::Monday, October 27, 2008::
Phour months? Phuck.
You were always on my mind, yet I couldn't bring myself to write. I figured way too much has happened, I can't possibly describe them all in one entry. Yet I feel like if I don't write this at all, the sweet memory will soon fade, and it will be forever lost in the void.
The first two events that come to my mind, may sound cheesy, but I refuse to lose them, so I must share it now.
ONE: Seeing ALL of Daniel Radcliffe. That's right. Mr. Harry Potter in his birthday suit. I pay $126 to watch a story of an adolescent who's fascination with horses leads him to commit a disturbing crime. Believe me I had second thoughts of whether I was paying $126 for the play or for the actor, I don't want to believe that I would sink 'that' low if it were the latter. Turns out the play is very deep, psychological and overall enjoyable. If I was an English major, I'd continue reading on and delve into its deeper meanings. I can see many dimensions of Alan Strang (Radcliffe), and the psychiatrist (Griffiths aka Uncle Vernon) that are calling out to be explored.
When we tried to get Radcliffe's autograph after our show, there were just too many people crowding around, that my jeans fell to the ground...how the hell that happened, your guess is as good as mine. So a couple of weeks later my friend and I decide to stay outside the theater so we can be in front of the line for Daniel's autograph.After a two-ish hour wait, sure enough there he was, signing playbills and posters, and talking with that English-accent of his.
So why do I want this memory kept? Because I was intrigued on how a well-known actor, who you'd assume would forever be stereotyped as Harry Potter, can step out of the wizard boundaries and show what else he's capable of doing. During the play I saw less of Harry Potter, and more of the troubled Alan Strang. That's a damn hard thing to do, and many actors can't pull it off successfully (sorry Jackie Chan =/). My hats are off to those actors who have that blessed talent of not acting as one character, but a whole range.
My second, and so far my best Monday Memory: Stephen Tyrone Colbert.
Miraculously, not only was I able to obtain tickets (if you're a bum like me who's on the internet 24/7, getting tickets aren't as hard as people think it is),but I got it on a Monday, Columbus day; the one day I have one morning class, and no work afterwards due to the holiday. I leave as soon a class finishes and spend my five-hour wait studying for psychology. So I was near first in line, AND doing something productive. When it was time to enter the studio, we were checked by security, then waited in an unkempt room where a TV featured some Colbert clips. It's a huge difference watching the show in my room by myself at 11:30pm, versus with a huge crowd of people; with everyone laughing together, the jokes just become funnier. Finally it was time to enter the stage, and I gotta say, IT. IS. SMALL. About 1/2 smaller than it looks on TV. In fact, the studio workers said it could fit a little over a hundred, but we must laugh twice as louder and clap twice as faster, so it sounds like there's over 200 people. Nevertheless I was in awe of the place: the taped silhouette on the floor where Colbert broke his wrist, the Captain America shield, the C-serifed desk, Dr. House on his mantle, his EMMY (I never dreamed I'd be 30 feet away from an Emmy). I was giddy. After much anticipation, Colbert himself came out, and gosh for a Monday Show, I've never seen a man in his mid-forties, so excited and jump so high in the air. He spend about 10 minutes answering questions (out of character), and God I regret not asking one. Any tips on what I should've asked? They say the most common question is 'Boxers or briefs?' and he shows it rather than answers X).
Finally it was time to tape the show, and we the audience cheered, laughed, and clapped all we wanted. So...in summary? I just have a forever love for this comedian. I dunno how he could create such a smart and witty show every night. You can definitely tell he wa the head boss of the show, during commercial breaks he'd be crossing out notes or scribbling additional jokes to try for the next sketch. The atmosphere was just awesome, as rock music would be playing and Colbert would be dancing and singing along. Withing 40-ish minutes it was all over. We laughed and cried one last time before we were escorted out. I just felt so happy and confident that I went to a McDonalds and ordered 3 Double-quarter pounders. Yep. No lie. Though I somewhat regret it because I didn't eat all three in one night. Lol oh well.
So there's my two. They are now posted here and until this blog crashes (GAH NO!), I can always go back to this entry and relive them again.
Haha this feels good, as if I am rediscovering an excited feeling I had lost long ago. I will definitely be updating again soon.
