Maikeru

According to the Japanese Translator

This is what the name “Michael” looks like in Japanese:

Maikeru (Michael)

It is pronounced “MAIKERU“. (Consonants are pronounced more or less the same way as in English. “A” sounds like a in father, but shorter. “I” sounds like ee in meet, but shorter. “U” sounds like oo in hook, but with less rounding of the lips. “E” sounds like e in met.)

(via Gregor)

Face Analyzer

Jacqueline pointed out the Face Analyzer, an automated online tool where you upload a photograph and it process the photo to determine everything from your nationality to your personality. This struck me as worth killing a few minutes playing with, so I grabbed a recent headshot of me from when I got my new glasses, and sent it in. The results were something of a surprise:

100% SE Asian, Female

100% South East Asian — and female.

I never knew. You’d think that my folks would have clued me in about this at some point in my life.

Undaunted, I cropped the photo down a bit so that there was less background, wondering if giving the system less background junk would help it concentrate on my face.

100% SE Asian, Male

Well, it at least got the sex right that time. I’m really curious as to how it’s coming up with the nationality, though — to most people (who, admittedly, aren’t automated software systems [or if they are, I haven’t figured it out yet]), the red hair and pale-to-the-point-of-translucence skin tends to indicate northern European ancestry, typically either Irish, Scottish, or possibly the general Scandinavian areas.

I guess they’re all wrong. South East Asian it is. After all, if you can’t believe what you read on the ‘net, what can you believe?

The personality profile section was just as silly, and just as accurate.

Bloggers’ Rights and Blogophobia

With the news of another weblogger losing his job because of posts on his weblog — this time Joe of the Woolamaloo Gazette — the issues of what webloggers can and cannot expect to be able to post on their weblogs has started bubbling ’round the blogosphere again.

This time, Ellen Simonetti of Queen of Sky, who lost her job as a flight attendant due to pictures she posted on her weblog, has started a project she’s called the Bloggers’ Bill of Rights. I’ve had a few people e-mail me about this (including Ellen herself), but I’ve been holding off on posting anything about it until I’d had some time to think about it.

The Bloggers’ Bill of Rights

The Bill of Rights reads as follows:

We, the inhabitants of the Blogosphere, do hereby proclaim that bloggers everywhere are entitled to the following basic rights:

FREEDOM TO BLOG.

FREEDOM FROM PERSECUTION AND RETALIATION BECAUSE OF OUR BLOGS:

  1. If an employer wishes to discipline an employee because of his/her blog, it must first establish clear-cut blogging policies and distribute these to all of its employees.
  2. Blogging employees shall be given warning before being disciplined because of their blogs.
  3. NO ONE shall be fired because of his/her blog, unless the employer can prove that the blogger did intentional damage to said employer through the blog.

Blogophobic companies, who violate the Bloggers’ Bill of Rights, will be blacklisted by millions of bloggers the world over.

After running this around in my head for a couple days to be sure of where I stood on this, I’ve got to admit that I may end up taking a rather unpopular stance — but I can’t help but think that while I appreciate the ideals behind this, this particular effort seems rather silly, pointless, and unlikely to be of any real consequence.

First off, there’s the simple fact that this is not a real “Bill of Rights” in any real legal sense (which Ellen has made sure to call attention to). Well-intentioned as it is, it carries no weight whatsoever beyond that which the participants give it, and as the sole participants are going to be those webloggers who sign on to it, it makes the whole thing pretty one-sided.

As for the three points of the Bill:

  1. If an employer wishes to discipline an employee because of his/her blog, it must first establish clear-cut blogging policies and distribute these to all of its employees.

    While a specific, targeted, “clear-cut blogging policy” sounds good, and there are a few companies starting to implement such things, I ‘m not entirely sure if it’s a necessary thing in most cases, and it seems rather redundant if you’re working under a Non-Disclosure Agreement.

