I have no idea what happened, but somehow a post announcing a bit more Fringe coverage at Gothamist just completely disappeared, and I definitely don't have time to rewrite what I'm sure you know must have been Pulitzer or Peabody-quality writing. I mean it was a brilliant post, I tell you. Probably the best I've ever written, yet it's gone, completely. So you'll just have to take my word for it.
Meanwhile, the Fringe Festival is going into its last weekend, and between trying to hit the ground running with this four-week job I'm on and covering Fringe shows, and the bachelor party which wrecked me, and being utterly out of it and sick on Wednesday, I'm just getting nothing else done. That's right: I'm failing myself again with the film preview, and it's sad because there's so much to talk about this week. I don't know -- maybe I'll do it tomorrow or something after getting some Ted Leo refreshment at the seaport today. As it is, I tried to get to three more Fringe shows yesterday, but the first one I saw was so horrible (ahhh ... nostalgia for the Fringe of yesteryear) that when I arrived at the last minute at the second one and it was already "sold out," I decided I didn't have it in me to try to get in (which I probably could have done) and just went home where I promptly crashed after watching Big Brother (yeah, it actually kind of rocks this summer -- people really hate each other), then wrote the Gothamist post, and then forced myself to bed rather than watching The Divorcee like I really wanted.
But I digress, and today especially, I don't have time for digressions. Reviews for the very funny The Last Two Minutes of the Complete Works of Henrik Ibsen and the utterly horrible The Magnificent Hour are right here along with some other notable shows also playing this weekend. I'm hoping to get to at least three more shows this weekend, but I also have to really focus and start my (ugh) new apartment hunt. More on that another time.
Oh yeah and movies? (Sigh) Hopefully I'll have more time and handle my schedule better come September. See all of you who think I'm a cynical pessimist (oh yes, I know you're out there), I'm full of hope! It's never realistic, and it rarely comes to fruition, but full of hope nonetheless.