Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Haiku-dle for you-dle

Go Down to Duplex
Parodivas Show You Things
Like Fairytale Blings

Duplex Dreams are Near
Broadway Dreams are still Quite Grey
Perspective: Power

Doodle Doodle Doo
Duplex Dreams are Coming True
Doodle Doodle Doo

Monday, November 27, 2006

Shame on Doodle=bad blogger

Wow, I haven't been back here in almost a week. I suck doodles. Well, it was an interesting holi-doodle. Fun mix of people and food and cats. I like the cat with the thumbs better than the fat one, but that's just my opinion. I ate enough to kill a donkey, so that means I'm a good American! Right?

The show is on Friday!! Wow. Scared. Excited. Wow.

I think I might be getting sick, so tonight I am going to take every vitamin, some echinacea, an acidopholous, a shot of noni, one penicilin, and 5 gallons of water. Die cold, die! I shall not succomb to thee.

I bought a very cute black shirt for the show. Now I just have to find some bling to wear on and or around said shirt. Woot.

Work is crazy busy. LEAVE ME ALONE RINGING PHONE!!!

I need to get through this day, get my rehearse on and then get to bed so I can make sure I don't get this cold. NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!


Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Oh, it's a jolly holidoodle...

Last night I went to the sto and bought ingredients for the stuffing and then went by and got the turkey, yay! Thanksgiving on the UWS should be a delight. I made the stuffing from an Emiril recipe off of Food Network's website. It is cornbread stuffing with sausage in it. Yum-o (sorry Gwen). It's actually a little salty, surprise surprise, so tonight I'm going to try this trick that The BF suggested. You peel a potato and then cut it into slices. You insert the slices into the stuffing overnight and the potatoes suck up some of the salt. We shall see. Anyhoodle. So that was a fun night. Cooking and singing through the show and watching Deal or No Deal and Heroes. Woot woot. We have rehearsal tonight and then I'm seeing High Fidelity. I didn't really enjoy the movie, so I don't know why I'm even going to see a musical version, but alas, I am. I'll report back tomorry. I'm hoping that tomorry and Fridoodle are very quiet here at work, but since there is another conference on Mondoodle, maybe not so much. Blah blah blah de blah. Chad and his friend from the theatre where he works in PA will be in town today through Saturday or Sunday. He's always a handful of crazy when he's in NY (or any time for that matter). Stay tuned for mahem and probably mimosas. Mmmm. Mimosas. That stupid girl that served us on Sunday at brunch sucked donkey toes. Debbie Dumbass. I'll cut her. I'm "excited and scared" about how soon the show is. You know how that is. Rehearsals have been a blast though. Simply fun campy weirdness, and that's what we love to do. I'm proud of this one. It's a keeper.

Am I famous yet? Doodle.

Monday, November 20, 2006

A Holidoodle Tune for you, ewe, and youdle

You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Parodivas comin' to town
They're making up jokes
Practicin' thrice;
Creatin' a show
That's naughty and nice
Parodivas comin' to town
They touch you when you're sleeping
Touch you when you're awake
They touch you if you're been bad or good
So be bad for goodness sake!
O! You better watch out!
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why
Parodivas comin' to town
Parodivas comin' to town

Friday, November 17, 2006

Fri-doodle: Faux Velvet Track Suits are NOT okay.

Uh uh. You better get back on the train that takes you to Penn Station. You better get off that train and walk to NJ Transit. You better get on that train that takes you to Weehawken. You better ride that train to NJ. You better get off at the station that says Weehawken. You better get in your burnt orange Plymouth Horizon and drive to your house on Busted Avenue. You better go in your house and find something else to put on because faux velvet track suits are NOT okay. Maybe then, your close-talking self will be bearable. Until then, to quote Gwen quoting a big black lady, "ooh, you better don't!"

rant fin.

Um, a different co-worker just came up and this was on the screen. She said, "I can't believe she's trying to get away with that. Jeans are one thing but..." I'm not alone.

Track Suit Fridays? Methinks doodle.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Practically doodle in every woodle: a reviewdle

"Practically perfect in every way." It really was a great show. A quintessential Broadway production, with all actors singing, dancing, and acting their hearts out. Earning their Equity minimum from 8 until moments before 11, still performing to a house full of standing o's. I wasn't so sure as of intermission, but by the time they did Steppin' Time, I was sold. What an amazing production number.
  • Ashley Brown was simply wonderful as Mary Poppins.
  • Gavin Lee was AMAZING. A true song and dance man. Jealous.
  • Wonderful music, including new songs
  • Dancing, dancing, dancing. Made me want to sign up for a dance class tomorrow
  • New characters and scenes that must be based on the book (which I haven't read)
  • There is a funny butler role that I want to play in the national tour. Gotta sign up for that class asap!
  • Beautiful, wonderful, perfect set
  • The Banks children were far less annoying than their exact counterparts in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
  • My seat was horribly uncomfortable and not suitable for anyone over 6ft. It was a few miles away from the stage, but I had the opera glasses so I could occasionally check in to see what their faces were doing.
  • There were 5 kagillion children.
  • The first act was too long; a few numbers should be snipped.
  • Gwen's role Mrs. Brill(which I'm pretty sure you (Gwen) read for a few times) was played by an actual British woman, so maybe that's why they chose her? She did that really high pitched voice immediately into the low pitched voice, lilty thing. Does that make sense? She was actually great and at one point received exit applause (love that) but I hate her because I love Gwen. Stupid Brit. Ps, the funny butler is in every scene with your character, so let's do the national tour together!!
  • Porno Lipped Marie's guy is in the show as the gayest statue ever! Ugh.

