Always turning back too late from the...thing...or the dog or the tree or the light...
Hey, look! Normal, the unique eating disorder/education/theatre outreach program I am currently working on has a blog!
Also, read this great interview with Donna Lynne Champlin. You will feel a lot better about yourself for having done so.
While I'm procrastinating (and I really thought yesterdays "Indian Summer" was going to last all week...so not used to the grey overcast), I should at least note here a few feelings (and links) I need to get off my chest.
A Dubya impersonator? Babsy, how could you? I'm a moderate independent and even I'm offended. Not because of my political affiliations per se, but because of your apparent taste in groan-worthy Vegas lounge act comedic gambits.
This is class. A book tour that not only involves excerpts, but Dancers Over Forty! I had a dance class once taught by one of the members of that group, and I truly hope their show finally gets off the ground.
Sad things can truly happen in this world. Happily, the Theatre Hall of Fame couldn't have picked a better rogue's gallery of inductees than this year's. Leading me to believe I have more of a chance in fifty years by just being fabulous and less of a chance if I crap out a series of lame, hoary, stereotype-driven jokes pertaining to J-Date (hey, isn't that a stupid idea? An online dating service for Jews? Apparently, it is quite popular among the kids), Orthodox virgins, and the fact that Jewish vegans who don't shave their pits or wax their ethnic bushes are probably lesbians, that nonetheless could probably yield a huge advance if I somehow even try to get it out there. Well, maybe my mom's Synagogue group will finally appreciate my writing.
Right now, I can't get "Finishing The Hat" out of my head.
Also, read this great interview with Donna Lynne Champlin. You will feel a lot better about yourself for having done so.
While I'm procrastinating (and I really thought yesterdays "Indian Summer" was going to last all week...so not used to the grey overcast), I should at least note here a few feelings (and links) I need to get off my chest.
A Dubya impersonator? Babsy, how could you? I'm a moderate independent and even I'm offended. Not because of my political affiliations per se, but because of your apparent taste in groan-worthy Vegas lounge act comedic gambits.
This is class. A book tour that not only involves excerpts, but Dancers Over Forty! I had a dance class once taught by one of the members of that group, and I truly hope their show finally gets off the ground.
Sad things can truly happen in this world. Happily, the Theatre Hall of Fame couldn't have picked a better rogue's gallery of inductees than this year's. Leading me to believe I have more of a chance in fifty years by just being fabulous and less of a chance if I crap out a series of lame, hoary, stereotype-driven jokes pertaining to J-Date (hey, isn't that a stupid idea? An online dating service for Jews? Apparently, it is quite popular among the kids), Orthodox virgins, and the fact that Jewish vegans who don't shave their pits or wax their ethnic bushes are probably lesbians, that nonetheless could probably yield a huge advance if I somehow even try to get it out there. Well, maybe my mom's Synagogue group will finally appreciate my writing.
Right now, I can't get "Finishing The Hat" out of my head.
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