Well, it looks like my dramatic response (walking out, throwing things) to the piece of shit, The End of Cinematics boiled the blood of some Krannert Center bigwigs. What a great way to start my third year, eh? I need to channel that passion into my work. I'd be unstoppable.
PS. I just read the inspiration of this onanistic piece of crap. Save your money people. Rent The Dreamers instead.
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onanistic? you are so erudite.
ReplyDeletebrent
P.S. yeah, i'm lookin' it up.
Oh my. Matt told me what happened last night - how I wish I could have been there. Can't stop laughing about it even now. Maybe we can catch the Davis production together.
ReplyDeleteErin
boiled bigwig is so in right now.
ReplyDeleteDoh!
ReplyDeleteYou've been cursed with onerous temporary oral-cranial disconnect that plagues certain male members of our family.
One word of advice son, don't throw things at anyone with a gun or knife.
Hang in there and someday we'll have to compare notes over a few lagers. I've got some doozies.
fasha
For us no longer in the Midwest, spill some details.
ReplyDeleteIf 'h' lives in New York, call Mr. Erlbach... he'll give you the details.
ReplyDeleteI saw a bad dance piece last night.
ReplyDeleteAnd I asked myself:
WWMD?
And then myself replied:
What wouldn't Michael do?
I then proceeded to urinate on the stage,
while declaring Jihad on the dancers.
Thank you, Michael.
Thank you.
I am now "that guy."