    Terrance has been thinking about this side of it more than I have:

    But what should a corporate policy on blogging look like? That’s something I never quite got back to wrapping my brain around but seeing this list of people who were fired for blogging got me thinking about it again.

    For employers, assume that your employees are going to blog, and establish clear guidelines to guide them should they choose to do so. Make the penalties for not abiding by the policy clear, such as under what circumstances an employee will be warned and under what circumstances an employee will be terminated where blogging is concerned. And, of course, one of the best things to do is to set an example by starting a company blog if appropriate.

    If you’re publishing something to the ‘net, then you need to think very carefully about the fact that you’re publishing something. The ‘net is a public forum. You’re not talking to one or two friends over a pint in the local bar — you’re putting that information out for Google and the entire world to see. Even if you generally only have a small handful of friends and family visiting your website, if the site is publicly available, than you have a potential audience larger than any printed newspaper or magazine on the face of the planet, and once a post is made, it makes no difference whether your words were printed with ink on paper or electrons on a screen.

    If you’re under an NDA, than it’s blindingly simple: don’t talk about anything covered by the NDA. Period. Hopefully nobody’s foolish enough to question that.

    If you’re not under an NDA, it may seem a little hazy, especially without a blogging policy in place. Many people think that attempting to blog anonymously, using pseudonyms for their co-workers or employer will keep them safe. I tend to think that that’s a somewhat naïve belief, something that I’ve talked about in the past (when I chose to start weblogging under my given name, and again when I was wrapping up my experiences with Microsoft). Really, it’s very simple, and boils down to common sense: if something you write might get you in trouble, assume the worst before you post it for the world to see.

    Maybe it seems a little overly paranoid — but while there are times when it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission, that’s not a game that I think is very reasonable when it comes to your employment.

  2. Blogging employees shall be given warning before being disciplined because of their blogs.

    Oh, how I wish I’d been given a warning and the opportunity to delete my offending post! I don’t have any problem at all with this clause — in fact, I think that in quite a few of the cases where webloggers have been dismissed from their jobs (including mine, Ellen’s, and Joe’s), a warning or even mild disciplinary action on the part of the company would have been far preferable to simply firing the offending employee.

    However, that’s a decision that is solely up to the company. We as webloggers can sign all the agreements, petitions, and Bills of Rights that we want, but it’s the employer that makes the final call, not the employee. My one hope is that as more of these cases come to light, more employers will realize that they’ll receive far less bad publicity and word of mouth by requesting that the offending material be deleted and reprimanding the employee, rather than simply cutting all ties as quickly as possible. However, until and unless that happens — and some companies may decide that it’s not worth the risk of keeping the employee around, even with the potential bad press — it’s far better to err on the side of caution (at least if you’d like to continue receiving a steady paycheck).

  3. NO ONE shall be fired because of his/her blog, unless the employer can prove that the blogger did intentional damage to said employer through the blog.

    First off, and most importantly, again, this is solely up to the discretion of the employer.

    That said, how does one define “intentional damage” — and why “intentional”? What if an employee were to blog about a project of a co-workers that they’d been peripherally involved in, only to find out later that it was a secret project? They weren’t part of the main team and hadn’t signed a specific NDA regarding that project, so any damage that publishing that information may have done to the company wouldn’t have been intentional — but that wouldn’t mean it was any less damaging to the company, or that the employee was any less at fault for having disclosed the information.

    What we as employees, customers, and webloggers see as damaging might be (and likely is) far different from what a company would see as damaging, especially if we can be seen in any way as representing the company. Joe Shmoe on the street saying “Product X sucks” is one thing, a programmer on the Product X team saying the same thing in their weblog is very different, even if the average reader might not know that the weblogger is associated with that project.

In the end, it really boils down to something very simple: it’s the employer that holds the cards. That certainly doesn’t mean that they should be able to get away with doing anything they wish (as has been demonstrated many times over the years through unions, strikes, and so on), but it does mean that the employee needs to take their employer into consideration before publishing work-related subjects to their website.

