Friday, March 18, 2005

Wonder Woman is the most iconic female heroine of our time, but in a way, no one has met her yet. What I love most about icons is finding out what's behind them, exploring the price of their power. ...there is a woman behind the legend who is very fascinating, very uncompromising, and in her own way, almost vulnerable. She's someone who doesn't belong in this world, and since everyone I know feels that way about themselves, the character clicked for me.

The above quote is from Joss Whedon, the creative mensch behind Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, and Firefly. He has just signed to write and direct a Wonder Woman feature film.

The creator of Buffy Summers bringing Princess Diana of Themyscira to life. I can't think of a better combination.

Posted @ 4:33 PM

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Monday, March 14, 2005

Several years in the making, Eric Idle's Spamalot, the musical version of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, is nearly upon us.

While this is great news in and of itself, there's the potential for something even greater to come out of this. The other surviving members of the troupe - John Cleese, Michael Palin, Terry Jones and Terry Gilliam - all will be joining Idle on Thursday when the play has its official Broadway opening. And there's talk this reunion might just spawn a new Python project.

Usually I'm not in favor of these kinds of reunions, but we're talking about Monty Python here. If anybody can reunite and live up to their glory days, it's these guys.

Start the prayer circles now.

Posted @ 4:35 PM

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Friday, March 11, 2005

Sign of how very, very busy I've been the last couple of months: I just took down my outside Christmas lights. The inside decorations have been put away for some time, but the outside ones have remained, hanging but unlit, all this time.

When I think of how many years I've berated those who leave their lights up too long...

I have become what I have ridiculed, and I am filled with shame.



Okay. I'm past it. Onward and upward.

Posted @ 3:16 PM

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Thursday, March 10, 2005

John Madden, Cameron Diaz and I are all quite happy today. Why, pray tell? Because Brett Favre will be back for his 15th NFL season next year.

Yeah, I know it's time for baseball and I am checking out spring training reports for both the Cubs and the Nats, but if my usual pattern holds I'll lose interest in that by mid-April. Football, on the other hand, I'm always ready for.

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I don't think I've mentioned it here up to this point, but I'm opening in another show tomorrow night. It's The Secret Garden at Prince George's Little Theater.

Tonight's final dress, and we've been going full tilt all week. I'm pretty tired, and I cannot wait to fall into bed tonight. And, as luck would have it, tomorrow's my Friday off, so I get to sleep in. Bliss, I tell you.

Posted @ 5:31 PM

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Friday, March 04, 2005

Happy 168th birthday, Chicago! You don't look a day over 150!

Posted @ 6:01 PM

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It's been a long week, and you need to unwind with some real headbanging music. Well, if you're looking for headbangers, who better to go to than guys with browridges?

My friends, meet Stovokor, perpetrators of Klingon heavy metal.

Klingon. Heavy. Metal.

There's just nothing I can add to that. Experience them for yourselves.

(Unashamedly swiped from John Scalzi - hey, it's been months since I stole anything from him.)

Posted @ 4:50 PM

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Thursday, March 03, 2005

Chalk up another dubious accomplishment for Steve Fossett, who completed his 67 hour non-stop flight around the world in a custom-made jet today. You'll remember Fossett as the clown who did the same thing in a hot air balloon three years ago.

I can only echo my sentiments from that time - this is history in the most shallow sense of the word, and I find myself completely underwhelmed by this rich boy playing with his toy and wanting applause for it.

Here's hoping Fossett has this bug completely out of his system now and that we'll never have to hear of him again.

Posted @ 4:18 PM

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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

We've reached that point of the season again. The point where I give up all pretense of retaining any of my Chicago street cred and say that I'm officially sick of winter.

I'm in DC. It's not unheard of for us to get temps in the mid fifties by early March. Yet here we are barely reaching the low forties, and it's windy to boot.

I've been so cold, for so long. I want to feel warmth again.

I'm a weather wimp. I can live with that. Just bring on spring already!

Posted @ 11:11 PM

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Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Mustard. I'm a fan. Have been for years. When I'm at Nathan's or Frank 'n Stein, people ask me if I'd like hot dog with my mustard. Brown, yellow, dijon, wasabi, I love mustard in all its forms.

Not right now, though. I just got some spam (mmmmmm... mustard on spam) with the rather odd randomized subject line "want your beauty back mustard," and somehow my trivia-addled brain has married that phrase up with the damn Chili's baby back ribs jingle. It's earworming me something fierce, and even my all-purpose earworm roto-rooter "Yellow Submarine" isn't clearing it out.

Out, out damn mustard!

Posted @ 1:27 PM

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