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Audioblog - Thursday Night Fever
Thursday, March 31, 2005 @ 8:26 PM
I get no respect.
Monday, March 28, 2005 @ 9:55 AM
To the Vidette Editor:
Recently, I read an article about local theatre groups in the Vidette's Dining Guide. I am very familiar with each of the groups mentioned, and I found the description of Heartland Theatre Company misleading. I have attended several of their shows and there is nothing "edgy" about them. But I was most upset by what wasn't in the article. My favorite local theatre group, These Aren't My Shoes Productions, was left out of the article. These Aren't My Shoes Productions is an independent, non-profit theatre group that offers free shows every summer. Last summer, an ISU theatre/directing major directed "Patient A" and "Down the Road" by Lee Blessing. These shows were performed at The Coffeehouse in downtown Normal, and featured local actors. In the summer of 2002, Shoes staged "Catholic Schoolgirls" by Casey Kurtti in a classroom in Fell Hall, and "Three Days of Rain," also at The Coffeehouse. Monday and Tuesday of ISU's finals week, they are holding auditions for "Preening" and "Reserved," two "role-reversal" one-acts that will teach theatre patrons what edgy really means.
Sincerely,
Not Kellie Powell,
because she works there
and therefore cannot
write letters to the editor
Strange Dreams, and the Daring Escape of Kaiser Sose
Friday, March 25, 2005 @ 12:26 PM
The other night, I dreamed that Justin Irvin and I took a road trip to visit my dead great-grandmother.
Last night, I dreamed that it was finals week, I saw the worst movie ever, and I cheated on Gabel, kind of. I'll start at the beginning. It was my last day of finals. I had to turn in a giant paper to Sandi. I turned it in on time, but then I didn't go to the last class - I don't know why... but the point is, I was sneaking past Sandi in a bizarro-world part of the theatre office, to look for my final grade. I sorted through lots of other people's papers - some of which were in high school, it's all very vague... but finally, I located a manilla folder with all my papers, and an index card with all my grades on it. (Who grades that way?) But I was devastated, because my final wasn't in the folder, and the index card didn't have the grade for the final. And, Sandi had cheated me out of ten points. So, I was having an aneurysm, when suddenly...
DAN appeared. And he told me we were going to see a movie with our two favorite boys (one of them turned out to be Tom Everett Scott, but I don't know who the other was) in it. So we went to a movie theatre. It was Dan, Jennifer Roberts (my best friend in, like, 6th grade), and Andrew Heese (my 8th grade momentary crush, the ultimate Good Boy). The movie was TERRIBLE, and gory, and made absolutely no sense (the way movies usually do in dreams). It involved our two favorite boys getting into some weird hearse/truck/bus collision, and becoming murderous ghosts. And then Tom Cruise showed up to try to stop them. And I was like, why is Tom Cruise in this movie? It's so terrible. The seats we were sitting in somehow had become my futon while I was focused on the screen, so we were all laying on this bed, together. I was still freaking out about my final. Andrew Hesse started to reassure me. He sounded exactly like Gabel, like he borrowed Gabel's voice. And then we made out a little. Dan really disapproved, and Jennifer was acting neglected, so then I moved to lay on their side of the bed, and we talked a little, mostly about how the movie was terrible.
Then suddenly, Rj was there, and I was like, "You've totally made better movies than this. Didn't you make a movie that was like, a spoof of this movie?"
Rj said, "Yeah, about ten years ago. It was funny then, but now that this movie exists, it's much funnier."
Then there was a weird part of the dream, where I was in someone's house, meeting their father, and I had eggs in my hands and in my mouth, so I couldn't shake his hand, or really talk. And he looked very wounded, like my rejection really hurt. Tres strange.
