, and check out how they photoshopped cat cora into the picture. i'm a big fan of ms. cora, and a bigger fan of someone realizing there needed to be a female iron chef. now if the american girl doll people could have a fucking jewish doll, we'd be all set. (i'm sorry, but demographically, they needed a native american doll first? the revolutionary war doll needed another revolutionary war doll for a friend? fuckers.)

**this is a separate thing from the show being amazing - nothing about pillowman made me think martin mcdonagh was my soulmate. i mean, his lovely silver hair came close, but...

3 comments:

Wil said...

Fracking? You watch Battlestar Galactica, don't you. If not, you should! And I'm glad to see you're blogging.

Jaime said...

alas, no... i read heather havrilevsky's tv column on salon, and she uses fracking... which i guess comes from there... though i'd thought it was one of her idiosyncrasies, like addressing her readers as 'chickens' and 'veal cutlets.'

anna said...

ah ha. that's from whence this word has come. a friend just posted that a new photo on my blog was "fracking cute," and i thought of heather as well. still haven't read this week's installment of iltw...

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