Irregardlessly
No matter what time I set my entry to, Livejournal ends up changing it when I post my entry. And it's always wrong. So this time I'm not touching it. It will probably say I posted this at 2AM or something. But it's really 1:05PM right now. I'm at work on lunch break.
Last night Cindy and I went to a benefit cabaret show that was put on by some Broadway performers. I'm not starstruck at all, but I think she is a little bit. Yeah, just a wee bit. Anyway, she was talking to some of them before and after the performance, and boy do Broadway people like talking about themselves! They never ask what you're up to. They only spout on and on about what they're doing, what their next audition is, how they feel about themselves and their situations. I have more respect for artists who can just be normal people, and not get caught up in their own hype. But I guess being totally self-absorbed probably helps you succeed in a way.
Well, it was a benefit for charity, so I guess they're not totally self-absorbed. They did something good for the less fortunate. But, jeepers, don't talk to them! Yikes. Unfortunately, their fans only encourage their endless self-rumination.
Anyway, the performances were all good, but not really my style. It was a nifty bar. I can't remember the name of it now. I'm in a cruddy mood. I have a feeling the cabaret show and my death dream were somehow related. That, plus the fact that I watched the whole Daniel Johnston DVD in one day that Rollie loaned to me. Man, that guy is crazy.
And so is Daniel Johnston! Ba-dum-bum!
Last night Cindy and I went to a benefit cabaret show that was put on by some Broadway performers. I'm not starstruck at all, but I think she is a little bit. Yeah, just a wee bit. Anyway, she was talking to some of them before and after the performance, and boy do Broadway people like talking about themselves! They never ask what you're up to. They only spout on and on about what they're doing, what their next audition is, how they feel about themselves and their situations. I have more respect for artists who can just be normal people, and not get caught up in their own hype. But I guess being totally self-absorbed probably helps you succeed in a way.
Well, it was a benefit for charity, so I guess they're not totally self-absorbed. They did something good for the less fortunate. But, jeepers, don't talk to them! Yikes. Unfortunately, their fans only encourage their endless self-rumination.
Anyway, the performances were all good, but not really my style. It was a nifty bar. I can't remember the name of it now. I'm in a cruddy mood. I have a feeling the cabaret show and my death dream were somehow related. That, plus the fact that I watched the whole Daniel Johnston DVD in one day that Rollie loaned to me. Man, that guy is crazy.
And so is Daniel Johnston! Ba-dum-bum!