I paid $40 for an aisle seat in the balcony. It was worth it. Yes, I was uncomfortable, but I forgot about that. There were a few other wonderfully amazing terrific things that happened, but I don't want to spoil anything. Go see it. Yay!

Next week is High Fidelity which I'm nervous I might hate and then the following week is The Apple Tree with Kristen Chenoweth. THEN on Dec 1st is my show...wow. Gotta get back to work at work so I can work on the show!


Tuesday, November 14, 2006


Hello all. Today is so much better than yesterday. I'm not feeling icky, work is pretty slow, I had a chance to update the script. Yay. We had a lovely rehearsal last night which gave us some great new ideas, some ideas about things that aren't quite working, etc. Hooray! I think we're going to just have a blast. I hope we pack the room to the hilt and have to book 5 additional dates and then take it on tour. Here's to hoping.

Heroes was pretty good last night, but I have to be honest, I was working on the show so I didn't pay too close attention. So, I don't have much to report. On Monday two of the members of the cast of Heroes are going to be signing merchandise at the NBC Experience store. I considered going, but I'm not ready to step up my geek status just yet. I'm okay with pseudo-geek. Geek-lite.

Tonight I'm seeing Mary Poppins! Yay! I'm in the balcony, but I'm going to bring Noodle's opera glasses, so it should be fine. I'm told she (Mary P, not Noodle) flies up there, so that could be cool. I hope there aren't too many children near by. Ugh. Ahh well. I'll report back on how the show is, but I'm very excited.

One of the chicas from work came by and said a bunch of the guys on the trading floor were getting manicures. Whah? It turns out a bunch of them were clipping their nails at their desks. Ew. We chatted a bit about what it must have been like 10 years ago for women on the trading floor. I mean it must be a little better, but the attitude would be hard to endure every day. I mean what the hell do I know? I ain't no chica, but I can only imagine. Oy.

Ahh to hear, "Five minutes to places."


Mr. Doodle

Monday, November 13, 2006

Mondoodles suck oodles

Ugh. I hate Mondays. Maybe I wouldn't hate them so much if I could wake up at 9 or 10. But when the alarm starts going off at 7 I just want to kill it. I am not wired to work a 9-5 job. I hate hate hate hate the morning time. I long for an 11-7 or dare I say it, a 7:30 PM call for an 8:00 curtain. Wouldn't that be loverly? Oh well. Soon enough I suppose.

Anyhoo the Parodivas are meeting with two of our cast members tonight. It's fun to say that. We're going to work on patter and such. At least I have something to look forward to. Yay! I think this is going to be a very fun show and I hope we get a nice crowd.

That's all for now, maybe more when I'm in a better non-Monday mood.


Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Parodivas are PARADOODLED!!!

We're premiering our new show at The Duplex! Yayyayyayayayayayyyyyyy! Everything has been confirmed, so I don't feel paranoid about announcing it to the world!!! Check out our website for all the details.


We'll be featuring some friends and we'll be doing a parody of a song suggested by someone who entered our contest. Oooooh. Ahhhhh.

Anyhoo, I am excited and so is Darladiva and our Parodiva Pals.

That's all for now, I've got a script to polish. And a Polish sausage to eat.


Tuesday, November 07, 2006

36th Post Tuesdle

Woot woot. Workin' out the new layout. I was tired of scrolling through Mexican blogs and seeing the EXACT same template as mine. Sooooo, changed and changed. I'm not quite used to it and if I knew more about html it would look a little better, but at least it's not conformative or whatever. Damn the man and stuff. Friday Night Lights is about to start, so I can't write for long. Hottie football guys and the skanks who love them (like me). Oooooh election results are on. Will the Democrats take over the world? We shall see. Oooh, first black governor in Massachusetts. You go MA, go. The twirls can get married in MA and it's governed by a black man. Holllah! Okay, they're going a bit crazy with the not showing me my football soap opera. Ummm, politics are neat and all, but ain't none of them heading for the showers. Ooh, I'm so naughty. And such a fan of ooooooh ing. Okay, just saw a hottie. Yay! It's on. So dramatical. So masculinical. So doodlical. Anyhoo, I'm off to make some burritos and drink some vodka while watching the boob tube. Hmmm boobs? I guess.


Monday, November 06, 2006

Mon-doodles are eh.

