What I think about on my way to work on days when I forget to turn the radio on.
Wait a minute. If good, moral Eileen does not have a husband, how does she have a daughter? Hmm.
My writing style for these stories is all wrong -- it's going to come off completely stilted. This will be a horrible movie.
And should I play part #11? I don't think I'm going to find anyone who will be able to in the right manner, and that's going to ruin the whole film. I'm glad I used the weasel name "Chris" in Opie's script, because while I'm no great actor, I at least know what I want from the role.
Hmm. I wonder if there's ever been a gay version of The Music Man with Marion the Librarian as a guy. I bet there has.
In fact, given the cliché about gay men and musicals, I'm surprised there isn't an industry spouting same-sex versions of famous plays-with-songs: My Fair Gentleman, Les Miserables (Miserable Because They're In The Closet, That Is), Beast and the Beast. There's money to be made here. Big money.
My next car accident -- one, two years down the road -- will be right at this spot, the entrance ramp to Nuckols Road South off of I-295, on the one day every two weeks or so when traffic comes to a complete standstill on the ramp when it ought not.
I wonder when the last time I actually got to work at 8:15A like I am supposed to was. Probably months ago.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
