Goodbye sweet pirates!

Neenuh and Anna started Truth Pirates in July of 2007 as a way to share our adventures as recent graduates flung from coast to coast in pursuit of our dreams. TP was there as we moved from California to DC and back to Minnesota, as Neenuh decamped with the man o' her dreams to Portland for a few years, and as Anna started her first big-girl job. It's been with us through numerous signif oths, internships, jobs and travels to far-flung corners of the country. It's been with us through good times and bad, annoying coworkers, awesome concerts, embarrassing incidents and incredible triumphs.

But now, four years later, as we transition from being recent graduates to being kinda-sorta adults, we've decided to transition to different (yet as loving as ever) blogging endeavors. You can find Anna blogging with her beef Tom over at www.frecklemeat.com, and Neenuh at www.neenuhfranceypants.blogspot.com.

TP, it's been a pleasure. We love you. And we will miss you!

The most horrible thing you've heard all day.

Last night I watched Hello Dolly!, the 1969 film adaptation of the Broadway musical. It stars Barbra Streisand and has a special place in my heart because I was in this play in high school. When I realized it was available on instant Netflix, I decided to spend my Sunday night knitting and reminiscing.

As I watched, I was struck by the amazing, downright acrobatic talents of the dancers. I mean they are doing flips, no-handed cartwheels, incredibly impressive feats. And one actor in particular (who had a small part with not a lot of lines - Barnaby) was the best of them all.

<-- This guy. Danny Lockin. Ever heard of him? Probably not. AND HERE'S WHY. As I was exploring the cast list on IMDB, I noticed that next to Danny's name it said 1943-1977, which meant he only lived to be about 34, which is a shame because of how obviously awesome he was. Figuring he died of cancer or some sort of a freak accident, I explored his bio further. After describing Danny's childhood and career, the last line of his bio states, "The life of this wonderful and multi-talented man was tragically cut short when he was brutally murdered in 1977."

BRUTALLY MURDERED?! My skin crawled and I screamed out loud when I read that. What happened? Who would, and why would, and how? I investigated further. Apparently one day in August of '77, Danny's mom drove him to a taping of The Gong Show, a sort of talent show that he and another guy were competing in together. Clearly, they danced for their talent, and ended up tying for first place. After the show, Danny's mother was going to drive him home, but he wanted to go celebrate the win with his dancing partner, so his mom went on home without him.

So Danny and his bud stopped at a nearby bar and while there met this dude named Charles Leslie Hopkins. Later that night, back at his apartment, Charles called the cops, reporting a robbery. When the cops got there they found Danny's lifeless body, stabbed ONE HUNDRED TIMES with various stabbing instruments. Charles was charged with Danny's murder because in the apartment, police found a porno mag with pictures of torture/sex orgies which prosecutors later said was used as a script for Danny's brutal murder.

But hold on a minute. It seems like a closed case, right? Well. Because of a delayed trial, and an ill-timed U.S. Supreme Court ruling that limited the use of evidence at a crime scene without a search warrant, Charles ended up doing only TWO YEARS IN JAIL. He lived jail-free for decades and then died at age 63 from a heart attack.

Prior to Danny's murder, he was teaching dance, writing a play, and recording an album. I mean think of all the things he could have done with his life. He could have been on GLEE, for frick's sake! You know, in a cute little episode starring people from Broadway's past. Instead, he rests in a cemetery in Orange County. TEARS. :( So unfair. So horrible. So unfathomable. So tragic.

Understanding the history, myths, and adventures of women's sizing

I'm just going to put it right out there. Women's clothing sizes are not helpful. Consider the following images. Same person, same month, no major changes in body size or type (I would know; it's me).

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How does this even happen? What does this say about how we're marketed and sold to? And are we (the shoppers) participating in or even -- the cause of -- sizes changing and varying so drastically? 

Read the rest here!

Summer of shows!

You guys! It's show time. Steph and I just made it on a Six Ring team, which is the graduate level of the Brave New Institute, so we perform every other Tuesday starting tomorrow. Also, you may recall this delightful performance of in-the-dark improv called Batgirls. Well we'll be performing this three more times at a real show in June and July. Also, you might remember Zombie High School from last year. Well, the cast that brought you that piece of magic will be bringing you a new piece of magic this August. Get excited.

Six Ring Circus improv ($1):
Tues. April 26 at 7:30 pm brave new workshop
Tues May 10 at 7:30 pm brave new workshop
Tues. May 24 at 7:30 pm brave new workshop
Tues. May 31 at 7:30 pm brave new workshop
Tues. June 14 at 7:30 pm brave new workshop

Batgirls at Improv-a-go-go ($5):
Sun. June 5 at 8 pm HUGE Theater
Sun. June 12 at 8 pm HUGE Theater
Sun. July 3 at 8 pm HUGE Theater

"History Camp" Fringe shows ($12):
August 5 at 7 pm Mixed Blood
August 7 at 2:30 pm Mixed Blood
August 9 at 5:30 pm Mixed Blood
August 11 at 7 pm Mixed Blood

See you there! Unless you don't go. Then I'll just pretend you're there and do my best anyway. It'll still be fun. Don't worry. Ok love you bye.

Monster Stink Storms.

Watch TB Reed and his soul patch explain the intricacies and delicacies of fresh pit bull farts. Fun suggestion: follow my eyes as his lies deepen.

Lady Napkin Face

Our late night post-class happy hour was joined by Lady Napkin Face herself tonight. She sure does leave her mark. Especially on her wearer's tongue.

Pioneer woman pasta!

You guys! Look what I made in my teeny kitchen! It's this with a few exchanges and additions if you wanna make it too.

Adventures in Big World!

Things can get a little crazy at Ladies Weekend. They can also get a little...helpful. Don't you wish you knew how to operate your daily life in Big World? Well, now you do. Learn how to floss, brush your teeth, apply makeup, knit, drive your car, and so many other things in this very helpful and instructional video. Just...you're welcome.

You live on Avenue Q!

Avenue Q opens tonight! Starring TB Reed! The puppets, the singing, the antics, so great. Also, see the lady top right? She was so good that after the show I gave her an attack hug. Luckily she was nice and didn't even mace me.

Here's a little info about this show. It is an "autobiographical and biographical" coming-of-age parable, addressing and satirizing the issues and anxieties associated with entering adulthood. Its characters lament that as children, they were assured by their parents, and by children's television programs such as Sesame Street, that they were "special" and "could do anything"; but as adults, they have discovered to their surprise and dismay that in the real world their options are not unlimited, and they are no more "special" than anyone else.

Top 5 reasons America's Got Talent is a farcical piece of crap.

• The audience is taught how to boo before the show starts, asked to practice it, and encouraged to standing-ovation boo anytime they don't like someone.
• Audience members who scream out in the middle of acts or while the judges are talking are not only allowed to do so, but also rewarded with free gifts and camera time.
• At least every other act, at the celebrity judge audition level, is put in to be a fall-guy for people to laugh at and the judges to berate.
• Out of 12 people that I saw audition, some of the ones that passed on to the next level are a talking parrot, elderly bottle players, and a woman who sang a mediocre-at-best alto version of Ave Maria.
• The judges ask contestants the same questions multiple times until the contestant finally answers the way the judge wants them to, then that's the take they keep.

There are more, so many more, but I'm too seething with rage to type.