:: Working 9 to 5... ::

Back in the office today after the am-dram fest of the weekend. For your information, the header refers to the Dolly Parton song for the film of the same name. This, together with Elton John's Your Song, has been floating round on my Internal Jukebox all day, much to my irritation.

Thanks to my involvement in another play, I'm not suffering from the usual post-production hiatus; it's just going to be a big shift from slimy, sleazy investment banker to Shakespearean jester. Big thanks to all the people who came to see me strut my stuff: including my Mum, Tigger, Popsicle and Dobson. Your support was much appreciated.

Having taken yesterday off to do all the things I should have done at home when I was rehearsing over the past 2 weeks (washing, cleaning, gardening), I discovered my inbox brimming with web goodies to share. So here, in no particular order are a few of the juiciest morsels. To start us off, the obligatory b3ta pilferage:

Today's bijou featurette is on that bête noire of internet users worldwide: the family website. I've always thought it perfectly reasonable to set up a site for creative purposes - for writing, photography, webdesign. But why on earth do people feel the urge to share the mundanities of their daily lives on websites no-one looks at? Everyone who uses the net regularly has come across badly written, cringeworthy examples in the genre, which artlessly tell of the Richardson's caravanning trip to Wales or promise pictures of little Jamie's infected toenail.

Whilst I wouldn't be cruel enough to post a link to my boss's site, which certainly verges on the dull end of the spectrum ("look at the pictures of our wedding in Croatia"), I'm happy to provide two other examples here, notable for the weirdness of their authors and the frankness of their respective biographies. This site is distinguished only by the odd mug shots and the pervading air of geekdom on the front page. A quick read of this, confirms that all may not be well in the Gunn household. It is possibly the most spectacular first line to a web page I have ever read. I found this site (almost) inexplicably funny. Sadly as it's a yahoo hosted site with severely restricted bandwidth allowances, it's not always visible.

For my more puerile (why do people always spell that word wrongly?) perusers, a job ad in the Viz mould.

And my favourite PB post from today:

Kathy Burke
was invited by Liza Minnelli to her husband Davids 50th party (it didnt say 50th what; Im assuming facelift). She said no (having never met them before). The RSVP slip had 2 boxes to tick. The first read "I accept with pleasure". The second read "I decline with regret". How fucking camp?? The invite had a photo of the 2 of them holding hands, airbrushed to within an inch of their lives. this is how I imagine Posh n Becks in 70 years.
godzilla, 9:17 20/5

The Lord help us...