Slow news day so far, which is not that unusual since Mondays tend to be my slow day, even during the season. Plus, we’re missing some key folks in the bullpen today, like our fearless Platoon Captain (whose daughter has a day off preschool today) and Beth, who often delights us with such tales as this one, which I wrote down but didn’t put in the blog last week because I thought it would work better with an illustration, which I never managed to produce:
On Wednesday Beth got recognized by a subscriber while on line at the sandwich truck near our office. She has no idea how he recognized her, except for maybe from the curtain speeches she sometimes delivers before the show. (You know, the whole “turn off your cell phones, thanks to our sponsors” thing.)
And then this exchange occurred, right here in the bullpen:
Paul: You never know when you’re going to be recognized, when you’re gonna get …
Stefanie (in silly voice): A new fan.
Beth: (Spits Coca-Cola out of her nose.)
So yeah … slow news day here in The Bullpen. I’ve been playing around with Twitter and Twittervision, trying to figure out What They Are, Exactly, and also What They Can Do For Me. But that’s not terribly exciting unless you’re actually stalking watching us on Twitter or Twittervision. So I’m going to go wander the building in search of a story for you. Ready … GO!
OK, I’m back. I asked what was going on in the Development honcho office, and just got a sigh, a “nose to the grindstone,” and a look of surprise when I mentioned I was “reporting for the blog.” (Oops – what, everyone doesn’t know about this?) Then I wandered into the back of the building, past the coffee machine, following the sound of a bandsaw toward the scene shop…
What’s that open door?
The costume shop. With the light on … but nobody’s home. And what are these?
Costumes from King Lear, recently returned from the Bruns Amphitheater.
… and reinterpreted by me, as …
And reinterpreted by my accomplice, Paul (who really should have been working on his capital campaign reports) as … well, I don’t know.
Whoever he is, he’s handy with a spray bottle, and (judging by the picture’s datestamp) quite the time traveler.
And then there was the J-Lo brand jumpsuit.
The size XL, J-Lo brand jumpsuit that we found, mysteriously, hanging perilously close to the Lear costumes.
The time-traveling parrot was just as confused about it as we were.