tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post41461414817739489..comments2023-09-12T07:49:48.362-04:00Comments on Restricted View: You are all madMolliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12350892542573842455noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-27320043149919267052008-06-24T09:51:00.000-04:002008-06-24T09:51:00.000-04:00Oh my, I feel bad for that guy, but I love that st...Oh my, I feel bad for that guy, but I love that story. When I saw <I>August: Osage County</I> I sat right behind a girl who had the most ridiculous, whooping laugh I'd ever heard. It was a little frightening, and very distracting -- and every time she laughed I felt the whole theatre (or at least the whole mezzanine) was looking in my direction. I found myself hoping the play would get less funnyMolliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12350892542573842455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-65651350318811442092008-06-23T16:41:00.000-04:002008-06-23T16:41:00.000-04:00This is a story not about a cell phone, but about ...This is a story not about a cell phone, but about a really irritating laugh. I went to school with a kid known for his awful laugh--an incredibly loud, braying noise. Not his fault, you know, and most people were pretty good-humored about it, but a really awful sound nevertheless. A friend of mine was starring in <I>Arcadia</I> at the college theater, and I happened to be at the same Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-38198715450782576962007-01-11T20:53:00.000-05:002007-01-11T20:53:00.000-05:00I figured Mollie might appreciate this (speaking o...I figured Mollie might appreciate this (speaking of the joys of live theater):<br /><br />I recently played Cinderella in Into the Woods, and I had two scenes where I had to run onstage and fall down. Luckily, my golden slippers were a size too big and slick on the bottom, so falling down became a simple matter of not-trying-to-not-fall-down. <br /><br />One night I had quite a spectacular Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-50805329937003515912007-01-11T20:35:00.000-05:002007-01-11T20:35:00.000-05:00I was once at a scientific conference when a speak...I was once at a scientific conference when a speaker's cell phone rang during her lecture. She fumbled around in her bag and (I assumed) turned it off. A few minutes later, it rang again. "Surely," I thought to myself, "surely she will turn it off this time." Nope. Another minute or so later, it rang a third time, at which point SHE ANSWERED IT and told the caller that she couldn't talk Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-64813937239360215532007-01-11T19:50:00.000-05:002007-01-11T19:50:00.000-05:00Ooh, I saw (and enjoyed) Beckett/Albee too, but I ...Ooh, I saw (and enjoyed) <i>Beckett/Albee</i> too, but I wish I'd been there the night you were! He must have been so looking forward to that moment. <br /><br />I'm glad you didn't feel compelled to be polite to the student who took a call in your class. Good lord. Why do some people feel compelled to answer their phone, no matter what they're doing when it rings? The whole point of a cell phoneMolliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12350892542573842455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2666844792008996035.post-34489237251850120342007-01-11T18:43:00.000-05:002007-01-11T18:43:00.000-05:00I'm here from the Dizzies....
Two observations:
...I'm here from the Dizzies....<br /><br />Two observations:<br /><br />1. I well remember the first time a student took a call in one of my classes. It was my Literature Humanities section at Columbia a few years ago, and student G. was sitting right opposite me at the end of the seminar table. Her phone rang--rather than looking crushed with embarrassment and fumbling to turn it off, she Jenny Davidsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02295436498255927522noreply@blogger.com