OK, so I said I wasn't going to write griping, snarky posts ever again, that this would be a blog devoted to magic flying ponies and pretty colors, but I lied. Sue me bitch.
The project I mentioned being so behind on was simply updating a quarterly calendar of the training events I oversee. (As a side note, let me just say that I have finished it. I know you all were just sick with worry over it.) One of the hold ups was a woman, whom I'm actually quite fond of, normally, and who shall remain nameless (Janet). Yesterday afternoon she sent me a testy email bitching about my not being clear about the calendar's deadlines. A quarterly calendar. Let's see, old thing, we've been working together on this for three years and this is the twelfth time you've been late. Hmm. Maybe the deadline is THREE FUCKING MONTHS AFTER THE LAST FUCKING ONE. Anyway. Back to the magic flying ponies.
Or a much happier note, I read this afternoon the theatrical geniuses who brought us Tuna, Texas are back at it. Here's the scoop on Tuna swiped with love from Wikipedia: "
Greater Tuna is the first in a trilogy of comedic plays (followed by A Tuna Christmas and Red, White and Tuna), each set in the fictional town of Tuna, Texas, the "third-smallest" town in the state. The trilogy was written by Jaston Williams, Joe Sears, and Ed Howard. The plays are at once an affectionate comment on small-town, Southern life and attitudes but also a withering satire of same. Of the three plays, Greater Tuna is the darkest in tone.
The plays are notable in that two men play the entire cast of over twenty eccentric characters of both genders and various ages. Greater Tuna debuted in Austin, Texas in Fall 1981...."
The local gay rag reports the boys have broken down and are preparing to debut a new Tuna offering, which I suppose will make the series the only four part trilogy on record. Tuna Does Vegas. I'm all a twitter. Go here for the story http://ebar.com/arts/art_article.php?sec=theatre&article=403
I love all the Tunas. The writers specialize in the cheesy laughs I'm so fond of. Even those of you fortunate enough not to have a small Texas town in your background must find the image of an elderly woman running over her husband's prized dog so that he won't realize she has poisoned it pretty darn amusing. Or not. Depends. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the gala premier like Mr. First Nighter. I'll be reporting back on it.
I too share in the humor of small town existence and I just love Greater Tuna! It reminds me of summers spent with my Great Grandmother in Chunky Mississippi, a town smaller than the fictional Tuna, Texas. The big attraction there was watching the old coots play checkers on the porch at the Otasco and bribing the neighbor girl (Pippi Longstocking) for a bareback ride on her mule. Oh those were the days of such summer fun.
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