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 I’m having a day. This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company. The story isn’t very good, so I’m not going to tell it to you. But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don’t have time to tell you that I recently discovered they [...] Me: Is this the coolest thing you’ve ever seen? *shows page from catalog* Ripped From the Latest Signals Catalog Rocco: Since when do you like Jane Austen? Me: No, the t-shirt! Rocco: *blank stare* Me: *singing* Now bring me prisoner 24601, your time is up and your parole’s begun. You know what that means? Rocco: *blank stare* Me: *whispers* Sing, “Yes it [...] What is it about a tall boy in a peacoat that makes me want to shoop? Before I get into that, be sure to swing by Studio30 to read my ridiculously steamy interview with a famous Becky. While you’re at it, check out today’s Craftastrophe which proves beyond a doubt that I’m going soft. Remember what a [...] So I saw this show last night called The Language Archive at one of the Roundabout Theatres. It’s billed as a comedy, but for some reason I didn’t find it funny at all. That bothered me. In fact, I think it’s still bothering me. Or maybe it’s just that freakish Craftastrophe I found this morning. The play [...] I’m a wee bit distracted today because I can’t stop singing “Rock Me Sexy Jesus.” (Really, go watch the trailer for Hamlet 2. It’ll make your Monday.) It’s just going to be that kind of day. I can tell already. Did your grade school have a morning show? Mine did. Every morning, they’d turn on the TV [...] First, here’s the breaking news. I’m 80% sure I’m not sending his ass back to Steve Jobs so I forced myself to pick a name for my new mac. I’m pretty sure he’s a Phillip. That’s Phillip (rhymes with nip), not Phillipe (as in lords a’ leaping). I don’t think he’s a TOTAL hipster douchebag (at [...] I tell ya, I have been making out like a bandit. The musical theater gods are smiling on me and I like it. Apparently the stories about my never saying “no” are making the rounds on the Great White Way. (That sounds far dirtier than I intended…so of course I’m leaving it!) There are a few rules [...] I have a crush on a leprechaun. No, no I didn’t spot some tremendously hunky stranger in costume while wandering Hell’s Kitchen on Halloween. I’m swooning from spending two and half hours with his chartreuse little ass last Thursday night. I knew it would be a fantastic night before we even found our seats. It was opening [...] My Simone She smelled like maple syrup. I’ve got no idea why or how, but she did. She’d crawl into my lap and trill in her kitty way that it was time for some sweet, sweet lovin’. I’d rub her kitty cheek bones, stroke her long black hair and lean in for a deep breath of [...] The little one and I were out at a bar (SHOCKER!) recently with a group of friends. As usual, the conversation turned to all things lighting. Thom and I know very little about lighting – only slightly more than we know about hamster milking. Needless to say, we can’t really contribute on a debate over using [...] |
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