Tag Archives: Jason Robert Brown

Haiku Review: The Bridges of Madison County

14 Feb

Well hello there!! I know, I know, it’s been a long time. What can I say, I wandered. But now I am back, awakening this here blog from its long slumber.

I see that the last time I posted it was about ‘Far From Heaven’*, and my final thought was that I couldn’t wait to see the Kelli O’Hara and Steven Pasquale in ‘The Bridges of Madison County’, where they could play a couple who actually wanted to make out with each other instead of the sexless duo of ‘Far From Heaven’. Well, funnily enough on Wednesday I saw Bridges, and BOY HOWDY ARE THOSE TWO GOOD AT PLAYING A COUPLE WHO WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH EACH OTHER. Dayamn!**

But, as we all know, my general philosophy is never to talk about something when I could butcher an ancient form of Japanese poetry about it instead. So without further ado, some Haiku for ‘The Bridges of Madison County’:

It is freezing out
But on mid-45th street
It is steamy hot.

For real, Francesca.
Dump your family and their cow.
You’ve seen Robert’s abs.

So, we all agree
Whitney Bashor is a star
In the making, yes?

If the teenage boys
look like that, Iowa cows
Are full of Muscle Milk.

You know that a show
Has hit your heart when the tears
Start to hit your boobs.

Jason Robert Brown
Between this, Parade, 13…
Uch, I can’t even.

A great love story
For eternity and more
Is me and this show.

*Go back to my haikus about Far From Heaven, the first one absolutely applies here too. That Kelli O’Hara, man. She just sings right to your heart.
**I thought of a line I love regarding this particular heat, but it is far too filthy to post in public and I don’t want to scandalize my proper WASP ancestors. So if you’re curious and you see me around, ask me and I’ll tell you.

In Which I Make Your Day

29 Jul

Okay, first of all, look around you. Are you at your workplace? Are you supposed to acutally be doing work at said workplace? Does this work not usually involve giggling like a possessed schoolgirl? Are you currently drinking a beverage that is best not spat all over your keyboard in a failed attempt to bring in oxygen while you laugh?

If the answers to these questions are yes, then you might to wait on this one. But if you really, really need a cure for a draggy Friday afternoon and can pretend that your convulsive snorting contained laughter is some sort of yogic breathing exercise, then click HERE.

You’re welcome.

 

 

 

 

(Big props to Jason Robert Brown and Whitney Anderson, who sent on this genius via twitter. And, of course, to the fine people and animals of animalsbeingdicks.com, for being awesome.)