*Glares as SportsBastardBoy*
I was going to tell you that our new show, ALONE TOGETHER, is a smash hit (at least until the reviews come out). No, seriously, the 2 audiences we've had so far have loved this comic tale of boomerang children come home to haunt their poor parents.
I'm playing a straight, 30-year-old mathematical genius who's left M.I.T. because....
Ack!
*Wipes mojito from his face that Melanie just spat at him*
What, darling? Do you think that's a stretch for me? Which part? Straight? 30? Math genius from M.I.T.?
*blank look*
What do you mean 'all of them'?
I'm an actor - I'm totally convincing!
Yes, I know most of our audience are well into the glaucoma and cataract stage...how else could I be so convincing?
Well, really!
*Flounces off to the theatah*
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Before I was so RUDELY interrupted...
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A stretch? No, pumpkin -- that would be a healthy sort of disbelief. This is more along the lines of a gigantic rip in the fabric of space-time through which alternate universes where Gore won the election and we're all driving hybrids tumble through, it's so humongous.
Pat, darling, what about touring (or is that turing) in a musical version of Breaking the Code?
LCM: (concerned, dashing in) Oh poor Patrick! (patting Pat's hand) Pat, pat, Pat. (smiling blankly and patting once more) Pat. (turning to GQ and Mel) You two are far too awful - and I only ever say that when I'm just utterly concerned. (waving at Pat) I mean, god, darlings - as if nature hasn't been cruel enough, now *this*? Hmmm? (waving at him again) I mean, he's not getting any younger - and he's clearly on the verge of just letting himself go completely - I mean, the hair - the clothes - the vacant look of a soul crushed by life and love and possibly an errant Rose Bowl Parade float, judging by, well, just everything. (glaring) BE NICE! (turning to Pat, who is nearly crying) Tsk. Pat, pat, Pat..(nodding with deep feeling) pat, pat.
Helping,
LCM
wipes Diet Cherry Coke Zero from laptop screen
Oh, well -- I needed to clear out my sinuses anyway.
"Diet Cherry Coke Zero"? Really, Mellie, why would you want to drink carbonated cough syrup?
I can't drink unleaded stuff anymore, and I adore Diet Cherry Coke Zero (it does NOT taste like carbonated cough syrup), Diet Coke Zero and Diet Coke with Lime. So sue me.
Okee dokee.
[speed dialing]
Fierce One? Whip up a #12 on Melanie, won't you? She's asking for it. Thank you, darling, see you soon. Hm? Yes, I'll tell her.
[clicking "end"]
Cheryl sends her love, Mellie, and says she'll see you in court.
Nothing personal, you understand, but we're putting a glass dome on the roof of Fabaret! and construction costs are through the roof!
The Fierce One won't sue me -- we have hoo-hoos in common, you know.
I didn't know you'd been conjoined twins, darling. You should sue the surgeon; he left a hideous scar.
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