That's the least of my worries right now, though. I'm more upset about the fact that Rocky Horror no longer has a theater in Madison. For those of you who haven't heard yet, the Orpheum has cancelled us permanently, effective immediately. No formal warning, no final "goodbye" show, nothing. This is not a surprise, considering the general lack of respect Rocky has received from the new management, but we're all pretty depressed about the loss of a major social outlet.
When the Majestic closed in 1999, they at least did us the service of giving us a last show. The Orpheum just (as far as I know) made a decision and informed the cast on Thursday afternoon. Screw 'em. Given my well-documented distaste for seeing movies on the big screen and the general decline of service at The Orpheum, I don't think I'll be patronizing the theater again. I'm not so deluded as to think that I'll be putting a dent in the theater's bottom line, but I'm pretty disgusted right now.
Anyway, it's been a few days since I've done a proper, boring "what I did today" update to my journal, so:
I did not go to court on Wednesday with the AEG. Her appearance was earlier than she'd realized, and she didn't have me cell phone number. She went in without me and appologized profusely (which wasn't necessary -- I just wanted to get away from my desk). In an effort to make it up to me, she brought in stuff to make root beer floats yesterday. If it sounds like I'm getting an inordinate amount of attention for not going to court with the AEG, you have to understand that the department I work in jumps at any chance they can to do stuff like this. The AEG made a cake on my birthday, and it's not because they love me. I mean, they do love me, but mostly she just wanted any excuse to bring a cake in.
Other than the root beer floats nothing really cool happened yesterday, but last night I watched Horror Hotel starring Christopher Lee. I thought it would be a campy horror movie in the same vein as William Castle's films, but it was actually pretty good and not cheesy in the least. In fact, if you can imagine Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho scripted by H.P. Lovecraft instead of Robert Bloch (who wrote a few stories in the Lovecraft mythos himself), you'd pretty much have Horror Hotel. Both films were premiered in 1960, and the similarities are striking, right down to the death of the female protagonist during the first half of the movie, and the effective use of atmosphere rather than overt visuals. I'm very doubtful though that either production was influenced by the other. Anyway, Horror Hotel. You're not gonna see it, but I'm recommending it anyway.
Anyway, I'm gonna take my lunchbreak, but before I leave, I'd like to point out an interview that our country's intrepid leader did recently. A few months ago my dad and I were speculating as to what would happen if Dubya were ever subjected to a European-style interview... Well, here's your answer. It ain't too pretty.
ADDENDUM: So we brought out the leftover root beer float stuff, and I had an interesting conversation with the AEG. I do not actually work with anybody named Julie, but it seemed like a good idea to substitute that name.
AEG: Where's the whipped cream?That's as verbatim as I can remember it. Scout's honor (and yes, I was (briefly) a Scout).
Me: You put whipped cream on your root beer float?
AEG: Yum! Whipped cream rocks on root beer floats. But I think maybe Julie took it home 'cause she said she wanted to have sex this weekend.
Me: ...Why does Julie need whipped cream to have sex?
AEG: Well... The boys are gone for the weekend so she and her husband are trying to make things kinkier.