Meow House Theatre

There were a grand total of five seats filled at my show last week, if you include the tech/soundboard guy. It’s damn hard doing a show for four people. Although they seemed to have a good time. Well the two previous weeks we were sold out or close to it, so I guess that’s better than four seats for 3 weeks. We just changed our show time slightly too and maybe that confused people.

I got my new 50mm 1.8 lens today and it is simply delicious. I took many shots of my Starbucks coffee foam. I can’t wait to use it for some low-light shots.

Then I returned to the office and discovered that all four elevator banks were out of order. A fire alarm went off or something. And I would not choose to walk up 11 flights unless a murderer should be chasing me, so I had a little nap down in the lobby. Actually I wish they had taken longer to fix things. While I was down there, before dozing off, I was watching the TV and what should come on but some hideous plasticine’d-actor commercial for god-knows-what product. I couldn’t figure out what the hell it might be for until the words “Viva Viagra” appeared along with some pseudo Elvis singing. Well lemme tell you, if I were that guy’s wife (or neighbor, judging from the commercial–hmmm, kinky, for a pharma co.) I would not be falling all over myself to get it on with him. He looked as if he’d been dipped in caramel epoxy. I’m sure there’s something Freudian in there if you think about it. Unfortunately I can’t find the commercial on either Pfizer’s Web site or on YouTube, so you’ll have to watch out for it yourself. It’s the one where the guy keeps driving home in his boring sedan until one day when he presumably pops a few little blue pills and suddenly he’s Elvis come back from the dead, zoomin’ up in a chopper and a Hell’s Angel’s helmet. Sorry, not a turn-on.

When are they going to start showing commercials for women who can’t have orgasms until they take the magic genie cure? I’ll tell you when: NEVER. It will never, ever happen; one, because there is no money in making such a pill; and two, because no matter what anyone tells you about bullshit such as “this is the Land of the Free,” this country will find a way to prevent the commercialization of women having free & enjoyable sex. We’re still Puritans deep down, or the religious right is anyway, and therefore a commercial showing women who like to have sex and want to have sex and are GOING TO HAVE SEX AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE WITH THE AID OF WHATEVER CHEMICALS THEY CAN LEGALLY GET AND HAVE PAID FOR FROM GROUP INSURANCE will never, ever air. Of course it’s okay if they DO have this kind of sex–this is 2008 after all and we’re so sophisticated now–as long as everyone pretends it’s not happening, because nice girls don’t zoom into their driveways on Harleys and sweep their neighbors off for a quick trip to nasty-ville. Therefore, such a commercial will never air. I’d take book action on that.