Over on Pharyngula, the question was posed about creationists:
What about dentistry attracts these people?
Kinda got me thinking. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with meat-eating plants from outer space.
Which leads inevitably to Intelligent Design: The Musical!. But that’s too plain. Little Shop of Canards? Not likely.
I’m sure there’s a salable product here somewhere. We get Roy Zimmerman to write the words and music, and PZ to write the book, yeah! A little backing, and Broadway, here we come! Just need that catchy title. Best Little Schoolhouse in Texas? Donny Does Dallas? (Yes, there is a musical called “Debbie Does Dallas“)
I mean, it can’t do any worse than Glory Days! (Click that link quick, it’s not likely to last much longer, given the rather, uh, abbreviated run the show had on Broadway. Yeah, we’re talking one day. Ouch.)
It’s not so unusual for a co-worker to be out for the day for some medical reason. A doctor’s appointment, or a cold. Food poisoning. Maybe a softball injury, or a bad cough. A stroke. A stroke and lung cancer. Stage IV lung cancer. Chemotherapy. And then gone.
So long, Bill. I think we need to have a special breakfast in the VEST in memoriam.
Don’t take life so serious. It ain’t nohow permanent.
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I’m not completely sure I like the new Broadway-themed direction of Signature Theatre in Shirlington, but I did enjoy seeing Chita Rivera on Tuesday night. She was dancing on Broadway before I was born, man. And George Hearn, too. I’ve only ever seen him in the DVD of Sweeney Todd (the stage production, not the movie). He’s got some acting range.
The show was “The Visit”, which I didn’t realize until later was a pretty faithful musical version of Der Besuch der Alten Dame, by Dürenmatt. Which like all good second-year German students I read back in college. Very, uh, German sort of story, which means who knows if I liked it. Hated the lighting design, though. Screw those Broadway designers, just give me Chris Lee.
Best part was when the power went out halfway through Chita’s song about marrying often and widowing well. They just kept on keeping on! Microphones, schmicrophones, it’s a small house and we’ll just project. Coolio!
So, overall, a worthwhile night for sure. Still, I hope Signature doesn’t go too Broadway as time goes on.
Well, that was easy. Blogging, just like that. I’m part of the New America!
Not that there’s anything here yet. Just cool your jets, I’ll be back soon.