This is my last chance to be bored. Today I signed up for the knitting club, College Democrats, and College Bowl. Because knitting is cool, I'll declare a party affiliation for the sake of getting Bush v2.0 out of the White House, and trivia is lots of geeky fun. I also applied for a job at the main library. And I'm probably going to register for two more courses and a phys ed class of some kind.
So...this is my last chance to be bored. Tomorrow I start shopping for classes, doing errands, practicing piano...tomorrow I start school. For 8 months. Augh. I'm tired just thinking about it. Or maybe it's this heat.
I'm bored.
You know something's wrong when Allen Iverson, perpetual punk, criticizes his fellow NBA players who passed up the chance to go to Athens. He's right, of course- players should be proud to represent their country, not reluctant because it takes away from their offseason. There are some things that are larger than any one person's interests. But I guess telling that to a bunch of guys who have been coddled and told how wonderful they are since high school is an excercise in futility.
What I really would have liked, though, is if Iverson had yelled at David Stern and company for picking such an unbalanced, poorly planned team just for the sake of selling more jerseys. It's the height of arrogance to assume that picking the guys with the biggest names will guaruantee a U.S. win. It isn't 1992 anymore. But I guess the NBA doesn't care, as long as the money keeps rolling in. Blech.
In other news, I promise I'll catch up on other entries soon. Caroline is about to close, and Frozen already has, so I won't feel too bad posting some spoilers about them. And I have one more day before classes start, so I might as well spend it semi-productively. :)
In the name of art, independence, and $15 tickets, I'm going to see 3 shows at the Fringe Festival, which is currently going on all over downtown New York. The most famous recent product of the festival is Urinetown, which went on to a successful Broadway run that only ended when its theater was demolished. (Sad story, ain't it? But at least it's touring now.)
So in the spirit of a musical about a world in which people must pay for the privilege to pee, these are the shows I'm watching:
The Passion of George W. Bush, a self-described "musical journey to the spiritual center of our beloved President." Given that the site provided a link to Bush or Chimp?, I suspect that this is my kind of show.
Andru's Head, an "indie rock musical about a disembodied head who hosts a public access children's show which is co-opted by a mad corporate baddie."
Le Comedie du Bicyclette, a musical about "an American whose bike breaks down in a French village, where he encounters rude repairmen, disturbing puppets, tourists from Holland and Texas, unsettling cabaret performers, and the god of bicycles."
I've heard good things about Andru and Bicyclette, and I took Passion purely on the basis of its title. But that meant I had to pass up such gems as Believe in Me: A Bigfoot Musical, which was sold out; Infertility: The Musical That's Hard to Conceive; and Young Zombies in Love. Not to mention a sock puppet version of Showgirls.
Of course, there's more serious fare, as well, from opera to beat poetry. With 200 shows, there's something for everyone.
So...anyone want to watch Dog Sees God with me? It's a strange take on what the Peanuts would be like if they grew up, and purportedly really good.
Anyone?
Anyone?
Man, I'm just hopelessly weird, aren't I?
Due to circumstances that were very much out of my control, I've probably lost my AIM screen name. The one I've had for almost 9 years now. Lost along with it is my buddy list.
In case you were wondering, yes, I hate my life. I'm trying to work out some kind of solution with AOL Customer Support, but if that doesn't happen I'm going to have to start over, obviously. If I do, I won't announce my new name here, but I will announce that I'm doing it, so if you get an IM from a stranger saying it's me...it's me.
Yes, indeed. Life sucks for me. Though admittedly, not as much as it sucks for former Governor McGreevey, for whom I wish all the best.
What I'm listening to today: My Fair Lady (OBC), with Julie Andrews and Rex Harrison
Why isn't Garden State playing by me? I don't exactly live in Podunksville. Come on, movie distributor people! I've been looking forward to this movie ever since I saw J.D.- er, Zach Braff- in the trailer.
Oh, well. If it doesn't come by this weekend I guess I'll have to watch Tom Cruise with gray hair killing people.
By the way, for anyone who's interested (and I guess that's just Kate), The Manchurian Candidate is pretty good, but not in the same league as the original. For someone with the maternal warmth to play Mrs. Potts, Angela Lansbury does an awfully good job of acting like the mother from hell in the latter picture.
And there's no way I'm watching Little Black Book without significant financial compensation. A woman decides to look through her boyfriend's PDA and check out all his ex-girlfriends? What a cute romantic comedy notion- if you happen to be psychotic.
What I'm listening to today: A Little Night Music (OBC), by Stephen Sondheim
In what must be wonderful news for the arms of Mariano Rivera, Tom Gordon, and Paul Quantrill, the Yankees' last four starters- John Lieber, Kevin Brown, Javier Vazquez, and the seemingly immortal Orlando Hernandez- have each worked for eight innings before ceding to the bullpen.
Oh, and the Yankees won all four of those games, too, which is always a plus. They're currently 10.5 games ahead of the Red Sox, which is a bigger plus. And Boston is currently tied with Anaheim and Texas for the wild card. Not that I'm gloating or anything.
Okay, maybe a little. :)
In other news, I've been very bad about putting up show reviews lately. The reviews for Assassins and Chicago will be up and backdated soon, with links so no digging through the archives will be required.
What I'm listening to today: Let Yourself Go, by Kristin Chenoweth
A little note on today's Yankees game from the San Francisco Chronicle: