tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post5327296836929802017..comments2023-12-30T21:42:48.787-04:00Comments on Figuring it out: Theatre review: Eating Peanuts in an Elephant's GraveyardJan Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01882825000995177531noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post-54665023800131898132017-03-29T09:17:40.330-03:002017-03-29T09:17:40.330-03:00Thanks for reading, Keith, and for drawing my atte...Thanks for reading, Keith, and for drawing my attention to the error in the title. Can you tell I was really tired last night? Turns out having a puppy is exhausting. I love live theatre and plan to go much more often when I'm retired. In fact, I'd like to get back on stage one day if the opportunity presents itself. Until then, the best I can manage is the occasional theatre reveiw. Thanks again!Jan Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01882825000995177531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291143103033467520.post-5116280203968767352017-03-29T08:55:17.815-03:002017-03-29T08:55:17.815-03:00If it was Air Canada, and the peanuts, I'd kno...If it was Air Canada, and the peanuts, I'd know perfectly well what they'd do with them. But a theatre company, who can tell? I've been trying to think of the last time we saw a play. Not a movie of a play, but an actual play. Hmmm. I can see why they didn't, but imagine if they actually had an elephant. We know elephants can paint, but would they tend a garden if trained to do so? Hmmmm. Now I'm going to be wondering about that all day.Keithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com