|We'll have to do this again in 50...|
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
|Dawg days indeed|
So, I turn 50. Feels like 49 only later. I had a lot of well-wishers online and off, got a nice card, an electric razor from Becky and I generally had a mellow time here at home. I don't have that Middle-Aged Blues I heard about, just same ol', same ol'. Becky says we'll do up a party right after the show finishes it's run (around first of May). Until then, time for some drinks after the show.
One gift I got is a copy of Not Just The Best Of The Larry Sanders Show, a 4-disc DVD set with 23 of the best shows along with lots of extras. Great set. I love this show but as I've been working my way through it, I'm getting this sense of sorrow. See, I love the satire of talk-shows and the entertainment business in general, but, as I'm going through the last few, it just kinda pains me to see this whole show get torn down by a bunch of network weasels with their own agendas. Yeah, I know it's reflecting the reality of it and yeah, I know it's just a show but I've come to care about the characters (flaws and all) and about the show itself. I guess that's a testament to Gary Shandling and all the other creative writers, actors and others who worked on it. It's just a show but the end is starting to feel like The Fall of The Roman Empire.
I may have to sell it after I'm done because it's just too much. Bravo to Gary and everyone else, but I don't think I can watch this again. So long Larry, Hank, Artie and all the rest. You're best as a memory, one of better times. One that I'll never forget.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
|No blubbering here|
Anyway, there was an emergency town meeting to decide what to do with the blue whale that beached itself and promptly died last week right in front of the shallow end of the beach. So they weren't overrun by newspeople and enviromentalists, the mayor had Hal Scrupio, town treasurer and owner of the Rumson Beach Gravel Company throw a couple tons of sand on top of it. Woulda been okay if local artist and sand sculptor Perry Funnel hadn't gotten "inspired" and sculpted it into the shape of a dead blue whale. That and the smell. Next thing you know they were hearing on the news about some kind of giant skunk stinking up PCH.
Ross Plunkett, who captains the live-bait boat Chum-Chum Cheree offered to haul it out to open water using his bilge pump as sort of a suction device, but before anyone could consider the merits of that move, the damn thing exploded. It happened at the Annual Chum Festival and Weenie Roast and, according to Dence, he was just finishing up cooking the last batch of Dense Dogs when there was a huge explosion and next thing it was raining whale parts. After convincing Ol' Ben Farragut it wasn't one of the Seven Plagues, Dence ran over to investigate. Seems that Frank Sawtelle and Gull Buckett got potted and decided to play Captain Ahab with a lit kelbasa on a skewer, which ignited the built-up methane inside the big guy.
No serious injuries,but three people were treated for blubber. Ross towed the rest of it out to sea the next morning, freeing Willy for good. Dence commemorated the incident by introducing the new Whale O' A Dog (It Expoldes With Flavor!). Consists of a kelbasa covered with hash, with a lit spear in the middle. Yummy.
Monday, April 09, 2007
|I want YOU to go get me some of those |
Cadbury chocolate eggs!
This Thursday (the 12th), The Odd Couple opens at the Jewel Box Theatre, to mostly sold-out crowds. No pressure, right? To tell you the truth, not really, as we got a crackerjack cast who are pumped and ready to go. Of course, this doesn't mean there won't be butts in seats before opening night. Tonight, for instance, we have the GEM Awards (Jewel Box's Tonys) Nominating Committee watching and the next two nights we got the Shriners at the show. The director tells me Shriners are great audiences and always bring good food, but I hope they don't drive around in tiny cars in front of the box office before the show...
For me, the best part is, during the run I turn 50. Hence the laptop (early present). Who needs a pony?