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- No Sweeney review in the Memphis Flyer this week. Don't know if it'll go up on the website some time in the future, or if the reviewer just missed the show. Commercial Appeal review should be out tomorrow (I know that reviewer saw the show).
- Monday after we close (that's November 3) I'm thinking a trip to Oxford is in order for a few cartoons. Anyone up for a road trip?
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redtheblue? Anyone? - I got a call yesterday asking me to audition this weekend for Uncle Adolph in The Last Night of Ballyhoo. It's a good role in a decent show, but I was actually hoping to take a little time off to get the house straight. Of course, it's only an audition, and there are a couple of other qualified actors who might fit the role better who should be in attendance, so we'll see what happens.
- We came in 4th at trivia last night. We were second before the final question, but there was no way we were getting the calorie count of a Whopper, 6 piece chicken nuggets, Personal Pan Pizza, and Frosty in the right order. Other missed questions include Gay Pride Month (June), Number of people who make it off the island in Lost (six), Loser of the 1984 Orange Bowl (Nebraska), any of which probably would have gotten us into the money.
- I turn 38 tomorrow. It'll mark my first genuinely solo birthday (without a wife, girlfriend, or family in town) in probably twelve years. Of course, feeling sorry for oneself isn't a productive endeavor, and I'm sure I'll have plenty of well-wishers, and ultimately it's just a day, so let's see if I can get a little more fuckin' sunshiney by then.
Oct. 23rd, 2008
In the department of "Holy Shit!, I know this guy!" it appears that in my zeal to avoid as much political news as possible I missed a story about how a former acquaintance of mine was escorted from a McCain town hall meeting back in April. Looking through the HuffPo (and TPM) comments, I notice a trend toward calling Mr. Parrish a "hero." Alas, Marty Parrish is actually a nutbag.
THE EVIDENCE:
At one time ridiculously well-off as a result of writing his own business tax software, Parrish was still moderately well-off when I knew him doing theatre in West Memphis. Well-off enough to become an investor, then pretty much owner, of a computer repair company that some Republican acquaintances of mine had founded using State Unemloyment money to cover their startup costs (I only use this to remark on the irony of Republican welfare cheats). He was engaged to a lovely young woman who has since married someone, um, stable. But not before having Parrish arrested for showing up at her workplace after a long night of drinking and attempting to seduce random ladies of our acquaintance. He then dropped off the map for a few months.
In September 2005, in the aftermath of Katrina, Parrish surfaced on our local theatrical Yahoo! Group with a plea for donations for "Operation Katrina Airlift," where he was going to charter private planes to fly to New Orleans delivering veterinarians and pet supplies, and returning with puppies and kittens. I am not making this up. Once actual aid workers and National Guard troops made it into the flooded city, and started doing actual good, Operation Katrina Airlift vanished.
About a year later, I got a call from his former fiancee asking if I would help out with an oratorio based on the Biblical story of Ruth which had been composed years earlier by John Boatner, a man Parrish had become acquainted with by hanging out in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel, where Boatner played the piano. Several weeks of rehearsals later, we arrived to the recording session to discover that none of the musicians involved had seen the music. Needless to say, Boatner's recording of the oratorio, mounted at what I believe was great personal expense, never happened. I don't have any idea how much of this dream recording was Parrish's idea, but it carried all the hallmarks of his scheme.
Then he disappeared again. I guess he moved to Iowa.
Anyway, he has his own blog (as much as you can call anything on MSN spaces a blog, says the guy writing on LiveJournal), and is doing his best to keep the campaign free of relevant issues. His apology letter to his former church (where he was apparently an ordained minister, or thought he was, anyway) and response are worth a read, in any case.
I'm sure there's a picture of him somewhere on my flickr page, under the Kiss Me Kate photos. I can't access flickr at work, so I'll leave it to someone else to find, if you're interested.
EDIT: After the incident, it appears that a right-wing political site published his bank account details (I won't be linking, for obvious reasons), and Michelle Malkin (naturally) called him a "Hackish Tool," which is obviously something she's intimately familiar with being.
THE EVIDENCE:
At one time ridiculously well-off as a result of writing his own business tax software, Parrish was still moderately well-off when I knew him doing theatre in West Memphis. Well-off enough to become an investor, then pretty much owner, of a computer repair company that some Republican acquaintances of mine had founded using State Unemloyment money to cover their startup costs (I only use this to remark on the irony of Republican welfare cheats). He was engaged to a lovely young woman who has since married someone, um, stable. But not before having Parrish arrested for showing up at her workplace after a long night of drinking and attempting to seduce random ladies of our acquaintance. He then dropped off the map for a few months.
In September 2005, in the aftermath of Katrina, Parrish surfaced on our local theatrical Yahoo! Group with a plea for donations for "Operation Katrina Airlift," where he was going to charter private planes to fly to New Orleans delivering veterinarians and pet supplies, and returning with puppies and kittens. I am not making this up. Once actual aid workers and National Guard troops made it into the flooded city, and started doing actual good, Operation Katrina Airlift vanished.
About a year later, I got a call from his former fiancee asking if I would help out with an oratorio based on the Biblical story of Ruth which had been composed years earlier by John Boatner, a man Parrish had become acquainted with by hanging out in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel, where Boatner played the piano. Several weeks of rehearsals later, we arrived to the recording session to discover that none of the musicians involved had seen the music. Needless to say, Boatner's recording of the oratorio, mounted at what I believe was great personal expense, never happened. I don't have any idea how much of this dream recording was Parrish's idea, but it carried all the hallmarks of his scheme.
Then he disappeared again. I guess he moved to Iowa.
Anyway, he has his own blog (as much as you can call anything on MSN spaces a blog, says the guy writing on LiveJournal), and is doing his best to keep the campaign free of relevant issues. His apology letter to his former church (where he was apparently an ordained minister, or thought he was, anyway) and response are worth a read, in any case.
I'm sure there's a picture of him somewhere on my flickr page, under the Kiss Me Kate photos. I can't access flickr at work, so I'll leave it to someone else to find, if you're interested.
EDIT: After the incident, it appears that a right-wing political site published his bank account details (I won't be linking, for obvious reasons), and Michelle Malkin (naturally) called him a "Hackish Tool," which is obviously something she's intimately familiar with being.