"I am not going to sit on my ass as the events that affect me unfold to determine the course of my life. I'm going to take a stand."

The cat stood on the tin roof.
And it was damn hot up there.

The actors who deserved it got the praise
Those who stunk got too big for their briches.
The odious smell of mendacity hung in the air.
GOOBER was stiff-stiff-stiff.
The arrogance of the GOOBster infected a anger in me.
I disliked it, I wished the REAL person meant to play the role had shone in the spotlight like decided at auditions.
But no, we had a second-rate bastardized, asswhipe.
Upon the curtain's PREMATURE entrance into the final scene.
I backtracked and ate shit.
I got my composure and attempted at a graceful curtain call.
Let's just say: The cat didnt fall off the roof. The prompter/curtain puller tripped and will be seen next fall.
I got an ear-full from our lovely director this morning and the arrogant GOOBER attempted to give his two cents. I told him where to go during Chorus.

Sometimes you just leave things where they fall.
And let those responsible take the reigns and deal with issues
Don't try to be the hero, GOOBER.
And don't think you're a star.
The stars are BRICK-hard and BIG DADDY-approved.

From here on out: my mind is in BRIGADOON.
and focused on how the curtain may fall on the cat and her roof.


"And thats where it's at. Now run and tell that!"-- Hairspray.