Well here I am, once again, fresh from another fight with the Demon Shower of 6th floor Wimmer. I have determined that it is possessed with something whose sole desire is to make sure that I do not ever enjoy my shower whenever I use that shower stall. Wimmer is known for its excellent water pressure, especially when it comes to the showers. The Demon Shower tends to have the water pressure of a baby that is spitting up. Wimmer is also known for showers that can become quite toasty at an alarming rate of speed. I turned the hot knob on the whole way, and it was no more than lukewarm. Well most of the time it is only lukewarm. I have calculated that every time a person flushes a toilet in the entire building, there is a brief second of scalding hot water that blasts you in a rather uncomfortable manner. It may only last a second, but it certainly catches your attention, especially when you have just put your face into the spray to remove stray shampoo from where it has appeared near your eyes. My life is exciting, is it not?
On another vein, my roommate and I went to Light Up Night the other evening, and it was pretty OK. It wasn’t the most amazing thing that I had ever attended, but I suppose that I could not get into the “holiday spirit.” I’m sorry, but watching fireworks while listening to Christmas music when Thanksgiving is not for another week is not particularly festive to me. I must say the highlight of the night was when we went into the Hilton. Just to let you know, this particular hotel is home to the largest revolving door in the world. Yeah, I got to walk through it. Twice. It was so big that it was automatic because it was too heavy to push, and you probably could have transported a baby grand (piano) in one of the sections. I also had some almonds that were pretty good. To be honest with you, I really am not a big fan of cities or big crowds. So, this whole excursion was not exactly my forte.
My third story of this entry pertains to the excellent production Shakespeare’s play “Hamlet” by the Shakespeare Club. I thought that all of the people in it were excellent, and they did a great job. The audience, however, needed some work. I was about ready to bust out my ninja skills and take some people out, but then I would have been worse than the audience to begin with. Shakespeare had a habit of stating the obvious when people died in his plays. When a great deal of the characters die in his plays they say “OH, I am slain” or something like that. The lines were written in such an obvious manner because The Globe Theater, where Shakespeare’s plays were originally performed was nothing like the theatres of today. There were all kinds of things going on in The Globe, only one of which was the actual play. The distractions meant that anything exciting, like a death, had to be announced to the audience. Apparently the majority of the modern audience finds the “OH, I am slain” line to be hilarious. Every time someone died, the theater erupted into guffaws as if it was a Dane Cook sketch. The merriment was not in tune with someone’s death.
Imagine the scenario in real life. A person gathers his family together to tell them that he has inoperable brain cancer, and that he is going to die. The family erupts into laughter. He tries to explain the particulars, such as the amount of time that he has left, or the awkward effects of the tumor such as random bouts of inexplicable folk singing, but they are still too busy laughing. Uncle Alfred has turned blue in the face, but will not stop laughing enough to take a proper breath, and passes out. Aunt Enid revives him with a kick to the gut while convulsing with laughter, and all of their children, their brothers and their sisters are chuckling, and tittering, and guffawing, and Uncle Leonard breaks out his laugh that sounds suspiciously like the bray of a donkey that he only uses on special occasions. Even the cat and dog are piled on top of each other and howling with glee. I would say that this sort of reaction to bad news is largely inappropriate. I suppose I will just congratulate the entire Shakespeare Club for an awesome performance, and just leave it at that.
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