tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044815.post113808844012363000..comments2023-12-27T05:30:05.986-05:00Comments on The Weblog That Derek Built: Transcendental Donkeys?DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10901649394069002585noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044815.post-1138309899726877692006-01-26T16:11:00.000-05:002006-01-26T16:11:00.000-05:00The funny thing, "ric," is that neither Nick nor I...The <I>funny</I> thing, "ric," is that neither Nick nor I said that Foreman's work was "boring." I enjoyed Zomboid, and will probably go to next year's piece, if I have the opportunity. <BR/><BR/>This will be despite the fact that some of Foreman's fans, like you, seem to be humorless "jackasses."DJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10901649394069002585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044815.post-1138219930946402882006-01-25T15:12:00.000-05:002006-01-25T15:12:00.000-05:00you dorks, of course richard foremans plays are su...you dorks, of course richard foremans plays are supposed to be funny. get your heads out of your "asses".<BR/><BR/>now baseball, THATS boring.<BR/><BR/>ricAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044815.post-1138150597780320292006-01-24T19:56:00.000-05:002006-01-24T19:56:00.000-05:00Were you wearing black? :)Man, I'm so happy that t...Were you wearing black? :)<BR/><BR/>Man, I'm so happy that the rest of the people in the audience didn't periodically start laughing--I'd a been a neurotic mess if they had. Still, I'm pretty sure that there was humor in the piece, even if none of the overly-serious looking art connoiseurs cracked a smile during the entire hour plus presentation.<BR/><BR/>I mean, when someone slams a stuffed donkey to the floor, and then says (in a Russian accent) "Stay here...donkey." That <I>has</I> to be a laugh line, right?DJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10901649394069002585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8044815.post-1138127088817249312006-01-24T13:24:00.000-05:002006-01-24T13:24:00.000-05:00My god! Recognition! My girlfriend also lured me t...My god! Recognition! My girlfriend also lured me to a Richard Foreman play (that's probably not the right word to describe it) last year. Luckily it was billed as comical satire, so I could afford to do all the laughing I wanted to. The problem was I kept on not laughing at the parts the veteran experimental theatre audience was laughing at, and laughing at the parts they weren't laughing at. Also, I have a somewhat embarrassing laugh. It ranges from a hearty Wall Street financier cock of the walk laugh to a high pitched squeal. Needless to say the whole repertoire was on display. And people noticed, but I'm hoping maybe they think I was part of the piece.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com