Laugh, damn you!

Found this Evelyn Waugh insight:

“We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, 

but for ours to amuse them.”


Wow. So true.

Dirty Rabbits & Creepy Gnomes

Lots of transitions.

Well, Glass Menagerie has closed. The rig will sit there for a week while we finish things next door on Getting Near to Baby, but next week it all comes down. Theatre: the ephemeral art.



Overall, a pretty good experience for me. I hope I can get Dennis Parichy, who's designing Baby, to chat with me about it a bit next week, if tech and previews are nicely lazy for us.

The aforementioned Baby opens on Friday, so we've a week of previews and final tech rehearsals ahead. The show features a bunch of these garden gnomes. When you spend too much time around these, they begin to get to you.

Lastly, this popped up on my Facebook:

Sure, it's just spam. And it's trying to tie in with the elusive Easter Bunny. And maybe it's just my own filthy mind. But...
The whole "Dangle Your Own Carrot" thing calls up some naughty ideas.

Around two weeks back I made a comment on Rob's Blog.
Turned out to be prescient. Thus:


Damn, I laughed when I read that.

I'm not sure, but this may well be my favorite moment in Countdown.

She's Donna Troy, bitch.
Donna. Troy.

Bureau of Missing Gregs

I'm in tech this week.

'Nuf said.

Carrying a Torchwood

Last night I watched the final episode of the first series of the BBC's Torchwood. It's more or less a spin-off of the new series of Doctor Who. Add a little X-Files, pour into a classic team-show structure, stir and season to taste.

It doesn't ever function on the mythic level that the new Doctor Who sometimes reaches, but Torchwood certainly found its stride quickly. Considering that a full series on the BBC usually consists of 13 episodes, one had best find one's footing rather immediately.

The DVDs for Series 1 are on Netflix. Worth a look.

Spring?

Yesterday the temperature outside was warmer than the heat setting at which I keep the house thermostat. Only be a few degrees, mind. But still.

Of course, I keep the house at 62° in the winter months.