Meanwhile, in the world of reality... Kaiser Sose, hamster and criminal mastermind, ESCAPED! I let him into his hamster ball and let him run around for a while, then returned him to his cage, and started working on my computer. Then, twenty minutes later, I glanced at the floor, and shrieked. He just looked up at me, puzzled, as if to say, "What?" I yelled, "HOW DID YOU GET OUT OF YOUR CAGE?" And he, being a hamster, said nothing. I grabbed him and put him back in his cage, and put safety pins and a key clip on the top to secure it. Then I put a small book on top for extra precaution. What bothers me is not, How did he get out of the cage, because I probably left the lid open by accident. What bothers me is, How did he get down to the floor? He's up really high! That's a BIG jump for such a tiny creature! How did he do that? And without me even noticing, even though I was in the room?
Later that night, things got even more surreal. He shook the cage until the book flew off. I decided he was possessed. I put my geology book (much heavier) on the top of the cage. So far, he has not pulled any more Hamster Houdini magic. Still, I am very intimidated by a very small, very fuzzy creature. Something is wrong with this picture.
Introspection
Wednesday, March 23, 2005 @ 6:02 PM
In geology, which of course, I hate, we were being lectured to about climate changes, and Vanderhoven did that typical sci. prof. thing where he tried to make the topic seem relevant, and told us how climate affects the economy, and the ecosystem, and said, "What would happen, if the climate in the Midwest became inhospitable to crops? And Canada grew warmer, and suddenly they were the breadbasket of the world instead of us?" And I said, "If there's a Republican in the White House, America declares that there are weapons of mass destruction in Canada, and we invade, slaughter, and colonize them." I kept sitting in geology, thinking, "Well, if the world gets hotter, we'll adapt, or we'll die." Why doesn't it bother me to think about people dying from a natural, cataclysmic disaster, but it bothers me to think about people killing each other in a war? Maybe it's not the death that bothers me. Maybe it's the nationalism, the bloodlust, the greed, the cruelty. People are bending over backwards to raise money for the tsunami victims. Why doesn't Redbirds for Relief raise money for the dying people of Iraq? Or the homeless people in Chicago?
Here's a better question: Why haven't I?
Bunch of Savages
Friday, March 11, 2005 @ 7:58 PM
Today someone spit at me.
The person who spit on me was a juvenille miscreant on the Green Line.
Let me start from the beginning. It was a normal enough morning - I got up, ate breakfast, showered, finished packing, and decided to make a batch of brownies for my trip to Chicago with Erin, her brother, and his hetero-life-mate, Brad. Unfortunately, Chris and Brad were so rude to Erin and I that within the first five minutes of the trip, I had decided not to give them any brownies. They represent all that is wrong with freshmen.
Long story short, the trip was mostly pleasant and uneventful, except for some competing musical selections - the car stereo competed with Brad's laptop and Chris' portable CD player, but the car stereo won. Erin and I also sang at the top of our lungs, despite Chris' claims that we had "no right to sing." Erin got me to the train station, and the Metro train got me to Gabel at Union Station. He was surprised but pleased that I arrived carrying a tray of brownies and a spatula. (I also had oven mitts, concealed in my coat.)
We got on the El. We nuzzled. We changed trains at Roosevelt. Then, it began. A group of loud teenagers started hassling us. They asked for, then demanded brownies. They leaned over Gabel to reach for the brownies, which I moved. We kept stoic faces as the train pulled into our stop, not responding to their calling me a fat cow and asking me if I was going to eat all the brownies myself. One of them was wearing his pants around his ankles. I was relieved to get off the train and was about to relax, when one of them leaned out the open doors as we passed and spit at me. Then he yelled, "No one's going to eat those now."
I realized that bringing baked goods onto public transportation might elicit strange responses, but this was not one I imagined.
I wish I could go back in time, find their parents, smack them in the faces and say, "No! Use a condom!"
Community Sites & Blogger Competitors
Wednesday, March 09, 2005 @ 7:23 PM
Sadly, I've virtually abandoned Connection, run on BlogSpot, in favor of LiveJournal. I also have languishing memberships at: www.xanga.com and www.melodramatic.com. I also keep myself busy with www.MySpace.com, which has a blogging function, and www.TheFacebook.com and www.OKcupid.com, which do not.
Here's some good news, Bloggers: The ISU Democrats have a blog.
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