Thursday, July 31, 2008

Just musing, but...

...does anyone else think that the Blackhawks haven't made a wrong move since Rocky Wirtz took over? It's amazing (and more than a little ghoulish to say, I'll admit) that it took the death of his father, who apparently had either no enthusiasm or no idea how to run this arm of his empire, to turn the tide. But the proof of the pudding would appear to be in the eating. Getting John McDonough from the Cubs, welcoming the greats of my childhood back (and they were gone why in the first place, Bill?) into the Hawks family, putting every motherfucking game on TV, splashing for real free agents, the Winter Classic at Wrigley, and now he hires FORMER RED WINGS COACH (and the winningest ever, by the way) Scotty Bowman to a senior ops position. Yeahhh. The McCain campaign might look into the Hawks' front office for an idea on how to do things. But, since it's the McCain campaign, they'd almost certainly manage to find documents and strategies from the Blackhawks, circa 2004. The Blackhawks of today certainly wouldn't vote for the Blackhawks of 2004.

...speaking of McCain, I have to agree with Wonkette from earlier this week: Wouldn't their campaign in general, and their media strategy in particular, have more credence if every fucking thing they did wasn't totally in response to something the Obama campaign did first and better?

...I think that I will never get an acting job again. Of course I'm over-dramatizing the situation, but this is the first time I've been without a show since last August. Marrone. I guess going from Mid-Life from Aug-Nov, to A City Lit Xmas, Nov-Dec, 1776 from Jan-Mar, the Mid-Life show again for three weeks in March, into Fiorello! from March to July 20 is pretty busy. Everyone seems to be saying 'Well, I bet you're enjoying some free time!' Truth is, I literally don't know what to do with myself most of the time. Which proves to me, if to nobody else, that this is all I want to do. That I'm a creature of theatre. Blah blah, but it's my blog blog. Seriously, though. If I don't get another gig soon, and by soon I mean in a short period of time, I may implode all over the cat. And nobody wants that. Least of all him.

...won't it be great on Broadway for the next ten years, when 24 of every 25 new musicals is an adaptation of a movie? And how creatively bankrupt and scared is the New York producing community (and their tour-booking national arms as well) that the majority of those movies have some name-brand recognition but in a sane economy wouldn't make good musicals to begin with?

Friday, July 04, 2008

One More Asshole in Heaven

(with apologies to Tim Rice)

And no apologies, at all, to the memory of Jesse Helms, the now-thank-God-he's-DEAD former senator and all-time fuck-knuckle from North Carolina.

Yeah, it's one of those posts. I'll keep it short, because time sepnt writing about Jesse Helms (R-Acist) is time better spent masturbating or playing with my cat or telling you to go see Woody Guthrie's American Song at Victory Gardens Theatre Greenhouse. Go.

Helms was a conservative Republican in every sense of the word. Bully for him. I have no problem with conservatives or Republicans, because politics stops at the water's edge and our differences make us who and what we are and blah blah blah. Helms was that extra-special right-winger, the kind who hated blacks, and gays, and furriners, and was put by Newt Fucking Gingrich into a position where he caould do someething about all that shit, as Chair of the Senate Foreign relations Committee. As a committee Chair and a senior Senator he wielded a lot of foreign and domestic power so much got done or not done on his say-so. I'll leave it to better bloggers to give you a laundry list of his accomplishments (but my guess is his laundry list would normally read something like "Pick up sheets from dry cleaning. Wear to meeting tonight."). Suffice to say that President Fuckhead gave exactly the kind of condolence speech you'd think he would, with the kicker being that bullshit line about Helms running for election into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Aw helllls naw, motherfucker. See, Heaven is a place where I want my Dad to go. And his wife. And my Mom, if she's down. And the rest of my family. And all those I love for whom faith matters. Not for assholes like Helms.

Get that last part? Not for assholes like Jesse Helms. Not for the likes of the kind of dickhead who once cornered Carol Moseley Braun on an elevator and told Orrin Hatch he was going to make her cry by singing 'Dixie' to her. (To which she reportedly fired back, "You'd make me cry no matter what you sang, Senator." Hells yeah!) That whole thing about speaking ill of the dead, and respect and all that?

GWTW, my friends. Jesse Helms reaps what he sowed. Let the brickbats fly.