February 2011
70 posts
I was going to forego auditions for The Three Musketeers tonight, but a friend encouraged me to go, and I got an email from someone else saying they were desperate-ish. So I may be buckling some swash in the future.
January 2011
76 posts
The ELECAM. →
The Elephant Sancutary in Hohenwald, TN doesn’t allow the public to visit (unless you give a hijillion dollars to them, because Elephants are cool around rich people, hence their willingness to license their image to the Republicans), but they do have a functioning Elecam for the rest of us. It doesn’t work here (I blame IE6), but I’m assuming it’s like a puppycam, only...
There's a NisMo Gran Turismo 5 Edition matte-gray...
Taking photos of it is against company policy, but it’s sweet.
If tumblr is randomly leaving posts off the...
it’s gonna leave some really nice easter eggs for full-blown stalkers to find on fancycwabs.com.
(I was wondering why some things only got the love of robots and people who follow me via rss feeds)
I got the horse right here
unicornery:
The name is Paul Revere And here’s a guy that says If the weather’s clear Can do, can do This guy says the horse can do If he says the horse can do, can do, can do.
I’m pickin’ Valentine,
‘Cause on the morning line
A guy has got him figured
At five to nine
Has chance, has chance,
This guy says the horse has chance
If he says the horse has chance, has chance,...
Grr.
Apparently as of this morning there’s no way to post a link or edit html within a text post. Don’t know if it’s tumblr acting screwy, the cursèd IE6 they force me to use at work, or the universe telling me I don’t need to post the thing I wanted to post.
Hey Tumblr,
How come you never randomly add followers for me? Someone might read something they like and fortuitously decide to offer me a book deal, or perhaps a beer.
I'm going to New Orleans this weekend,
and my excitement about seeing the city I once called home for the first time in over five years (since before Katrina) and love unconditionally is mitigated somewhat by knowing that the public transit card is called a “Jazzy Pass.”
Practical Christianity
I’ve been a practicing Christian since the day I was born (probably—my dad was the music minister and my mom was the pianist1), and a professed Christian since probably age 6 or 7, but I don’t regularly attend church, in spite of the fact that I take comfort in the rituals and routine of a church service. I’m not even certain that God exists.
Yet, in spite of my doubts...
Jazzfest:
Like Coachella, but with po-boys.
Anyone else getting Spam Likes? I’ll take what love I can get, I guess.
Dear Amazon and/or UPS:
Why the FUCK do you suddenly need a signature for a $10 item? You’ve dropped off BICYCLES ON MY FRONT PORCH IN A SKETCHY NEIGHBORHOOD without a signature.
Suddenly wondering what he’s paying $80 for,
Fancycwabs.
Lollygaggers
Yesterday afternoon on the way home from work I had a flash of inspiration for Bull Durham: The Musical featuring the big production number “Lollygaggers!” to close Act I. Unfortunately, every time I tried singing the song in my head (you already know the lyrics), it came out as an aria, so I put it on the pile of “great concepts, unrealized,” and posted pictures of myself instead.
One day I’ll...
It was either “Jump, You Fucker,” or...
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On loneliness
Sometime next weekend I’m planning on going to see my daughter, who’s in the chorus of a local production of Hairspray. When I texted her to let her know that I was coming, she sent a note back warning me that my ex-wife and the person for whom she left me would be attending sometime Saturday. I don’t know if that’s a warning for my potential to get hurt, or that I ought to...
You know that scene in Richard II where...
That’s Bring It On: The Musical.
My sister (who made props for the show and can get you discounted tickets) and I were in the first ever audience for the show last night—opening had been delayed because of snow in Atlanta, so what was supposed to be the first preview performance ended up being the invited dress.
It doesn’t follow the plot of the movie at all, which is delightfully refreshing in...
Two spaces after a period: Why you should never,... →
Wait, I’m supposed to not use two spaces after a period because a typographer says not to do it? Oh no! I might upset the typographers!
Being a typographer is like being a comic book or Star Wars nerd, only without any substantive source material you supplant your love of your subject with obnoxious pedantry about how everyone else is doing it wrong. I might start using three spaces from...