Lastly, about this “…blacklisted by millions of bloggers the world over” bit. Nothing personal to Ellen or anyone else who’s signed, but so far, there’s all of 44 signatories to this — a far cry from “millions of webloggers.” Plus, even if this did gain traction and there were millions — or even thousands — of participating bloggers…blacklisted?

So, anyone who has signed or is about to sign this thing is pledging not to mention or support any of these companies in any way? That’s going to be interesting to see. Apple‘s on that list, so there better not be any Mac users — and if there are, then I hope they’re not planning on covering the Macworld Expo that starts tomorrow. Microsoft might be on the list, too. With both Apple and Microsoft on the list, I assume that everyone who’s signed up so far are either currently using Linux, some Unix variant, BeOS, or Amiga computers, or about to make the switch. Starbucks is on there — that’s going to seriously cut into the number of Seattle webloggers that sign up.

Anyway, you get my point.

Is Microsoft ‘Blogophobic’?

Apparently, there’s been a fair amount of back-and-forth discussion in the comments to Ellen’s list of Blogophobic companies as to whether or not Microsoft should be listed, with my experiences being one of the more prominent arguments for why they should be. Ellen e-mailed me tonight to ask my opinion.

In short: Absolutely not.

What, you’re surprised? The guy who got booted off the Microsoft campus for posting a picture on his weblog doesn’t think that Microsoft belongs on the Blogophobic list?

Damn skippy I don’t. I’ve had the same opinion of what happened to me ever since the incident took place: I made a mistake, and while I think Microsoft could have handled the situation better than they did, they were entirely within their rights to do what they did.

From my wrap-up posted two days after I was ushered off campus:

Who’s to blame? In the end — me. I really don’t blame Microsoft for their actions. By my best guess, they saw me as breaking the rules…and decided that rather than give me a second chance and run the risk of me doing something similar in the future, it would be better to just cut me loose before I could do any more damage. […] I may not like the way that they handled this. […] However, I cannot fault them for making the decision that they did, however much I wish that that they had made a different decision.

As the old saying goes, “If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.” Not only did I happen to be one of the first highlypublicized cases of a major company dismissing someone for a weblog post, but that company was Microsoft, which added a whole new angle to the stories. Not only was Microsoft dismissing someone for reasons that many people would find trivial, but the person they were dismissing was an admitted fan of traditional rival Apple’s products — and it was a photo of those very products which triggered the entire thing! You couldn’t ask for a better setup than that for another round of Microsoft bashing.

However, as with most things, it’s hardly that simple. There are two major reasons why I don’t believe my experiences should put Microsoft in the “Blogophobic” category.

  1. I was in the wrong.

    As I’ve said before, I made a mistake. I may wish that Microsoft had taken a different approach after finding my post, but it was my mistake, and I paid the price. Life goes on.

  2. Microsoft supports weblogging.

    Robert Scoble has been a prominent and prolific Microsoft weblogger for quite some time now, since long before I was dismissed. He’s also quite good a what he does — I may not always agree with him (apparently they forgot to stock the snackroom in my building on the Microsoft campus with the right Kool-Aid), but he’s a fan of Microsoft’s work, and he writes what he believes.

    He also doesn’t just blindly fawn over everything Microsoft does (though, admittedly, there are times when it seems like it). However, he knows the difference between saying something like “Product X sucks” (as in my example above) and saying “we need to work on this.” It may seem like a minor thing, but there’s a huge difference in tone there. I know I’ve seen him say that there are areas and products where Microsoft could do better, but I don’t think I’ve seen him out-and-out slam Microsoft for something.

    (There’s also one huge difference between Robert and I — he is employed directly by Microsoft, while I was a third-party contractor. The gap between being a Microsoft employee and being an employee of a temp agency who contracts you to a second company who happens to provide on-campus services to Microsoft is immense.)

