A Few Parting Shots
Final pictures from “backstage.” No, that’s actually a utility closet.
“The Pee Protectors”
“The Powers That Pee”
“Two (Lovely) Ladies”
“Getting a Leg Up on the Rebellion”
A Eulogy for Urinetown
It shall forever live in the hearts and minds of those who created it and those who came to watch it. It was a strange little show, full of quirks and its own special problems. But the only problem the family of cast members faced as the audience applauded their bows for the last time was when they would see each other next: for some it would be later that week, perhaps for others it would be never again.
In the end it matters not if the show was good or great: those of us in it loved it for what it was.
Osophy on Action, Words Of
To me actions speak louder than words; perhaps that’s why I’m so quiet.
On the Ethos of Postmasters
Does running your own mail server make you an email addict or does being an email addict lead to running your own mail server?
After careful consideration I believe I fall into the former. Note I’ve stopped hyphenating the word e-mail (for the most part). I seem to be proud of the fact that I’m running a mailserver and I can tell you the version numbers of the software that runs it. I’d really love to geek out here and describe the setup but I feel that doing so may push me farther out into the realm of inaccessibility.
Urinetown Photos
Here are some photos taken with Robert’s camera.
Here’re a few of the cast members posing for an impromptu photo.
Cladwell and his bunny slippers
Warmups(?)
Nap time (names not included to protect the shameless)
Another backstage photo
Picking Personals Photos
Ladies, when picking photos to post on your personals profiles (Match.com), try to choose pictures where the friends you’re standing with aren’t cuter than you. Just a suggestion. 🙂
A MySpace Bulletin: “Just Suck It Up and Fix It”
I thought I would save this from electronic oblivion. It’s a bulletin I wrote for my friends.
You know what, folks, I’m just gonna say it. Honesty hurts sometimes but y’all need to hear it. I think you all are great, but some of you just need to fix your damn profile pages. I can’t read any of them. The designs are horrible. White text on a white background? Gimme a friggin’ break! Now I’m not saying you have to go to design school, but just step back for a minute and look at your pages objectively.
MySpace spam: no way to know now
I just got three MySpace spams in the course of three minutes. What fun.
I would so much prefer MySpace to actually forward/redirect their messages to my e-mail address. Then I could filter it for spam myself based on the content/sender. But as it stands now, MySpace only sends you a notification of new messages and you have to log in to their blasted website to read the message. So my options are limited: 1) deal with the dumb notifications or 2) turn off notifications entirely, which I prefer not to do.