Vomit smells bad
I went to see THE FARNSWORTH INVENTION* on Broadway with my sister today. It was totally one of those things where since I didn't know anything about the subject matter prior to seeing the show, I'm forming all my knowledge and opinions about the history of television based on this, i.e., Russian-American-moguls = bad; earnest-Mormon-farmers = good.
I enjoyed it immensely but it got pretty mixed reviews. Shrug. I don't think I'm a mature-enough theater-goer to know what constitutes a good play or a bad one. Especially since (I think) this was only my second actual play (normally, I see musicals). But I wonder how much of my favorable opinion of the show had to do with my awe that Hank Azaria was like three feet from me (we were front-row). I kept thinking, "Comic Book Guy is practically spitting on me!" It made me happy. Man. I'm so one of those loser non-theater-goers that only sees things when some big-name actor stars in something. (The other play was ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO's NEST, starring Gary Sinise at the time, which I saw with my 12th-grade English class. I was all, "Lieutenant Dan! It's Lieutenant Dan!" I'm sure Ken Kesey loved that.)
After the show, I went down to the bathroom, and there was a big puddle of vomit on the carpeting right outside the bathroom. There was another big puddle of vomit on the floor of the actual bathroom. And you could see a big pile of vomit in the first stall. Wow. It smelled so effing terrible. Like... TERRIBLE. Like rotting death. I almost threw up myself just from smelling it. I tried pinching my nose but then I got concerned that I was breathing vomit fumes into my mouth so I tried keeping my mouth closed, but then I couldn't breathe. It sucked.
Anyway.
I felt bad today because I assumed that Jimmi Simpson (who plays Philo Farnsworth) was gay, based on the spelling of his name**. Which is so prejudiced, but whatever, I know most people would too (not that it makes it right). So I checked Wikipedia, and he's actually married to Melanie Lynskey, the actress who played the horse-masked stepsister in EVER AFTER, aka the mother of the baby in the bar in SWEET HOME ALABAMA, aka somebody whose role I don't recall in COYOTE UGLY. And she's from New Zealand! I thought she was English this whole time... but sadly, my mistake made me feel closer to Bret and Jemaine since everyone thinks they're English in FOTC. Woo. (What a dumb story.)
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* Yeah, I'm capitalizing movie/play/TV names now. Weird. Something new I'm trying since I can't italicize on my Mac, and using quotes just made me feel dirty.
** Stewie Griffin once told a cheerleader that he bounded and gagged, "You know, Cindi, I would feel worse about this if you didn't spell your name with that insufferable 'i'!" I think that pretty much sums up my take on names that end in "i" (or even "-ie").
I enjoyed it immensely but it got pretty mixed reviews. Shrug. I don't think I'm a mature-enough theater-goer to know what constitutes a good play or a bad one. Especially since (I think) this was only my second actual play (normally, I see musicals). But I wonder how much of my favorable opinion of the show had to do with my awe that Hank Azaria was like three feet from me (we were front-row). I kept thinking, "Comic Book Guy is practically spitting on me!" It made me happy. Man. I'm so one of those loser non-theater-goers that only sees things when some big-name actor stars in something. (The other play was ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO's NEST, starring Gary Sinise at the time, which I saw with my 12th-grade English class. I was all, "Lieutenant Dan! It's Lieutenant Dan!" I'm sure Ken Kesey loved that.)
After the show, I went down to the bathroom, and there was a big puddle of vomit on the carpeting right outside the bathroom. There was another big puddle of vomit on the floor of the actual bathroom. And you could see a big pile of vomit in the first stall. Wow. It smelled so effing terrible. Like... TERRIBLE. Like rotting death. I almost threw up myself just from smelling it. I tried pinching my nose but then I got concerned that I was breathing vomit fumes into my mouth so I tried keeping my mouth closed, but then I couldn't breathe. It sucked.
Anyway.
I felt bad today because I assumed that Jimmi Simpson (who plays Philo Farnsworth) was gay, based on the spelling of his name**. Which is so prejudiced, but whatever, I know most people would too (not that it makes it right). So I checked Wikipedia, and he's actually married to Melanie Lynskey, the actress who played the horse-masked stepsister in EVER AFTER, aka the mother of the baby in the bar in SWEET HOME ALABAMA, aka somebody whose role I don't recall in COYOTE UGLY. And she's from New Zealand! I thought she was English this whole time... but sadly, my mistake made me feel closer to Bret and Jemaine since everyone thinks they're English in FOTC. Woo. (What a dumb story.)
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* Yeah, I'm capitalizing movie/play/TV names now. Weird. Something new I'm trying since I can't italicize on my Mac, and using quotes just made me feel dirty.
** Stewie Griffin once told a cheerleader that he bounded and gagged, "You know, Cindi, I would feel worse about this if you didn't spell your name with that insufferable 'i'!" I think that pretty much sums up my take on names that end in "i" (or even "-ie").
posted by Anny at 1:28 AM
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I bet you wear ironic 80's sunglasses.
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