    Beyond Robert, though, there are a multitude of Microsoft-employed webloggers. blogs.msdn.com currently lists 1,239 different weblogs — that really doesn’t sound like a company that’s afraid of letting its employees blog to me. I’d bet that every single one of those webloggers knows where to draw the line between what is and what is not permissible to talk about on their sites, too.

    Much as it pains me to point this out, too, I have to ask — are there any current Apple employees aside from Dave Hyatt weblogging? Not that I’m about to chuck my PowerMac G5 out the door, buy a PC and drink the Kool-Aid (at least that flavor, I’m still quite happy with my Apple-flavored Kool-Aid) over an issue as trivial as this, but if you really want to use this as a basis for comparing whether a company is blog-friendly or not, Microsoft really isn’t doing badly at all.

So, to sum up: The Bloggers’ Bill of Rights, while well-motivated, doesn’t look to me to be all that useful in the real world; Microsoft isn’t ‘Blogophobic’; and I talk a lot when given the opportunity. Geez. See what happens when someone actually asks my opinion on something? Over 2,400 words on whether people should be surprised when they get canned for being snarky about their job on their weblog.

You’re probably better of leaving me to play with silly online quizzes and memes. Less pain for your newsreader, at the very least. ;)

Dominant Intelligence

Silly meme time…

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

(via John (Logical-Mathmatical? You freak!) and Terrance)

Hey…what’s all that white stuff?

Well, it finally happened — after nearly a week of wild rumors and near-panic (I had no less than three of my customers at work plan ‘snow days’ last Thursday based on the weather reports), it’s finally actually snowing in Seattle this morning.

I just might need to wander out and see how well the downtown area is handling it. Camera in hand, of course.

Update: Hmpf. Okay, maybe some of the other areas of Seattle actually got a good amount of snow — I saw some cars that had a good inch or two on their roofs — but downtown? Heck, it’s already almost all melted off. Some slush on the streets, that’s about it.

Looks like it’s going to be a pretty day, though, the clouds are disappearing, blue sky is showing through, and bright sunshine is cutting through the downtown skyscrapers. Guess I can’t really complain. :)

iTunesRock This Town” by Brian Setzer Orchestra, The from the album Dirty Boogie, The (1998, 6:37).

Timeline Meme

I guess it’s a good day for picking up on memes — this one comes from Mike.

  • 25 Years Ago (1980): Hmmm…seven years old. Kindergarden? I’d be living in Anchorage, probably at the Big Grey House. I’m not sure, but this may have been the year that I got chicken pox and, no matter what mom told me, scratched, and ended up leaving three small scars in a triangle on my forehead, just above my left eyebrow. They’re still there. Of course, that might not have happened that year, but I only remember a few things from that long ago.

  • 15 Years Ago (1990): Bartlett High Apathy Club 1990 Sixteen years old, and a Junior at Bartlett High School. I had a small core group of friends, was working on tech crew for the school theatre, played one of the orphans in our production of Oliver!, playing violin in the school orchestra, and singing in the school choir. I was also one of the members of the Bartlett High School Apathy Club, a club spearheaded by Royce and Rod mostly to give us all an excuse to hang out after school and watch movies. In other words, yes — I was a geek. :)

  • 10 Years Ago (1995): Me at City Lights - dancing, running around to Ministry, or possibly just having a fit of some sort. ;)
    Twenty-one years old, legal to (in order) be drafted, live on my own, drive, smoke, and drink. I lived in no less than four places over the course of my 21st year…in January, I’d have been living in a horrid little apartment in Fairview, one of the more ghetto areas of Anchorage (our apartment was broken into less than two weeks after we moved in…while we were home), and was so uncomfortable with leaving my computers and music unattended that I took them with me when I went to my folks house across town for a few days over Christmas. This was right towards the beginning of my DJ career, during my time at City Lights.

