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clauclauclaudia and I went to see The Goat: or, Who Is Sylvia? in a production with dpolicar playing the main character (who is not a goat). That was a whole lot of savage Albee-style turning of the screws. One of the scenes Just Kept Going, with near-continual ratcheting up of the stress and intensity with occasional punctuations of things breaking. The cast was great -- the woman playing Dave's character's wife (who is also not a goat) was outstanding, and Dave was great as someone who has had a staggering epiphany and is trying to assimilate this break with the rest of his world. Crazy people generally don't think they're going crazy. They think they're going *sane*, and Dave totally captured that mood. Which makes me think of Crumb's 'The Religious Experience of Philip K Dick'. But I digress. It also kept making me think of the movie Zoo, which I saw a few years ago, about the zoophiles who hung out in Enumclaw and the guy who died out there in a horse-sex-related accident.
On the less enjoyable front, I am guessing that something I ate yesterday *really* disagreed with me. Partway thru "The Goat", I started feeling a bit crampy. By the time I got home, I was distinctly uncomfortable. I was hoping it was just inexplicable gas pains, but it's also possible that I had a touch of food poisoning. I didn't actually vomit, but I spent most of the night being really uncomfortable. Claudia was a wonderful caretaker, however, which made things somewhat better. By the time I woke up for good this morning (which involvedkjc007 being in the unusual position of being the alert coherent one in a morning phone call between us), I was feeling stable and generally okay. I've had a bowl of cheerios and a cup of tea as well as a bunch of water and all systems appear to be functioning within nominal parameters.
clauclauclaudia and I went to see The Goat: or, Who Is Sylvia? in a production with dpolicar playing the main character (who is not a goat). That was a whole lot of savage Albee-style turning of the screws. One of the scenes Just Kept Going, with near-continual ratcheting up of the stress and intensity with occasional punctuations of things breaking. The cast was great -- the woman playing Dave's character's wife (who is also not a goat) was outstanding, and Dave was great as someone who has had a staggering epiphany and is trying to assimilate this break with the rest of his world. Crazy people generally don't think they're going crazy. They think they're going *sane*, and Dave totally captured that mood. Which makes me think of Crumb's 'The Religious Experience of Philip K Dick'. But I digress. It also kept making me think of the movie Zoo, which I saw a few years ago, about the zoophiles who hung out in Enumclaw and the guy who died out there in a horse-sex-related accident.On the less enjoyable front, I am guessing that something I ate yesterday *really* disagreed with me. Partway thru "The Goat", I started feeling a bit crampy. By the time I got home, I was distinctly uncomfortable. I was hoping it was just inexplicable gas pains, but it's also possible that I had a touch of food poisoning. I didn't actually vomit, but I spent most of the night being really uncomfortable. Claudia was a wonderful caretaker, however, which made things somewhat better. By the time I woke up for good this morning (which involved
kjc007 being in the unusual position of being the alert coherent one in a morning phone call between us), I was feeling stable and generally okay. I've had a bowl of cheerios and a cup of tea as well as a bunch of water and all systems appear to be functioning within nominal parameters.
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Sorry you had an ick--hope it's all gone!
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ETA: Aha! It looks like you're talking about Sylvia (http://theater.nytimes.com/mem/theater/treview.html?res=990CEFD9103FF937A15756C0A963958260) which is a different show. And, uh, kinda fucked up right there.
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Synchronicity...... Kim and I went to see Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (http://www.steppenwolf.org/boxoffice/productions/index.aspx?id=504) last night.
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Sorry to had the ick, and I hope it's gone!
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BTW, this is the (tasteless) tag I was reminded of last night. It's NSFmostW, but perhaps you can see why it came to mind.
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Really only because I'd slept for 2 days & just happened to have my awake cycle sync up with the morning.
But still... it was amusing after I got over the mortification of having woken you.