Chicago Tribune theater review of The Moscow Cats Theatre: [link]
Spry as they may be, it's not as though the cats do so incredibly much here -- they sit in remote-controlled vehicles, climb ropes, float nonchalantly across the stage in various cat houses -- but the fact that they are doing anything at all brings a smile to your face. And the great thing about a cat circus -- as opposed to, say, dogs or dolphins -- is that the haughty felines can do any and all tricks without losing a shred of personal dignity.
Watch a Flipper or a Fido turn eager cartwheels and you get this nagging sense of exploitation. Cats, though, seem to do what they do purely for their own benefit. And if they're taking you for $50 or more as you watch that cat do that paw-stand (because that cat wants to do that paw-stand), so much the better for them. You'd swear this clever four-legged crew has a collective grin behind its whiskers.
Aillean, it is what actually got me watching House in the first place. I was watching with my mom and she has picked the show when they name checked
histiocytosis. And I was nodding my head at all their reasons for suspecting it.
Now they just need to have a case involving
teathered cord syndrome, either from a lipoma or a thickened filum terminale (what my son had).
From Nathan Fillion's blog:
ETA: This is flocked entry on MySpace. Sorry!
That sucks for Nathan. Maintain average human distance, people!
People suck!
Poor NF, after being such a great guy and showing up for free.
The phrase "I would pay to see him read the phone book" was invented for Keifer, I think.
that's fine. I'll have Dennis Haysbert, and we can trade when we get bored, in about 20 years.
I'm being forced to read a memo about legal compliance. Apparently I'm not allowed to bribe politicians on my company's behalf. Riiight. Like they pay me enough for that.
we can trade when we get bored
This is a good plan! I like this plan! We should add some other sexy voices, to break up the monotony. Or the sexnotony.
Um, right. Carry on.
Poor Nathan. Good for him, for saying something.
I would not grope anyone, but still, I have an inkling of sympathy for their compulsion and drunken lack of restraint, even though I know it was totally wrong, and way out-of-bounds.
Where's his blog, Allyson?
