I've noticed that Creative Loafing has caught it self a nasty little bug that just won't leave, snidus douchebagus or Mark E. Leib as more commonly known. Unforunately, the effects of this disease are transferred through the eyeballs causing a rampant break out in the Tampa Bay area. I think that the best cure for that is to go ahead and heat up or "fire" this infection and take "Life Sentances" twice weekly.
If it weren't for Scott Harrell's Life Sentences, I wouldn't pick up a Creative Loafing to cover my head while it was raining, just to spite Lieb.
Mr. Leib didnt find any of that irony in the play because the gravity produced by his big giant ego has sucked all excess irony (and horse manure) into his reviews. Elaborate? Dont mind if I do. The reviews are hindering nay, actively destroying local theater. Elaborate? Again?? Dont mind if I do again. Let me start by saying that I, like most of Tampa Bay, am not a man of the arts. I dont study theater in school and Im not a huge fan of museums that dont feature naked women, in short, Im the average guy in the audience. That being said, I love what Hat Trick does. I love the passion that comes with everything they do. I love that their youth and dark pit that is their budget doesnt stop them from taking on these challenges. Unfortunately, Liebs reviews tend to scare the average joe away watching these reviews. It breaks my heart. Yes, it breaks my heart when people turn down invitations to watch this play because they read the review in that Weekly Planet. I respect his opinions, he certainly has a right to them. But his reviews are much too conservative and malicious. Mr Leib, please dust yourself off and open your mind. If you cant do that that, as a critic and journalist, "Choose something else, is what I'd say."
Lissen mister mark e leeb. my name is the mound, and i am in the play godot by hat trik and samuel bekett and i do not like your meen review of our play. we all werked vary hard on this projekt and it hurst my fellings you said that mee stuf. just becuzz i am i mound, mister leeb, dosnt me i dont hav fellings. i miss the asses of my frends jak and kevin i love you guys the mound.
Re: “Farewell tour”
God no.. oh my God no. Scott, say it ain't so!! This is the first time in years that I've cried while sober. Please don't leave... or at least tell me where you're off too now. Man... this ruins my week.