25 April 2001
1:58 AM: We will bring you the limp and beaten body of Bob Barker!
I was truly dreading the BuffyBot episode of Buffy last night. It promised to be chockablock with embarassment-based "humor" and more of the bad, lame, stalker Spike, an extra disappointment after last week's episode gave him a bit of dignity and Bad back. So all I can say is, Joss Whedon and his writers rule. I will trust you from now on. Brilliant episode. Funny in a good way, full of the patented O-My-God-They-Can't-Do-That-At-8PM Whedonnuendo. (Or Espensonnuendo I guess I should properly say.) Spike as an actual hero, not for glory (sorry) but for Love. And stop me before I turn into even more of a 16-year-old girl here.
With a good Angel ep following it, to boot! Man, the summer is going to bring pain. Not even thinking about the UPN Thing.
Went with Veronica to see Agamemnon at Berkeley Rep tonight, at their brand spankin new Big Theatre next door to the old one. Big wow on the theater itself. The stage is huge! All the seats look like good ones, tons of room for lights and large moving objects and oh man, putting toys like these into the hands of the production people at the Rep. I cannot wait for next season. The play itself was good, too. First part of the "Oresteia" trilogy by Aeschylus, talk about going back to your roots. So, being 2500 years old, a bit static, heavy on poetry and descriptions of things not seen (there was one line of the translation in particular that I wanted to remember but have mostly lost - something like "memory's empty womb" - it was like one of the extra-perfect moments in a Tom Verlaine guitar bit, that instant thrilling sensation). Given the material, they did a great job of making it alive and ... I don't have a word - sensible, something you're able to feel. And beautiful, of course. Second two parts this Saturday.
Work is work is work. May do the Wednesdays-off thing again. Probably keeping the job a good idea at this point in time, as we used to say in the days of the King.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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