Many thanks to those of you who were able to send me a your posts.
Some of you reading this, now that is has been linked to Don's blog, might be thinking "Hey! Nobody told me about this! I want to say something about Don on his Birthday! Dag!" In many cases, I either no longer had your email, or I was unable to pilfer it from Don's address book - as I was crossing many unspoken boundaries by going through his email.
If you are so inclined and want to add your words to the Birthday Blogosphere, please go ahead and post your messages in the comments section of Don's response (or wherever).
If there is something that requires a photo, you can email it to me and and I'll post it for you.
My email is ellison.jj@gmail.com (No trolls or Haters, please)
Thanks!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
From Don to all of you
First - thank you all for the kind words. "Don Hall is Aids" warms my heart...truly.
Second, all of you should know that I could whip your asses if we were competitors on the new American Gladiators in spite of the massive weight of my man-balls.
Third, thank you. Michael Shurtleff wrote in "Audition" that you can learn more about a character in a play by what others say of him than by any other means. If that is the case, then I'm pretty happy to be described in such interesting ways by such interesting and inspiring people. It absolutely made my day.
Second, all of you should know that I could whip your asses if we were competitors on the new American Gladiators in spite of the massive weight of my man-balls.
Third, thank you. Michael Shurtleff wrote in "Audition" that you can learn more about a character in a play by what others say of him than by any other means. If that is the case, then I'm pretty happy to be described in such interesting ways by such interesting and inspiring people. It absolutely made my day.
From Bilal Dardai
Happy Birthday, Don!
In honor of the many entertaining rhetorical bitchslaps you've rained down upon people in your Angry White Guise, I present you with a Japanese game about bitchslapping:
http://nigoro.jp/game/rosecamellia/rosecamellia.php
Enjoy!
In honor of the many entertaining rhetorical bitchslaps you've rained down upon people in your Angry White Guise, I present you with a Japanese game about bitchslapping:
http://nigoro.jp/game/rosecamellia/rosecamellia.php
Enjoy!
From Pat Dwyer
But Let Me Tell You Why I Hate Don Hall As Much As I Do
Don Hall, what a fucking waist of space. I don't believe that there are words enough in the English language to truly encapsulate how much of a raging tool box Don Hall really is. So I will choose the word "kitten". To some this word brings to mind soft, delicate, and comforting reminders of their youth. For others "Kitten" reminds them of a tender relationship of abounding love. To me, the word "kitten", makes me want to cut off my own junk, feed it to myself and cry as I slowly bleed to death. FUCK YOU DON HALL! YOU FUCKING KITTEN! If one takes into account that I am allergic to cats, have been bitten or clawed by every single one I've ever touched and would choose to raise a cat in sublime loving happiness for the soul purpose watch it's eyes explode as it circles in the microwave, you may begin to understand how much I hate Don Hall; and even that couldn't even possibly do it. Don is the ice patch that a decrepit own lady blames for her now lame legs. Don is a tornado sucking up and throwing the 4 year old daughter of the man that watches. Don is the hook that the newly gutted calf hangs from as it circles the slaughter house floor. Don is a Popsicle that gives you such bad brain freeze that you snot. Don is Aids. Don Hall, do the world a favor and get hit by the Wiener-mobile. "I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wein....FUCK YOU DON HALL. Go to hell and die. Slowly. Painfully! Slowly and Painfully. Happy Birthday? More like...Shmappy...Tirth....ah FUCK YOU DON HALL!
-Pat "Your Worstest Enemy Ever" Dwyer
p.s. Jen is cool.
Don Hall, what a fucking waist of space. I don't believe that there are words enough in the English language to truly encapsulate how much of a raging tool box Don Hall really is. So I will choose the word "kitten". To some this word brings to mind soft, delicate, and comforting reminders of their youth. For others "Kitten" reminds them of a tender relationship of abounding love. To me, the word "kitten", makes me want to cut off my own junk, feed it to myself and cry as I slowly bleed to death. FUCK YOU DON HALL! YOU FUCKING KITTEN! If one takes into account that I am allergic to cats, have been bitten or clawed by every single one I've ever touched and would choose to raise a cat in sublime loving happiness for the soul purpose watch it's eyes explode as it circles in the microwave, you may begin to understand how much I hate Don Hall; and even that couldn't even possibly do it. Don is the ice patch that a decrepit own lady blames for her now lame legs. Don is a tornado sucking up and throwing the 4 year old daughter of the man that watches. Don is the hook that the newly gutted calf hangs from as it circles the slaughter house floor. Don is a Popsicle that gives you such bad brain freeze that you snot. Don is Aids. Don Hall, do the world a favor and get hit by the Wiener-mobile. "I wish I were an Oscar Meyer wein....FUCK YOU DON HALL. Go to hell and die. Slowly. Painfully! Slowly and Painfully. Happy Birthday? More like...Shmappy...Tirth....ah FUCK YOU DON HALL!
-Pat "Your Worstest Enemy Ever" Dwyer
p.s. Jen is cool.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
From Rebar
The litany of things Don Hall has done or uttered to proclaim himself a
horse's ass is as epic as anything Virgil, Milton or Dante could come up
with. When the drunken sprite who lives in Don Hall's weenus takes over
his faculties and makes him expose his ballsack for the 4,791st time, or
stick objects in his pants (or on said ballsack), or express himself
through dance (both interpretive and freestyle) - all one can do is steel
oneself..and try to avert your eyes before the image is burned into your
brain.
Save yourself. It's much too late for me.
horse's ass is as epic as anything Virgil, Milton or Dante could come up
with. When the drunken sprite who lives in Don Hall's weenus takes over
his faculties and makes him expose his ballsack for the 4,791st time, or
stick objects in his pants (or on said ballsack), or express himself
through dance (both interpretive and freestyle) - all one can do is steel
oneself..and try to avert your eyes before the image is burned into your
brain.
Save yourself. It's much too late for me.
From Regan Davis and Lisa F.
Don's Double Dactyl
Fuckety Shmuckety
Coupe de Ville Hall is a
Horse's Ass everyday
spoken or writ.
Blogging his ego is
E-scatalogical
Just like canned feces we
don't give a shit.
Fuckety Shmuckety
Coupe de Ville Hall is a
Horse's Ass everyday
spoken or writ.
Blogging his ego is
E-scatalogical
Just like canned feces we
don't give a shit.
From Seth Fisher
Don, you are the only guy in the world that I can take seriously on the topics of politics and social issues after you've just giggled and showed me your balls. (An incredibly shrewd debate tactic now that I think about it.) I actually look up to you for crying over cartoons because you're one of the few people I've met that truly leads his life with his heart. From our first late-night flyposting trips I learned early on that you don't do theatre for fame and recognition (though you don't turn them down), you do what you do as a death defying challenge to everything that is cold, corrupt, and apathetic. You have a child's optimism and a man's courage and you will always be a reminder to me that there are real-life George Baileys out there who are wealthy beyond anything money can measure.
And you're the only guy I know that can pull off the naked-except-for-stage-blood-and-a-devil-mask look. Lookin' good, D-ray. Lookin' good...
(Are there any pictures from that shoot for Phobia with the devil mask? Aside from the one burned onto Gemma's poor brain? I think that's what made her move to England.)
And you're the only guy I know that can pull off the naked-except-for-stage-blood-and-a-devil-mask look. Lookin' good, D-ray. Lookin' good...
(Are there any pictures from that shoot for Phobia with the devil mask? Aside from the one burned onto Gemma's poor brain? I think that's what made her move to England.)
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