  • 5 Years Ago (2000): Twenty-six. Getting more and more frustrated with Anchorage, and thinking more and more seriously about leaving, though it would take me another year or so to actually follow through with that plan. Living at The Pit, a huge basement apartment in Turnagain, one of Anchorage’s ritzier areas. Still DJing here and there around town and enjoying what little celebrity status I had. The main party years were done with, but I still had a fairly sizeable group of friends and acquaintances around town. Deeply embroiled in one of the more memorable of my many tumultuous relationships — those of you who know about the statuesque redhead in my life can fill in the blanks. Those of you who don’t…sorry, but some stories just aren’t safe to tell publicly yet….

  • 3 Years Ago (2002): New Years Eve 2001 Twenty-eight. Finally out of Anchorage, midway through my first year in Seattle. Living in what I not-so-affectionately termed the Shoebox, dating Candice, and working through a temp agency, for Xerox, at Arthur Andersen (before that silly business with Enron did them in). Later in the year I’d lose the position at Arthur Andersen and Xerox would place me in the copy shop on the Microsoft campus, Candice and I would split up (amicably, we’re still friends — in fact, she was here with Prairie and I for New Years Eve this year), and I’d move over to the building I’m living in now.

  • Last Year (2004): Thirty (and therefore past due for my time at Carousel). Dating Prairie (at least, I’m pretty sure we’d admitted that we were dating by this point…it was a question we danced around for a while, as each of us had dating histories that made us more than a little cautious about the whole relationship thing). At the beginning of the year it had only been a couple months since I did a spectacular job of losing my position at Microsoft, and I’d recently started working for my current company, bussing down to the Georgetown area of Seattle every day.

  • Yesterday: Thirty-one. Yesterday was Tuesday, my usual pizza-and-movie night. Well, any night can be a movie night if I’ve actually made it through my reading list in NetNewsWire or if I’m just sick of sitting at the computer, but on Tuesdays, the local Dominos Pizza has a two-for-one special which can generally feed me for the next two or three days. I ended up watching a 37 year old historical drama and thoroughly enjoying it. Not a bad day.

  • Today: I’m still thirty-one. Imagine that. Got up, skimmed a few things on the ‘puter while I tried to convince myself that I was anywhere close to conscious, showered, and wandered the six blocks to work. Passed DeAnna on the way and nodded hi — we happen to pass each other every few weeks, but as we’re both on our way to work, there’s generally not a lot of time for chit-chat. Seeing her reminded me that I promised to scan something for her weeks ago that I thought she’d get a grin out of (a letter she sent me before I went to Germany in the summer of ’91, as we lived just a few blocks away from each other, rode the same bus to school, and I made what were probably painfully clumsy attempts at flirting with her) — of course, I then promptly forgot again until just now as I was typing this out. Maybe I’ll actually remember to do that before I crash out tonight. Eeep. Worked, came home, chatted with Prairie until she wandered off to take a hot bath (temperatures in Ellensburg are apparently in the teens these days), and then got sucked into writing all this out.

  • Tomorrow: Wow, I’ll still be thirty-one! Though I will be one day closer to thirty-two. Woohoo? No big plans — it’s Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

  • Next Year (2006): Okay, thirty-two. Wow, I thought I’d never get there! By next January, I should be living somewhere else, as Prairie and I are planning on getting a place together this summer. Just where, we’re not entirely sure yet. She’s ready to get out of Ellensburg, and so is starting the process of applying to other schools to teach at (she currently teaches 100-level English courses at CWU). She’s planning on tossing applications out at schools in the Seattle and Portland areas, and possibly as far south as California, since we’ve heard that there may be good teaching opportunities down that direction. While I’m enjoying my time in Seattle, I figure that while I’ve just got a job, she’s got a Career, so if she finds a good opportunity in Seattle, wonderful…but if she finds one in Portland or California, it’ll be easy enough for me to pack up and try someplace new for a while. Besides, if she gets a good offer, I’ve always wanted to spend some time in San Francisco….

