Curled up on the couch and mindlessly scrolling through the hundred of pages of media that are thrown at us, must be boring. The only alternatives seems to be cleaning the house up, that's starting to look like a hovel or studying. Both the most boring tasks of the century.
As Jerry Maguire (or rather Tom Cruise, pronouncing a line written by Cameron Crowe) once astutely observed, we live in a cynical world. The kind of a world, where you take any attempt to get your attention, be it a magazine headline, a movie poster or a call from an unfamiliar number with a grain of salt. Or with a truckload of salt, depending on your personality and past experiences. Chances are, the person behind that attempt won’t offer you anything valuable in exchange for your time and (if you are persuaded by their sales pitch) money.
If you've read any of my previous posts (or know me personally), then you know that I'm very a creative person who works in Brisbane's arts sector as a theatre-maker, director, playwright, actor, theatre critic and teaching artist. Unfortunately, due to self-isolating , I no longer have the luxury of organising a rehearsal or meeting up with friends in the flesh to create stories together, rehearse shows or, to put simply, just be creative.
And we danced like a wave on the ocean
I'm one of those people who got told a fair bit as a kid that I was "funny", which was clearly very damaging, because here I am still thinking I'm hilarious enough to write these articles and get paid for it, or do my ridiculous rants on my instagram story that will somehow lead to a book deal. Yeah, the laughter and encouragement of my off-colour jokes and sarcasm has surely lead to a life of quiet, modest hobbies. Like a podcast where I read internet banter for a half hour and howl with laughter into the microphone as if I'm NOT sitting on my closet floor by myself.
Beetlejuice! Beetlejuiiiiice! Beetl–do not make the mistake of allowing him to come back into our world. Lydia made it. While we could have asked ourselves why? Why on earth would she do that? – we actually really enjoy his coming back on Broadway. And for those who have not gotten there ... you 'd have been ready for a show about Death!
Author’s Note: This piece will contain spoilers for the first episode of Dimension 20: A Crown of Candy. Deal with it.
There was that night about five years ago when our super, Kent (the best super in Harlem, btw), was relaxing after a long hard day taking care of his fifteen buildings when he was shocked to hear gunshots.
It had been years since that kind of gun play happened around here.