I have picked up the quill once again.
I have long withheld my opinions from this world and I fear the world suffers for it.
I shake off the cobwebs and endeavor to blog in truth and honesty. Actually I now have two blogs. This one and a secret one. The following is the first entry of my secret blog and will explain why I now have two......

"My Blog "Exanimo" meaning "From the Heart" began with the best intentions of writing truth and honesty but I found that it isn't easy to bare your soul to the public. I will still keep up exanimo but it will be purely for entertainment. It wont contain my blackest secrets. That's what this place is for. It's only for me to read so I can feel free to sound stupid, say nothing funny or intelligent, use no alliteration or other clever writing devices etc etc.
Ten Past Twelve! Time to retire, I'm tuckered!
Damn!"
Here is an image of the terribly secret site. I guess that's all I have to say about that. Now, on with the blogging.... We have been to see some plays recently.
I highly recommend any philatheatralis to research your plays before you go.
Bad plays are different than bad movies in that you don’t feel wracked with guilt if you leave half way through a movie. Leaving a play during intermission means that upon commencement of the second act there will be two gapingly empty seats, like two missing teeth, practically screaming your negative review at the poor actors on stage who then have to stumble through the second act without breaking down into tears of rejection. It just isn’t done.
One of these we survived recently was called “Jacques Brel is Alive And Well In Paris”.
I wish he weren’t.
I can’t speak for everyone here. You might enjoy this play.
I can’t criticize the performance of the cast, the playing of the musicians, the subtle lighting effects.
You might enjoy this play…. If you were the kind of child whose sweetest moments where when you stood in front of your mommy as she explained to you that Santa Claus is a big lie she has been telling you for 6 years or when your very first girlfriend in grade 6 told you that you were a big loser and dropped you for your best friend. If these moments in life thrilled you to excitement you might enjoy this play.
If you are sent to dizzying heights of joy when being fired from jobs, delight in hearing about friends suicides or discovering that you have a tapeworm, then this play is for you my friend.
If not, I wouldn’t recommend it.