...I throw up my hands and go back to bed. I can do absolutely nothing with this.
Good night, everybody!
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Rants, ravings, rage and righteous thoughts about a life in theatre from a formerly anonymous playwright
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What the WHAT? I'm with you. That is un fucking believable.
The scary thing for me is that I'm really not too surprised. Of course it's racist! What else could it possibly be?
Skin cancer's racist, too. Fuckin' skin cancer.
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Thoughts?
http://carouseloffantasies.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-see-you-nice.html
Hmm. Interesting stuff, cgeye. I think I know what I'll be writing about tonight...
... and as I deftly sidestep the latest hottness -- how's this for a segue?
http://nymag.com/arts/books/features/65111/
Yes, Dahlgren, with multimedia. The reason we don't see more SF plays is that we have to unwrap our minds, then fold them over the play, like wrapping paper made from Sunday comics pages.
Nice! I actually haven't read it, but I had heard about the show. And, funny story, I'm old friends with his daughter. Neat!
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