Define "a Life"...

... still searching for a clear definition of that thing people keep telling me I need to get...

Location: Springfield, PA

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Suffer the Children

Found out today that one of the new plays we'd commissioned for this season has been cut from the schedule because it wasn't finished by deadline. We're talking a first full draft deadline here, not a final version deadline, so I can easily see pulling the plug.

It was to be in the second half of the season, and they've already chosen a replacement show. Rights are being secured.

The show we pulled is Walk Together, Children. So while this means that I'll lose the "Hang Children" and "Strike Children" events from my calendar, I do get to talk about how we cut Children.

I find humor in such twisted ways.


Okay, the Burger King advertising department is seriously warped.

Try it. You'll like it.

Although I can't help thinking of the battling mascot chicken from Family Guy...

Friday, September 22, 2006

Where's Jason?

I'd be curious to see this documentary, particularly after the glimpses I've had of the rhetoric the conservative christian right uses within its own ranks.

I also find it interesting that the camp is in Devil's Lake, North Dakota.

Sometimes irony is all that gets me through the day.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

What the fu...?

take a click:

Andy's right. Listen to the ads.

And, while you're at it, note the "typos" on that page. Come on, people. If you can't proof your site, do you seriously think I'm going to believe anything you say?

Of course, I wouldn't believe what they're saying anyway. Hell, I can hardly believe they're saying it.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Tunnel

I'm in tech. Oh, God, am I in tech.

Long days getting Moliere's The Imaginary Invalid on its feet, as it were. When one part of the production department gets behind, we all do to some extent; set construction has been behind, so we're playing a hurry-up-and-wait routine with things we can't do until they've caught up. I keep moving the same stuff forward from one day to the next on my To Do list.


On the bright side, as I sit at the lightboard I get to hear actors deliver lines like, "You dare spurn my enema!"

Can I love my job at the same time I hate it?