Random thoughts

Regular readers will not doubt be curious as to why I described the sinking of the RMS Titanic yesterday in the context of the decline of Edwardian society. I have been accused by Lesley of not providing a satisfactory image of whatever I am describing. That conversation somehow evolved, as these things happen to a discussion of the dance band on the Titanic. Lesley pronounced my description of the events of that awful night worthy and that I should put them in my blog. Apparently this description did not measure up. At some later date I might try again, focusing less on the historical background and implications and more on the actual people on the ill fated ship.

In the spirit of journaling however I would like to briefly summarize the past few days events.

I went to a company Christmas party on Friday, this time it was my employer, no spouses allowed. As this relates directly to my employer I feel it would be improper for me to describe it, suffice it to say I had to leave early to deal with vendor issues, I was not as upset about this as I might have been in other years.


Friday night Lesley and I went to Second City and watched Facebook of Revelations. An entertaining evening to be sure, but the audience was a far cry from the usual live entertainment set. Alright I am going to be an original type of elitist here but when you go to the theater for live entertainment there are some really basic rules that the plebeian mobs just don't seem able to cope with. As follows:

1. Shut the fuck up! If I wanted to here your idiotic running commentary I'd pay you and not the theater to see the show. As it is, I pay the theater company because, news flash, I came to watch and listen to the actors, not the audience.
2. Sit down and refrain from moving for the duration of the show. You are allowed to get up for the washroom, but don't get up for kicks. You are in fact blocking someones view. If you do take a washroom break, don't go back to your seat until the end of the scene.
   
3. If it is dinner theater, just because I'm captive does not mean my wallet is. If you want to be cheap, the food prices should be cheap, if you want to charge a lot for food I don't expect watered down pop and according to Lesley a bad cocktail. Next time Lesley and I go The Second City, if we ever do go back, (it was a good, not great, but not bad, play after all) expect me to bring in a couple cans of coke in my jacket pocket and maybe some French Fries in Lesley's purse.

You know I read these rules and it dawns on me, I'm not being elitist at all, I'm being rational. Well maybe I should toss some cheap shots at Mississauga or something?

On an unrelated note, I was recently directed to this article on sports drinks it would seem Gatorade isn't all its cracked up to be, it would probably be a worthwhile exercise for everyone to read that at some point, before your next workout.