  • 3 Years Forward (2008): I’ll be thirty-four. By this point, I’d really like to be enrolled in college somewhere, working my way towards a degree in…well, in something. While I’ve had plenty of people tell me that I’d make a wonderful teacher, and it’s something that’s definitely worth giving some serious thought to, there are so many things that catch my interest from time to time (over the years, everything from architecture to linguistics and many, many things in between have sounded fascinating) that it’s hard to tell where I might end up. Pity I’m not independently wealthy, I’d love to just go the perma-student route.

  • 5 Years Forward (2010): Thirty-six. I should be well on my way to a master’s degree by this point, if all goes according to plan. I’d like to be out of debt (outside of school debts, at least) by this point, which is something I’ve been struggling with for years now. I’m not really all that far in debt — probably somewhere around four or five grand, not counting debts to parents (which could up to to, oh, seven or eight grand at least, I think), so it’s certainly doable within five years…I just suck at money management. Prairie’s promised to try to help me out with this, though. I wonder if she really knows what she’s getting into….

  • 10 Years Forward (2015): Forty-one. Let’s see — assuming I actually managed to get myself a degree, then I might be employed somewhere that I can consider a career by this stage. Or maybe not — careers these days often seem to involve a lot of office-speak and buzzwords that drive me up the wall. Heh — in a perfect world, I’d have stumbled into some substantial amount of money and/or cleaned up my credit, gotten a business loan, and opened up a sucessful dance club in whatever city I’m living in at this point. Even if I’m not DJing, I could handle being the guy in charge!

  • 15 Years Forward (2020): Forty-six. My nephew Noah will be midway through his teens by this point. Since Prairie and I are (at least at the current moment) in no hurry to either explore marriage or children, I’ll have had fifteen years to perfect being the uncle who spoils his nephew rotten and lets him get away with all the stuff his parents never do. That’s about as good as a goal as anything else for fifteen years on, I think.

  • 25 Years Forward (2030): Fifty-six. I really don’t know — I have difficulties planning things a week in advance, and I’m supposed to be thinking a quarter-century into the future? Hmm…I’ll just assume that I’ll have slid comfortably into “dirty old man” territory, and doing my best to enjoy the rest of my years. :)

iTunesI Put A Spell On You” by Marilyn Manson from the album Lost Highway (1996, 3:30).

My best photos of 2004

Seattle, WA

I’ve just created a flickr photoset of my favorite photographs from this past year (hey, every news organization on the planet does this, I might as well join in the fun, right?).

Seventy-nine photos culled from a little over four thousand. Some have been featured on this weblog in the past, some were already on flickr, but quite a few of them are being posted publicly for the first time. I had fun picking out which ones to toss up — hopefully you enjoy looking through them.

Enjoy the show!

Goodbye, Grandpa

I just got word from my dad that my mom’s father, Harold Ward, died peacefully in his sleep last night, at the age of 88.

Grandpa, mom, and GrandmaGrandpa had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease last year, and had been deteriorating fairly quickly over the past few months. Earlier this week he was admitted to the retirement community’s hospice center, and it was expected that he would pass on fairly soon. Mom flew down to Florida to be with him and Grandma last night, but Grandpa died while she was on the plane. Dad will be flying down as soon as he can. Unfortunately, I don’t currently have the spare finances or available time off to fly down, and as there has been a fair amount of traveling in our family recently as mom fit in as many visits as she could this past year, I most likely won’t be able to be there for the funeral.

Grandpa and Grandma, Mom and Dad, Grandmother and Grandfather at Mom and Dad's weddingDue to the distance between G&G in Ft. Meyers, Florida and our family in Anchorage, Alaska, I never ended up as close to my grandparents as many people do. They would come up to visit us every few years, Grandpa driving their big Winnebago, and we’d go on trips around Alaska (and no trip was ever complete until Grandma had sat on the bread). We’d fly down to visit them in Florida every few years too, and those trips are where some of my strongest memories of Grandpa are from.

