blarg

One more time, anybody else up for BOSTON MARRIAGE tomorrow? I don't reckon I'll go alone. Hell, way I'm feeling right now, I'm not so certain I'll be going at all.

Between one week of non-stop work and one week of constant sickness, I haven't had any time to go to the gym. I'll credit this to the reason why I'm feeling depressed as crap today. I just kinda want to crawl back into bed and die. Die, at the very least. One of those days.

On the plus side, at tomperdue's recommendation, I went to see DON JUAN at the Shakespeare Threatre, and it was awesome. Fucking awesome, even. It's even better seeing after having played Tartuffe.

Ooh, and also apparently at the Phillips Collection there's an exhibit of Degas, Sickert, and Toulouse-Lautrec. Anyone care to tag along with me for that?

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One of these days, I want to get an artist of Simpsons comics to depict the following scene for me:

REED RICHARDS: Hi-diddly-ho, Doom-erino!

DR. DOOM: (grumbles) Curse you, Richards.

REED RICHARDS: Check it out, Victor! I just invented new costumes for my Fantastic Four out of unstable molecules! It's feels like I'm wearing nothin' at all!

DR. DOOM: *shudder* Accursed Richards. Thinks he's so big just because he has a huge Baxter building and good looks and a family that loves him. But Doom has the perfect plan to crush the stupid Richardseseseses once and for all! Heh heh heh. First, Doom will...

REED RICHARDS: (echoing) It's feels like I'm wearing nothin' at all! Nothin' at all! Nothin' at all!

DR. DOOM: (Screams) Stupid sexy Richards!

I love I LOVE TOYS... and I surprisingly don't hate the new QUEEN

Oh VH1, just when I thought that since you'd exhausted all your best and most lucrative decades about which to reminisce, you come out with I LOVE TOYS. Just like the previous I LOVE ____ shows, this show is pure sugary empty crack. And also, I want to have geek sex with Rachel Harris. Seriously, there's nothing quite like a cute girl with glasses who has a sense of humor and can geek out about toys.

Although I have to take issue with something on the show. Ok, look, I know I didn't grow up with the 12-inch Kung-Fu Grip GI Joe, but seriously, you *do NOT* step on the 80's tiny GI Joe figures. Duke, Flint, Scarlett, Road Block, Destro, Doctor Mindbender, Zartan, Baroness (*swoon*), Storm Shadow, motherfuckin' Snake Eyes, COME ON! Kung Fu grip? Snake Eyes has a goddamn katana blade, moss-beard!

In a completely unrelated note, PBS is airing a concert of Queen with new singer Paul Rogers. At first, I was wincing the entire time because, let's face it, it's not just that Paul Rogers isn't Freddie, it's that Paul Rogers isn't QUEEN. The guy isn't theatrical or flaming or anything. The singer of Queen needs a theatrical flair, not the singer of frickin' Bad Company (and I like Bad Company!).

That said, uh, they are putting on a hell of a show. They really know how to rock the house, proving it really wasn't just Freddie (and I am one of the few defenders of Roger Deacon's singing) that made the band awesome. My Mom is KICKING herself when I broke it to her that they were in town *literally* last night. Now she's plotting going to Philly to see 'em without me (as I will be working).

Me? I'm thinking about dropping Pittsburgh-gal bloo_mountain a line to see if maybe she'd like to be my date for the March 20th show...