Phour months? Phuck.
You were always on my mind, yet I couldn't bring myself to write. I figured way too much has happened, I can't possibly describe them all in one entry. Yet I feel like if I don't write this at all, the sweet memory will soon fade, and it will be forever lost in the void.
The first two events that come to my mind, may sound cheesy, but I refuse to lose them, so I must share it now.
ONE: Seeing ALL of Daniel Radcliffe. That's right. Mr. Harry Potter in his birthday suit. I pay $126 to watch a story of an adolescent who's fascination with horses leads him to commit a disturbing crime. Believe me I had second thoughts of whether I was paying $126 for the play or for the actor, I don't want to believe that I would sink 'that' low if it were the latter. Turns out the play is very deep, psychological and overall enjoyable. If I was an English major, I'd continue reading on and delve into its deeper meanings. I can see many dimensions of Alan Strang (Radcliffe), and the psychiatrist (Griffiths aka Uncle Vernon) that are calling out to be explored.
When we tried to get Radcliffe's autograph after our show, there were just too many people crowding around, that my jeans fell to the ground...how the hell that happened, your guess is as good as mine. So a couple of weeks later my friend and I decide to stay outside the theater so we can be in front of the line for Daniel's autograph.After a two-ish hour wait, sure enough there he was, signing playbills and posters, and talking with that English-accent of his.
So why do I want this memory kept? Because I was intrigued on how a well-known actor, who you'd assume would forever be stereotyped as Harry Potter, can step out of the wizard boundaries and show what else he's capable of doing. During the play I saw less of Harry Potter, and more of the troubled Alan Strang. That's a damn hard thing to do, and many actors can't pull it off successfully (sorry Jackie Chan =/). My hats are off to those actors who have that blessed talent of not acting as one character, but a whole range.
My second, and so far my best Monday Memory: Stephen Tyrone Colbert.
Miraculously, not only was I able to obtain tickets (if you're a bum like me who's on the internet 24/7, getting tickets aren't as hard as people think it is),but I got it on a Monday, Columbus day; the one day I have one morning class, and no work afterwards due to the holiday. I leave as soon a class finishes and spend my five-hour wait studying for psychology. So I was near first in line, AND doing something productive. When it was time to enter the studio, we were checked by security, then waited in an unkempt room where a TV featured some Colbert clips. It's a huge difference watching the show in my room by myself at 11:30pm, versus with a huge crowd of people; with everyone laughing together, the jokes just become funnier. Finally it was time to enter the stage, and I gotta say, IT. IS. SMALL. About 1/2 smaller than it looks on TV. In fact, the studio workers said it could fit a little over a hundred, but we must laugh twice as louder and clap twice as faster, so it sounds like there's over 200 people. Nevertheless I was in awe of the place: the taped silhouette on the floor where Colbert broke his wrist, the Captain America shield, the C-serifed desk, Dr. House on his mantle, his EMMY (I never dreamed I'd be 30 feet away from an Emmy). I was giddy. After much anticipation, Colbert himself came out, and gosh for a Monday Show, I've never seen a man in his mid-forties, so excited and jump so high in the air. He spend about 10 minutes answering questions (out of character), and God I regret not asking one. Any tips on what I should've asked? They say the most common question is 'Boxers or briefs?' and he shows it rather than answers X).
Finally it was time to tape the show, and we the audience cheered, laughed, and clapped all we wanted. So...in summary? I just have a forever love for this comedian. I dunno how he could create such a smart and witty show every night. You can definitely tell he wa the head boss of the show, during commercial breaks he'd be crossing out notes or scribbling additional jokes to try for the next sketch. The atmosphere was just awesome, as rock music would be playing and Colbert would be dancing and singing along. Withing 40-ish minutes it was all over. We laughed and cried one last time before we were escorted out. I just felt so happy and confident that I went to a McDonalds and ordered 3 Double-quarter pounders. Yep. No lie. Though I somewhat regret it because I didn't eat all three in one night. Lol oh well.
So there's my two. They are now posted here and until this blog crashes (GAH NO!), I can always go back to this entry and relive them again.
Haha this feels good, as if I am rediscovering an excited feeling I had lost long ago. I will definitely be updating again soon.