He spent many of the last years of his life as a tour guide at the Thomas A. Edison and Henry Ford Winter Estates in Ft. Meyers, and we would always get to go on tours of the grounds. Grandpa would lead us through the gardens with plants and trees from all over the world — complete with a huge, beautiful banyan tree that drops its multitudes of trunk-like roots over the grounds just in front of the main entrance — and then into the family homes, through the workshops, and on into the museum at the end. He never seemed to need a script, and was always content to to keep track of a couple of very excitable (and probably frequently bored) children year after year, filling us with information that was probably forgotten straight away as we looked forward to the nearly obligatory trip to Disney World later in the trip.

I may not have known him as well as I might have had we lived closer, but I have a lot of fond memories of the times we did get to spend with him over the years.

Goodbye, Grandpa.

Into your hands, O Merciful Savior, we commend your servant Harold. Acknowledge, we beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming. Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of eternal peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light. Amen.

Update: The official cause of death is undiagnosed leukemia. I keep waffling back and forth on that one — on the one hand, Grandpa was already ailing and all, but I really wonder how common it is for leukemia to go undiagnosed (apparently it’s not entirely unheard of), and how much longer he might have lived if it had been diagnosed. Of course, given the effects of the Alzheimer’s and the necessary treatments for leukemia, perhaps this was easier on everyone than a longer, more protracted battle would have been.

iTunesDies Irae, Dies Illa (Sequence from the Mass for the Dead: Requiem)” by Capella Antiqua Munchen from the album Gregorian Chant: Sequentiae (1992, 6:05).

Seattle Rep: Noises Off

Prairie and I just returned from using her dad’s Christmas present to her, which while it originally appeared in the form of cash, was soon converted into two tickets to the Seattle Rep‘s performance of Noises Off.

If you’ve ever been involved at all in theater and haven’t yet heard of Noises Off, you’re really missing out and, if there doesn’t happen to be a local performance anywhere around you in the near future, you should at least rent the movie version (it’s a very good stage to screen adaptation). The story is that of a touring troupe’s troubled performance of ‘Nothing On’, a stereotypical British sex farce. With love triangles, murderous jealous rage, alcohol, and far too many plates of sardines all in play, it’s not long before things start to take a turn for the worse — and just get funnier and funnier as they go along.

The Rep’s production was outstanding and very well cast, but for me it was Bhama Roget as Brooke Ashton who stole the show (and not just because she spends the majority of it running around in her underwear). Even when Brooke didn’t have any immediate business, her wonderfully spaced-out moments and hilarious facial expressions had me cracking up throughout the show. Stephanie Timm as Poppy Norton-Taylor, Michael Patten as Frederick Fellowes and Mark Chaberlin as the long-suffering director Lloyd Dallas all also gave standout performances as well — though this certainly isn’t to slight the rest of the cast, as there certainly wasn’t a dud in the bunch.

As an added bonus, the program contains a secondary program for the play-within-a-play ‘Nothing On’ which is quite funny in itself, from the cast bios to the sponsor advertisements and the hilariously deadpan excerpts from ‘Eros Untrousered: Studies in the Semantics of Bedroom Farce’ printed on the back page:

The cultural importance of the so-called ‘bedroom farce,’ or ‘English sex farce,’ has long been recognized, but attention has tended to center on the metaphysical significance of mistaken identity and upon the social criticism implicit in the form’s ground-breaking exploration of cross-dressing and trans-gender role-playing. The focus of scholarly interest, however, is now beginning to shift to the recurrence of certain mythic themes in the genre, and to their religious and spiritual implications.

The show runs for the next two weeks through January 15th, and tickets are very reasonably priced (Prairie and I had second row center seats for \$35 each) — if you’re into theater at all, this really shouldn’t be missed.

Other reviews:

iTunesWhere the Lemons Bloom Waltz” by (unknown) from the album Ultimate Classical Collection, The (1995, 9:08).