inisnua dot HAAATE

I spent the better part of the morning trying to figure out why the Inis Nua site looked so pretty and worked on a Macintosh, but looked like ass and none of the buttons were showing up on a PC. At the end of the whole oh-my-god-I-hate-technology-and-want-to-bash-my-head-into-the-wall experience, I still have no clue as to why that was happening. No. Clue. I do know this:

• I motherfucking hate PCs, Windows, and Microsoft.
  
  
• Quark is not a web design tool and should not pretend to be.
  
  
• Quark is retarded and when it exports HTML, it changes the names of the image files for no reason.
  
  
• On a PC – jpg good but gif bad? Whaa?
  
  
• PCs, Windows, and Microsoft all suck so incredibly bad, words can’t even describe how much I loathe them.

At any rate, the site is “fixed” now, and more than ever I need to get a grasp on GoLive so that I don’t run into shit like this again and so I can give the site a much needed redesign and overhaul. I’m so embarrassed by the site, because now I wonder how long it was like that, and why none of you told me. Also—it looks like my 10 year-old cousin designed it. I know. It’s hard when you’re coding by hand and using the wrong tools for the job. I was running around all crazy like this morning trying to figure everything out, and I would like to publicly and personally thank 3 coworkers of mine for helping me out with their time and suggestions. Because I was about 3 keystrokes away from turning green, muscles bulging, and shirt sleeves ripping off. EightK MAD! EightK SMASH!

But the good news is we (I say “we” as if I’m really a part of it, and not just the twee sister of the director) got a really nice review in the Philadelphia Weekly:

Playwright Michael Collins' intriguing 2004 solo play Tadhg Stray Wandered In from the fledgling Inis Nua Theatre Company is the future of Philadelphia theater. Tadhg (Matt Pfeiffer) is an impulsive student with a short temper and an endearing personality. Restless and unhappy in his small Irish community, he heads off to Paris in search of Helene, a young lady he became smitten with after a brief encounter. In France, Tadhg gets involved with an African immigrant and a group of downtrodden poets who live in an apartment decorated entirely with old newspapers and discarded wine bottles. Although the monologue-play is staged in a bare corner of Fergie's Pub, Collins' writing is filled with such strong imagery that Pfeiffer and director Tom Reing conjure a host of sights and sounds without the aid of set pieces and with only minimal lighting. Mixing humor with moments of stark brutality, Tadhg's trip to Paris becomes a coming-of-age tale where life's lessons are learned the hard way. Most of the scrapes are due to Tadhg's own immaturity, but in Pfeiffer's deft portrayal we can't help but be attracted to the scruffy young man. Inis Nua's mission to present contemporary plays from the British Isles gives the company the opportunity to produce some of the world's most exciting playwrights. With the resourceful Reing at the helm, Inis Nua emerges as one of the city's brightest young companies.

See? You should go see it. I am going to see it again next Sunday evening, I think, or possibly Wednesday, if you want to tag (Tadhg? Woka, woka!) along and get 2 Reings for the price of 1.