"Fuck off"...he seemed to say

Nick and I were having a nice little morning stroll on Thursday, when a squirrel threw down a nut from the tree above us and hit Nick square on the forehead.

I laughed, he scowled and tried throwing the nut back to no avail. Then he was treated to my rendition of the entirety of the Eddie Izzard squirrel bit from Dressed to Kill.

Broadway Baby...

This has been a hell of a week in theatre for me.

Tuesday, Candance called me and asked if I wanted free tickets to see The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (it's a Broadway show, not an actual spelling bee). Of course I did, so I went and reveiwed it.

Then Thursday, Lexi calls me up and asks if I want to see the show Friday night. So, I got to go AGAIN! Which was lovely. I gave one of the actors the review I'd written. He thought it was cool.

Now tonight, I'm going to see Craig in Cabaret. He's Cliff, the bisexual American (or English depending on which one you're watching) writer. Which means he sings "Perfectly Marvelous", the cute bit Adam sang on Cold Case.

Start spreadin' the news

In a couple hours, I'm on a bus to New York for five(ish) days! I'm going to see Aubrey (my sister sort of/best friend/ex-girlfriend) and Evie (another sister sort of)!

Oh, yeah, and I'll see-

NEW YORK CITY!!! (center of the universe)

Heroes will help you find good in yourself...

I met Anthony Rapp for the second time last night. He was charming and an utter doll! He took everyone's questions, he waited around and signed everyone's books. How many other celebrities would do that? Precious few, I bet.

He was funny and clever, articulate and poised. Collins, I love that man.

I gave him the card from the inapropothought group and a copy of my article. He signed my article!!! *squees*

Pass the Parcel!

The History Boys is nominated for a GLAAD (Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation) award for Best Limited Release Film!

Congratulations to cast, crew, and my darlings! Great job, boys. Yippee, Sam! Woohoo, Frances! Way to go, Andy!

OR

"Felicitations to you all! Well done, Scripps! Bravo Dakin! Congratulations Crowther! And Rudge too! Remarkable! All, all deserve prizes!" To quote Mr. Hector.

Roses are Blue...They Can be Red

Does anyone else despise those stupid, little chalky hearts that everyone seems to be trying to shift two seconds after midnight on February 15? They come in little squares boxes with a clear section in the front so you can shake it and see if the message you know will win over your beloved is in that box. “This candy heart says ‘My Girl’. If I give it to her, she’ll then become my girl. Brilliant, I tell you, brilliant!”
I hate those things. Worse than that, however, is when people (say, a certain jerk in eighth grade) write mean things on them and throw them at your head. Does that happen to anyone else?
And have you seen how you can now personalize what the little hearts say? You can put your significant other’s name on it, your anniversary date, even a special heartfelt message. Just make sure said heartfelt message is short enough to fit on a heart the size of your thumb. UR A QT. Yes, because shortening words to letters is a beautiful example of how well you can provide for your girlfriend with the money you’ll be making flipping burgers. Well done, jerk off.
And girls can be crazy about those things. If you don’t carefully check every single heart for the perfect message for your relationship and just hand her one as an after-thought, she will then proceed to develop seventeen different meanings to the heart that says “Wuv you”. (Yes, Wuv with an earth W). Just be thankful none of them say “Will U Marry me?” …Yet.

Chase=Microwave Pizza!

So, everyone with a pulse should know who Greg House is...and worship him. House was amazing tonight, I love this show. Also, next week "secret about House", come one we all know House is in love with Wilson. Who else does he obey? Who else can control him? CUddy tries, but it is Wilson who holds the key.