We have always wanted our life to be “a hilarious romp.” We’re going to see Life with the Flaps Down on Thursday, Jan. 17, at 8 p.m. at Trinity High School in River Forest (firstname.lastname@example.org), when Lynn DaCosse performs a one-woman comedy about “the absurdities of motherhood … a hilarious romp through the trials and tribulations of life as a stay-at-home mom.” We completely understand the trials and tribulations to which DaCosse refers, and we are looking forward to finding them hilarious. What is not hilarious is that, on top of everything else, DaCosse, a mother of four, is a breast cancer survivor. All right, all you ladies clad in what you thought were your fat pants, if she can find yucks on her daily hamster wheel, so can we.
Aside from failing to experience our life as rompful, our greatest fear is that our talents will not be appreciated until after we’re dead. This happens all the time. Wesley Willis, for example, suffered from having history snooze through his life and wake up with a start once he was dead. Willis’ drawings will be on exhibit at Dominican University’s O’Connor Gallery of Art in Lewis Hall, 7900 W. Division St., River Forest (524-6597), starting next Wednesday, Jan. 23, with a reception from 4 to 6 p.m. Aside from his unjust treatment at the hands of the fame gods, we’re interested in Willis because he had come up with a name for his personal demons, of which he had many, according to his friend Jello Biafra. Willis called his spiritual antagonists “Warhellrides.” That’s good. Personally, we’d go with something more like “Donutslinger” or “Danish from the Swamp of Hell.”