Absolutely the best value for money in New York City today is to play "The Dollar Game", the fabulous evening's entertainment that was introduced to me by Bradykins, the boyfriend of FARB (Famous Author Rob Byrnes robnyc.blogspot.com). Take a dollar bill, scrunch it up, and leave it on the sidewalk outside your favorite bar (in this case "Posh" on 51st Street at 9th Avenue. Then observe the reactions of people walking by. About seven out of of ten people will see it. At least four out of ten will look as if they really want to pick it it. Two out of ten will pick it up. And of those, about half will ask if anyone has lost a dollar and offer it up to play the next round of the game. People watching at its best. Thank you, Bradykins. Tonight, I spent a small fortune, but it was worth it for laughs. For all you competitors out there, we have your reactions on camera-phone!
14 January 2005
13 January 2005
Top 10 Reasons for Staying Home at Night Watching Channel 7
10. The Mormons might drop by (it's a long story).
9. There's a small chance that network television might show the world premiere of a movie trailer.
8. To watch Eyewitness News - aka the Sam Champion News Hour.
7. To see if Sam Champion has gotten even more of a tan.
6. To check out the latest shade of Sam Champion's hair.
5. To keep up the Nielsen ratings on the Sam Champion News Hour.
4. To see if any of the men on your favourite weather and news show are actually wearing less makeup than the women.
3. To examine the stylish new curves of Sam Champion's eyebrows.
2. To see if Sam Champion's teeth have gotten any whiter.
1. You suffer from impaired night vision caused by staring too long at Sam Champion's teeth on widescreen plasma TV.
PS We love Sam. But you can tell it's been a long hard winter.
9. There's a small chance that network television might show the world premiere of a movie trailer.
8. To watch Eyewitness News - aka the Sam Champion News Hour.
7. To see if Sam Champion has gotten even more of a tan.
6. To check out the latest shade of Sam Champion's hair.
5. To keep up the Nielsen ratings on the Sam Champion News Hour.
4. To see if any of the men on your favourite weather and news show are actually wearing less makeup than the women.
3. To examine the stylish new curves of Sam Champion's eyebrows.
2. To see if Sam Champion's teeth have gotten any whiter.
1. You suffer from impaired night vision caused by staring too long at Sam Champion's teeth on widescreen plasma TV.
PS We love Sam. But you can tell it's been a long hard winter.
This sort of stuff cannot be made up. Recently, a former Vice President of the United States and his lovely wife (let's just call them Al & Tipper) had the neighbors over for a small dinner party. After showing their guests their fabulous meditation room, they sat down to nice meal. How was the evening rounded off? Al did his PowerPoint presentation on global warming.
06 January 2005
My office is having a lot of redecoration going on, just down the corridor, and there are new security features for our safety, such as keeping the lavatory locked at all times. Keys have been issued to each of the tenants. There's a basic problem with the new system. In the old days you could go to the loo, lock the door and do your thing. Now that we have keys there's a huge problem, because anyone can open the door from the outside and burst in on you. It gets worse. The mensroom key fits the ladiesroom. The last thing any of the guys in this building want is women stepping up to the urinal. Of course its okay for us to use their perfumed boudoir in an emergency. It gets even more insane. I reached for my key this afternoon, headed down the corridor only to discover that some rebel had stolen the mensroom door off its hinges. No kidding. Now, I know the obvious thing is to say that the painters probably took it off to paint it. Nooooooooo. It had already been painted!!!!! So I stormed off to the building management and made a spectacle of myself claiming the new lavatorial security system to have been flushed out on day one.
PS will whoever took our door, please put it back.
PS will whoever took our door, please put it back.
New Year Resolutions Update
It's day six of the new year, so let's find out how the resolutions are going.
It's all going very well. Er... well, um... I've learned how to text on my phone... that's been an ambition of mine since 2004. And I've taken up blogging, which was a bit of a surprise all round, actually. As far as the smoking, drinking and other vices are concerned, I'm happy to report that it's day two of my giving up giving up. Oh, drat! That wasn't meant to happen for a whole month! Well, there's always next year.
It's all going very well. Er... well, um... I've learned how to text on my phone... that's been an ambition of mine since 2004. And I've taken up blogging, which was a bit of a surprise all round, actually. As far as the smoking, drinking and other vices are concerned, I'm happy to report that it's day two of my giving up giving up. Oh, drat! That wasn't meant to happen for a whole month! Well, there's always next year.
Reasonably So-So Vibrations
Embargoed till Good Vibrations opens on Broadway (2 February 2005)
Great songs, good performers, and a few lines of dialogue does not a Broadway show make, even when it's a veritable feast for the eyes, and a harmonious treat for the ears, with the fabulous music of Brian Wilson, and the youngest, most beautiful cast in Good Vibrations. By intermission I felt that I had sat through a very well-done high school revue of Beach Boys material, that excluded all but the most basic plot and character development...."but it was, fun, fun, fun...".
Half-way through act two there were definite signs of a real story struggling to get out. It was as if the book writer (Richard Dresser) had realised, as he finished writing act two, that there was possibly a story of substance there after all, but no time to (re-)write act one before opening on Broadway. Hey, here's a thought: maybe there is time after all. Otherwise the New York critics will kill the show.
By curtain I realized that I had enjoyed the evening more than I had anticipated during intermission, but I fear the show will sink... er... in the interest of good taste, I'll not mention anything about the forthcoming connection of earthquakes, tidal waves and tsunami to New York theatre critics. (Oh, but I just did!)
Great songs, good performers, and a few lines of dialogue does not a Broadway show make, even when it's a veritable feast for the eyes, and a harmonious treat for the ears, with the fabulous music of Brian Wilson, and the youngest, most beautiful cast in Good Vibrations. By intermission I felt that I had sat through a very well-done high school revue of Beach Boys material, that excluded all but the most basic plot and character development...."but it was, fun, fun, fun...".
Half-way through act two there were definite signs of a real story struggling to get out. It was as if the book writer (Richard Dresser) had realised, as he finished writing act two, that there was possibly a story of substance there after all, but no time to (re-)write act one before opening on Broadway. Hey, here's a thought: maybe there is time after all. Otherwise the New York critics will kill the show.
By curtain I realized that I had enjoyed the evening more than I had anticipated during intermission, but I fear the show will sink... er... in the interest of good taste, I'll not mention anything about the forthcoming connection of earthquakes, tidal waves and tsunami to New York theatre critics. (Oh, but I just did!)
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