I predict that if a male cast member on "Ladies of London" works, we'll have our first male Housewife soon. Perhaps next season of RHOBH (since Rachel, Boz, and Erika are ready for that).
Boy dinner? It's calamari and a martini; later I'll have a mixed green salad.
Danny Lockin's Barnaby probably is the best thing about the "Hello, Dolly!" film. Just saw his screen test for "The Sound of Music," and he'd've been such a strong Rolf. Chillingly innocentish. His scene work in the screen test was great.
He is the BEST!
Critical followup.
LOOK!
That Iranian Lego-style animation is... something.
Someone found an open window.
Love, love, love.
"How I arrived on Bluesky."
Obama is the only president to date born when there were 50 states
Added a "Mame" poster. Butch, you know.
When 45 degrees and sunny makes you wonder if there's an outdoor happy hour available, you may realize Rochester's winter has impacted you more deeply than you had realized.
"Bye Bye Birdie" was the first classic musical I did. After being cast I watched the five-years-old 1995 adaptation. In rewatching it as an old theatre f-g my first thought about the group scenes is that you can really tell Ann Reinking choreographed the telefilm.
Critical followup.
Took myself for an early dinner in the neighborhood. Now hanging with my favorite man, Leo.
I feel like I am in an indie movie that could be shot in interesting ways but whose content is neither interesting nor inspiring. But maybe at a specific point something witty or insightful happens. And then back to stylized drudgery.
Tonight was one of those nights I spend time cleaning things that don't get a lot of attention and also seem to get dirtier as you clean them. (Primarily under radiators.) It is all an uphill battle, but something catches my eye, and then my cat thinks it's a game, which is cute in its own way.
The sequencing of albums I chose for this evening works so well.
A fun Reddit thread suggested he is emulating how snakes eat eggs.
Planning content for The Nation must be frustrating. There are afffairs subject to so much change that committing commentary to print must be a tough call.
And The New Yorker often has outdated content given the pace of sweeping change these days.
The way I polish my floors is annoying because then my stocking feet slip on them and I look quite silly or perhaps insubordinate. My cat thinks I'm absurd.
You'll be warmed up for the hosting, for sure!
"Unrepentant Geraldines" is a strong Tori Amos album I overlooked for a long time.
Though I am uninterested in the film to which it relates, Lady Gaga's "Harlequin" album is great and the work of hers I play most often these days.
While you look good with facial hair, you aren't someone whose visage requires it!
Being mostly off social media means I missed Mink Stole doing a show in Rochester last night. I am a bit bummed.
Important touchpoint between the office and my 6 p.m. yoga class.
