More Than You Wanted to Know

I'm not really sure what it says about me, but I broke my three week music-free stint by listening to the songs from Silence!, the musical adaptation of Silence of the Lambs currently playing at the New York City Fringe Festival. What's really weird is that I recognize one of the actors in the show. Buffalo Bill is being played by Stephen Bienskie, whom I know from the original off-b'way cast of The Last Session. Going from playing a young homophobic fundamentalist Baptist to a homicidal maniac who likes skinning fat women seems like a bit of a stretch to me, but then again, he was in Cats in between. Having to hear "Memory" eight times a week'll probably put you in just the right mood to murder anyone.

Y'know, The Lovely Wife(tm) didn't get pregnant to provide me with blogging material, but you'd think that while she was at it, she'd provide me with some amusing material to share with the rest of the world. I mean, Robin Williams and Bill Cosby have done hours of pregnancy-related standup material; I figured I'd get at least a post or two out of the whole situation. But no: this has been a ridiculously uneventful pregnancy (ptoo, ptoo, ptoo *assorted gestures to ward off the evil eye*), except that I find myself waking up in the middle of the night to throw on another blanket while TLW turns the AC level up to deep freeze and shrieks "it's ROASTING in here!"

The major syndrome that I've been unable to avoid, however, is the book-buying binge. Now, I'd be hypocritical to complain about anyone buying a lot of books (what with the Vertigo collection alone taking up more than a full shelf now), but TLW(tm) has purchased enough name dictionaries, "What to Expect" and "What to Buy"-type tomes, and "How to Raise a (Wonderful-Perfect-Respectful-Will-Come-Out-of-the-Womb-and-Start-Doing-YOUR-Work)Baby" manuals to fill a small room (remember, we live in a Manhattan apartment; EVERY room is a small room!). Of course, being a guy, I tend to go by the "get the manual when you need it" school of thought, which means that I'll skim the birth-six month book sometime when the kid's off in grade school, and check the "Toddler" series out while helping him/her out with his/her college application (we've really gotta come up with a gender-neutral noun other that "it," doncha think?), so I guess it balances out somewhat.