September 1st, 2007


Camelot. A silly place.

My big plan today: join Mom and Dad at the Keller Auditorium for the touring production of Spamalot!!!

My less-big plan: Make this apartment more presentable!!!!!!!

(My exclamation-point allotment: exhausted.)
  • Current Music
    Presidents of the United States of America, "Peaches"
Whale fluke

"He couldn’t hear, I couldn’t speak, and we had a great interview."

Roger Ebert interviews Ian Michael Smith, child actor (Simon Birch) turned college student, about the cochlear implants Smith is using to regain his hearing.

Ebert (still recovering from surgery and currently unable to speak) is a longtime science fiction fan; Smith attends geek haven MIT; and they are talking about technology that would've been science fictional not too long ago. Neat.

(via metafilter)

"And what happens in Camelot stays in Camelot..."

On this day, three Walshes (Mom and Dad and I) joined over two thousand other people to watch Spamalot. And there was much rejoicing laughing.

I'm still chuckling.

It's a pretty packed show, preserving -- and expanding upon -- quite a lot of the bits from the original mind-melting film (which was my first serious exposure to Monty Python, though my very first exposure was a TV clip on how they blew up Mr. Creosote in The Meaning of Life; I saw that when I was 10!). It also makes copious fun of Broadway shows, and I got a surprisingly large number of those jokes, too (surprising because I'm not too experienced with Broadway shows). And and it's tuneful; Eric Idle and John DuPrez (it's pronounced "Doo-Pray," which I didn't know until now; I'd thought it was "Doo-Prezz") piled on song after song, even giving one song to dead people. It's Broadway! You can't stop the singing!

This production's King Arthur is wonderfully weary and put-upon, though at least he has the Lady of the Lake actually appear in this version of the story to back him up at key points. Dennis (or, as Spamalot conveniently renames him, Dennis Galahad, thus making two characters into one) may still say "You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!," but at least he then sees her and sees that she's no watery tart. And there's sex appeal (dancing! a wedding! another wedding!), and an ending that's almost literally pulled out of someone's ass, which is just a beautiful way to do it: it's a little perverse, like the film, but with more of an actual resolution. Heh.

Finally, speaking of sex appeal, my fellow sick bastards will be happy that Spamalot features an unspoken cameo by the virgins of Castle Anthrax (to quote the film, "We are but eight-score young blondes and brunettes, all between the ages of 16 and 19-and-a-half, cut off in this castle with no one to protect us. Oh, it is a lonely life: bathing, dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear..."). Again, unspoken, but there.
  • Current Music
    "Eric Idle Sings Monty Python"
Whale fluke

The other bits of my day

Sleep soon. Before that, the remains details of the day:

My morning was cleaning-time in my apartment: recycling, filing, and sorting, all of which needed to get done, got done. (For a certain value of "done.") I wanted my place to be presentable for the folks. We used the handy-dandy GPS mounted on the dash of Dad's car to get from my place to parking near the Keller for Spamalot, a trip that took less than 10 minutes. I later noticed that when the car turns on, the GPS screen first lights up with a photo of my nephews. The GPS finds cuteness!

After the show, we drove back to Southeast and, on my suggestion, had a happy-good meal of Vietnamese and Thai food at Thanh Thao, about 10 blocks from where I used to live. Some of that food now awaits my future eatage in takeout boxes in my refrigerator. It's good food that will still be good food tomorrow. *nods*

And since then it's been relax-time. More of that tomorrow. I'll actually work Monday, but just in the morning; I don't really need a full day off, and I can be useful then...