March 17th, 2004

Tom Lehrer is Smug

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One of my fellow Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead castmembers wrote a very heartfelt and personal testimonial about how the production had profoundly affected her. While such stories can amaze me, they do not surprise me; what Theatre@First accomplished, besides the entertaining of several hundred people over the space of two weekends, was the creation of a core group of people who became very close in only a few weeks. A little close-knit company with heart and very minimal drama, as it were. And how cool is that?
Tom Lehrer is Smug

Two finds.

Jo today sent me a recipe link for Irish sushi, just in time, conspiratorially, for St. Pat's. Please note that those are potatoes under the corned beef and not green peppers as I had originally feared. The wasabi shamrock is a nice touch as well, and I wonder if you can get away with cabbage in lieu of the pickled ginger. (And look at all the sushi lovers cringe! Hee hee hee.)

Then Jesse pointed me at CoasterDynamix, a Really Neat update of the ol' Spacewarp coaster construction game. Oh, the wasted hours spent on that little thing. Only this time instead of little steel balls that'll fly off the tracks and get lost under the couch if you do something wrong, we have B&M-style inverted coaster trains and B&M-style track and, as seen in the "Dragon" prototype, a nice tight B&M-style layout (starting with a big loop, Immelman, zero-G...) I'm impressed. Werner Stengel would be proud. The only downside, after checking the reservations page, is the price. $499. Egads! I remember when I got the first-gen K'Nex coaster kit for under a hundred on eBay, and thought I'd paid through the nose for it. (I definitely paid through the thumbs for it upon assembly; I may still have callouses from it. Or at the very least, sympathy thumb pains. And I built it over three years ago.)
Tom Lehrer is Smug

mid snow and ice

Nothing like a little tale from ol' Hank W. Longfellow to illustrate what it was like walking around this afternoon.

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It should also interest absolutely no one that my LiveJournal title is indirectly inspired by this poem; my favorite personality in the history of radio, Jean Shepherd, used "Excelsior, you fathead!" as a catchphrase. He called it a password and it was used to identify true Night People (fans of his nightly 45-minute radio monologue, for one.) The counter-sign for the password, in case you ever needed to know, was "seltzer bottle."