Monthly Archives: February 2008

the kitten has discovered that toilet paper unrolls

She has also, twice this morning, mistaken my leg for a scratching post.

She’s lucky she’s so damned cute.

the page-123 meme

Guinness74 tagged me with a book meme, which says to open the nearest book at page 123, find the fifth sentence/phrase, and blog the next four sentences/phrases. I saw this meme last week on Tim’s blog. At that point, the nearest book to me was The Rejection Collection: Cartoons You Never Saw, and Never Will See, in The New Yorker and the text on page 124 (no text on page 123 — just a photo of a cartoonist) was funny stuff about the artist’s background.

Today, the nearest book is rather dramatically different: A Clockwork Orange. My son, who watched the movie several days ago, is now reading the book, so it was on the table behind me.

Page 123 comes as the doctors have completed their “treatment” of Alex for his violent, antisocial traits; they’re ready to reintroduce him to society. The four sentences are as follows:

“… At this stage, gentlemen, we introduce the subject himself. He is, as you will perceive, fit and well nourished. He comes straight from a night’s sleep and a good breakfast, undrugged, unhypnotized. Tomorrow we send him with confidence out into the world again, as decent a lad as you would meet on a May morning, inclined to the kindly word and the helpful act. …”

These sentences literally gave me chills as I typed them, knowing as I do what kind of person Alex really is, despite the “cure” inflicted on him, and remembering the things he did before this point in the story and will undoubtedly do after the book’s end.

I’ve read only part of the book. The movie is phenomenal. Horrifying. Pitch black. Bizarre. Marvelous. No other fictional character is simultaneously as cool and yet as psychotically sadistic as Alex. If you haven’t seen it, you should … but be prepared.

I despise Ralph Nader word hate is awfully strong, and I’ve never met the man, so I’ve gone with despise. But ooooooh, how I despise him.

I hold Ralph Nader personally responsible for the 8 years of Bush atrocities and incompetencies that have been visited on the United States. OK, so I also hold responsible the people who voted for him — but mainly I blame the man himself, because he knew he couldn’t win in 2000 or 2004, he knew that his campaign would mainly pull votes from the Democratic candidate, and he ran anyway.

Frankly, his leaping into the race at this point immediately makes me wonder if the Republicans are paying him. Shades of conspiracy theory, I know … but still.

I can only hope that the people who helped Ralph Nader reelect Bush 4 years ago will have more sense this time. Hello? Have you liked how things have gone in the USA since you cast that pointless, tragic vote? Do you really want anti-abortion, pro-war John McCain (and some right-wing conservative wacko VP to be named late) running the country? No? Then for goodness sake, vote Democrat!

Here’s a great quote from The Christian Science Monitor:

“What’s the definition of insanity?” says Todd Gitlin, a political analyst at Columbia University in New York. “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result?”

axe appeal and gentlemen, Guitar Hero has entered our building, and the house is rocking. The kids even let loose of the wireless guitar long enough for me to try Heart‘s classic “Barracuda.”

Too fun. 😀

food for a political junkie

Hi. My name is Tiffany, and I’m a political junkie.

I woke up much earlier than usual this morning just so I could check ReaclClearPolitics and listen to NPR for the Super Tuesday results. We intended to watch results on TV last night, but the storms in our area instead caused the local stations to feature All Weather, All the Time (or, as I like to call it, Dueling Weathermen). That’s right, we don’t have cable, so we couldn’t switch to CNN.

I’m delighted by Obama’s showing yesterday; that the race remains so close; that so many states’ primaries will figure into the equation this year; and that my vote in May will apparently actually count for something!

It’s a fun election season for those of us who can’t get enough vote tallies and exit-poll data.

“Sordid Lives” review

From the Louisville Courier-Journal (online today; it will be in the printed paper tomorrow), a very nice review of our play. My part is in bold. 🙂

Theater Review: ‘Sordid Lives’

By Charles Whaley
Special to The Courier-Journal

Gee, it’s great to have those garrulous, quirky Southern family members from “Sordid Lives,” the rowdy yet strangely affecting “black comedy about white trash” by Del Shores, back onstage here.

Louisville Repertory Company had a runaway success with this endearingly dysfunctional clan in 2004, bringing the show back two weeks after closing because of popular demand.

Three generations of Grandma Peggy’s outlandish family and assorted peculiar friends are brought together after she dies in a cheap motel room, having tripped over the detached wooden legs of her best friend’s husband, G.W. Nethercott (Ken Parsons), with whom she was shacked up.

Her two daughters — uptight Latrelle (well played by Amy S. Lewis) and gaudy LaVonda (a very funny Alice Ryan Chiles) — argue over whether Mama should be buried with her mink stole in such hot weather.

Sissy Hickey, Mama’s sister (solidly portrayed by Janice Walter), is having nicotine fits as she stings herself with rubber bands to try to stop smoking amid all the stress.

Ty Williamson, Latrelle’s gay actor son (Todd Zeigler) reluctantly returns to the Texas town where he never felt free to be who he is, as Zeigler tells us in touching monologues.

And then, introduced in Act Two, is Sissy and Peggy’s transvestite brother Earl “Brother Boy” Ingram (Darren McGee) who has been in the state lunatic asylum for 23 years. He was sent there after his best friend Wardell Owens (Jim Jeffries), who beat him up, found out that he was in love with him. Wardell rectifies this before play’s end.

McGee is sensational as the sweet-natured, heartbreakingly simple Brother Boy, who identifies with Tammy Wynette and other female country singers. He fails miserably in being “de-homosexualized” even after 68 treatments by Dr. Eve Bollinger (the excellent Michelle Chalmers).

Balladeer Bitsy Mae Harling (Tiffany Taylor) strums a guitar and sings beautifully as she strolls through scenes in the part played by Olivia Newton-John in the 2001 cult film. “Ain’t it a bitch, sorting out our sordid lives?” she croons.

McGee and Chiles are the only two repeating their roles from 2004, and they’re faultless. The show, directed by Bill Breuer, needs a first act that moves faster. But with Brother Boy’s appearance and his set-to with Dr. Eve the second act picks up speed that propels things to a fine finish.

opening night

I just got home from the opening-night performance of the play I’m in (Sordid Lives). My dress rehearsal was godawful, so I’m vastly relieved to say that my personal performance tonight went very well, as did the entire show.

Our venue is a black-box theatre at the Kentucky Center for the Arts — a flexible, intimate space with the audience on three sides. The maximum number of seats is about 100, and tonight we had about 40 people there (an excellent crowd for a Thursday-night opening with a forecast of freezing rain and possibly snow). The audience was excellent, laughing early and often. And the Courier-Journal sent a reviewer; we’ll see what he/she says on Saturday.

If you’re nearby and have $15 to spend on a funny, R-rated 2-1/2 hours of entertainment that also carries a message of love and tolerance, come by and see us from now until Feb. 10!