So read the subject line of an email to the parents of all the kids in my daughter’s class, regarding a play they’re performing. ÂÂ
I responded: “Yo!  Way to go, Caesar!”
No response.  Philistines.ÂÂ
When these kids’ parents were kids, props were called “dap.”
Persnickety effectuality fuckin’ pisses me off.
I thought it was quite funny. My wife thinks you are strange. But she is not much up on pop culture, outside of Jimmy Choo and some other Gleenward-ish clothing designers.
There’s no reason you can’t both be right, JD.
No response? And after his contributions to dining?
Fame is fleeting.
So what play are they performing? Lysistrata?
No. It’s a Roman one. Lucrece’s Date, something like that.
Lucrece the Chased?
Tarquin Up the Wrong Tree.
Dan – you are truly bonkers… but your family still loves you. does this mean being warped runs in the genes? One wonders.
Using Roman props in a Greek play would be … well, about par for the course these days, I suppose.
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When these kids’ parents were kids, props were called “dap.”
Persnickety effectuality fuckin’ pisses me off.
I thought it was quite funny. My wife thinks you are strange. But she is not much up on pop culture, outside of Jimmy Choo and some other Gleenward-ish clothing designers.
There’s no reason you can’t both be right, JD.
No response? And after his contributions to dining?
Fame is fleeting.
So what play are they performing? Lysistrata?
No. It’s a Roman one. Lucrece’s Date, something like that.
Lucrece the Chased?
Tarquin Up the Wrong Tree.
Dan – you are truly bonkers… but your family still loves you. does this mean being warped runs in the genes? One wonders.
Using Roman props in a Greek play would be … well, about par for the course these days, I suppose.