I know it’s completely ridiculous of me to even be bothered by this, but. It drives me crazy when The New York Times allows Ben Brantley to refer to “theater chat rooms” in a review. Ben Brantley is not hanging out in “chat rooms.” Ben Brantley is reading message boards, or probably more specifically, he’s reading a Michael Riedel column that references message board messages. Regardless. Chat rooms and message boards are not the same, and I know it’s not 1994 anymore so surely we should know the difference at this point, right?
I mean the other thing is that I am completely sick of reading theater reviews that wink-wink refer to online scuttlebutt, making it sound like EVERYWHERE ON THE INTERNET, THE TONGUES, THEY WERE A’WAGGIN. Look, people. There are maybe two theater message boards of note. And two is generous. Really, there’s just one, and it’s this one, and it’s a teeming froth of bitter gossip, arguments about whether or not actors are unprofessional louts who are just faking sick when they miss performances, and questions about running times. Posts aren’t archived, so people can be mean as they want and it’ll fall off the board in just a few days. I love it just a scootch more than I hate it, and I read it frequently, all the time with an expression on my face that goes: UGH OH GOD UGH WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE ARRRRRRGH, but secretly, I crave their understudy rumors! Oh, I do!
But the point is, Internet message boards are not journalism, nor are they even the popular opinion. They’re a temporary home for the opinions of folks who care too much and who see too much and who talk too much. They should be skimmed discerningly and used as valid discussion points only once all conversationalists have ingested several beers. Lending them this kind of legitimacy kinda sorta makes me want to put a pike through my eye. It’s like all of a sudden, theater reviewing is akin to writing a society column in a turn-of-the-century newspaper. Oooooooooh Sir Mr. Puffinwhollop was overhead to be cavorting a gavotte in the toilette at this past Saturday’s charity ball oooooooooooooooh
(FURTHERMORE, NEW YORK TIMES, WHO WAS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR MATTHEW BRODERICK “MA[KING] HEADLINES [PRINTED ON PAGE A1, YOU GUYS. A1. A THEATER PUFF PIECE ON PAGE A1 AND IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE?]” OVER NOT KNOWING HIS LINES? EH WHO KNOWS!!!)
EXCLUSIVE On the set of Mad Men season 4: the gang relocates to Boston and becomes Sterling-Damon
Unable to resist. Favorite actors in a movie based on a Philip K. Dick story. Wonderment too high. Reblog necessary.
(You can see I was really affected by this because I lapsed into that nerd-robot-speak.)
How I feel about these photos is, I am guessing, about how $140 million dollars worth of people felt about New Moon last weekend.
Also this gave me cause to take a look at John Slattery’s IMDb listing, which brings me to a very important point: HOW DID NO ONE TELL ME THAT HE IS GOING TO BE IN THE IRON MAN SEQUEL? COME ON.
Can You Donate to Youngblood? Bowling-As-Fundraiser Set for Nov. 23 « Clyde Fitch Report -
TOMORROW I BECOME A PROFESSIONAL BOWLER.
As in, tomorrow I bowl in a Bowl-a-Thon, for pledges, which means I’m getting money to bowl, which mean’s I’m professional, right? FINALLY!
I will be hording all of this money and buying myself all the Doctor Who DVDs in the world!!!!! Just kidding. The money will go to Youngblood, the bestest playwrights collective I’ve ever been a part of. With the money we will rebuild a theater space and then invite you to see plays in said space. Some of them will even be mine. Excited yet?
So, you know. If you’re feeling like you want in on this pledge drive situation, email the hell out of me (meghanagain at gmail). It’s a legit nonprofit situation so you can even write it off, Mr. Moneybags. And those of you unable to pledge financially are welcome to pledge in love.
OK, Tumblr. Appreciate your time. Here’s a video that probably describes exactly how you feel about me now that I’ve hit you up for money. But joke’s on you ‘cause that song won’t be out of your head for weeks. Guarantee.
(via distorte)
Aubrey Plaza auto-reblog.
I think it’s funny.
I have something to ask you guys… Kevin, will you marry Pierce?
I could be a bridesmaid and the little Kevins could be pageboys. Pierce, you have to say yes.
You guys know you don’t have to ask, right? You can just start up an RPG and make it happen.
A BLACK HOODIE MEANS IT’S ON
A/K/A EVIL DON’T HAVE TIME TO SHAVE
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Ari Scott took amazing pictures of KILLGORE.
FW: ATTN: howsyrface.