the Tony Awards, Crack and such
Loved the Tonys. except Catherine Zeta Jones and her swivel headed singing. More proof that awards have a tendency to totally miss the mark when it comes to honoring the best and brightest and I hope the Tony voters are not being seduced by the movie stars headed over to the broadway what with their movie star fans and bucks . . . I mean, I loved loved loved Hugh Jackman in Boy From Oz, I just don't want New York theatre to become a bigger version of regional dinner theatre where all the Love Boat cast are enjoying marvelous careers acting in such cerebral fare as Nunsense - Back From Hell. Or something like that.
Actually, that could even be a plot bunny - combining Nunsense the Musical (which as some of you know, has been horribly sequel-ized to death) and Supernatural. Lucifer has escaped again. Can Sister Mary Hubert and her novices defeat the hounds of hell before Dean and Sam get fully undressed??? Stay tuned.
And its rainy and cloudy so wish me luck to stamp out another part of my Crossover crack opus. It's so hard to start - to actually sit down and begin to move the boys around the board.
Oh, and also, planning a wedding may just kill me. And Hutch. And everyone else caught in the undertow of the BRIDAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX - think Elton John will come sing at my wedding???
Happy Monday . . . and yes, Hutch, I am finishing the laundry. Swear.
P.S. Back to Catherine Zeta Jones Douglas - Carys and Dylan? Carys and Dylan? Could you have chosen any more cliched Welsh names?? Where's your Angharad? What about Ystan? Or even Myfanwy which may be cliche but only in Wales. Okay, that's all.
Actually, that could even be a plot bunny - combining Nunsense the Musical (which as some of you know, has been horribly sequel-ized to death) and Supernatural. Lucifer has escaped again. Can Sister Mary Hubert and her novices defeat the hounds of hell before Dean and Sam get fully undressed??? Stay tuned.
And its rainy and cloudy so wish me luck to stamp out another part of my Crossover crack opus. It's so hard to start - to actually sit down and begin to move the boys around the board.
Oh, and also, planning a wedding may just kill me. And Hutch. And everyone else caught in the undertow of the BRIDAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX - think Elton John will come sing at my wedding???
Happy Monday . . . and yes, Hutch, I am finishing the laundry. Swear.
P.S. Back to Catherine Zeta Jones Douglas - Carys and Dylan? Carys and Dylan? Could you have chosen any more cliched Welsh names?? Where's your Angharad? What about Ystan? Or even Myfanwy which may be cliche but only in Wales. Okay, that's all.