Hi. Boy oh boy it's been a long life. My job has been pretty stressful lately and it leaves me wondering, why oh why am I working in finance. But, as Darladiva and I pass the new script via email back and forth, it all seems okay. This job pays my rent and (sometimes) affords me the time to work on shows at my desk. That's why, I suppose. I just can't wait to get rid of my debt so I can feel freer. Until that time I feel I have to stay in a job like this one in order to get the bills paid. I hate feeling trapped. I guess everyone feels trapped in their respective jobs at some time, right? I had quite a big problem at work on Friday and it left me feeling upset and nervous and doubtful of whether or not I even want to keep working at a "day job." I just don't feel appreciated, which is fine, really, because these people don't even know what I'm capable of. They think I'm a dumb kid who calls himself a playwright, which I don't...they do. Oy. Now, the question is whether or not I invite these people to our next show. Hmmm. I just don't know. I guess I'll just see how I feel when the time of the show is closer. Speaking of which, we should be doing an email blast something or other this week about the new show. It's coming together. "bit by bit..."

Heroes tonight, yay!

Friday, November 03, 2006

Fri-doodle. Thank Google.

Morning all, I hope you are as excited as I am that it is FINALLY Friday. I checked with Guiness and it is officially the longest week ever. Time for some Guiness to unwind from this week, and by Guiness I mean vodka. Gallons and gallons of vodka and mimosa and bloody mary mix and burgers and eggs benedict and theatre and friendly rendez-vous. That is what the weekend means to me. I'm really enjoying the weather. It's not cold enough yet for me to have to wear a scarf and gloves. I love jacket weather because I love jackets and sweaters and layering. Today I'm wearing a pink shirt under a black sweater. I'm so preppy. Preppy McDoodle. I'm waiting for Darladiva to start emailing me. I don't know where she had be at. Maybe her job is making her work. Gawd! LEAVE HER ALONE! This morning has been very quiet at work, thank goodness. After the past two weeks of hell, it's nice to have a breather and actually take a moment to write something here.

Tonight The Divine Miss Gwen has organized a little outing of sorts. A group of us is going to see Love, Death, and Interior Decorating (an evening of one-act plays). She got a bunch of comps from a guy who did the pr for a show she was in a little while ago. A show in which she got a fabulous mention in The Times. Go Gwen, go. The plays are by "an emerging young playwright by the name of Keith Boynton." We shall see. Fun times.

Other than this little gathering tonight I don't really have anything planned. While I love this, the BF tends to like solid plans and an itinerary. Since all I do all day during the week is put together itineraries, I tend to hate them. Oy. Anyhoo. I feel like it's a good weekend for curling up and reading a play or watching dvds. Maybe he'll be into that. We shall see. And of course I'll have to have brunch either Saturday or Sunday or both. Brunch is love.

Darladiva and I have come up with yet another concept for a cabaret. It seems this will be the one we will go with if we can get everything lined up very very soon. We're very excited to get to work and we'll keep you posted. Check out her blog especially on Thursdays because she posts her wonderful poetry there. She's pretty darn terrific if I do say so myself. And I do say so myself. So there. It's said.

I'm realizing, since there's nothing on TV except for campaign ads, that I probably need to do some research if I'm going to vote on Tuesday. Is it bad to just select the Democratic candidate? Is it bad that I don't even know who Spitzer is running against? Ah well. I'll just write in Fiorello.


Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween? Whence did thee become LAME?

I am so over Halloween. The BF made orange cocktails, carved a pumpkin (last weekend), and played scary music while we got ready to go to the human traffic jam/true nightmare that is the Halloween Parade in the Village. All we (although not so much me) wanted to do was to show off our Grey Gardens costumes at Maries, sing a showtune or two and go on our merry way. Easier said than done. It was an absolute jumble-fuck trying to get there. The BF decided we had to walk the 30 blocks or so, and even if he hadn't decided that, a cab was impossible. I was in heels that I bought for $1. Not so comfy. I took them off and sacrificed the feet of my three pairs of stockings. What the fuck ever, I WAS IN PAIN. Once in the Village we made it across the street to Maries but could not actually GET there because of angry angry hippos, I mean police, who wanted us to die. We had to walk (some more) around the very full (I'm talking body to body wall to wall annoying pretty pretty princesses elbowing me in the side to get by) block to get there. We get there and there are no regulars. Who are all these people and who told them about this gem of a dive piano bar? Whoever it is should die. To top it off, some other queen was wearing almost exactly what I was wearing. Keep in mind I had to make most of my costume, so this was most annoying. Stupid fag has the same damn idea I had. Stupd McStupid. So, we left. We tried Rose's Turn, but it was even worse. So we decided we would try to get a cab. We were not successful for a long long time. By this point my feet are DYING. I had a quick grievance ceremony for them once we finally got into a cab. I thought FOR SURE, the night was through, but The BF insisted on going to one more bar. Fine. It was still pretty early. We got drinks and I sat in a corner watching a Bat and Dorothy dance. He went out to smoke and was gone forever. He was gone for 30 minutes. I finally got pissed and paranoid and went to find him. As I was walking out he was on his way back in. "Oh, I'm glad you came out here, I want you to meet my new friend, he loves Grey Gardens!" I will cut this new "friend" who's young and cute. Mm mm no. Whatever, I got mad at The BF and told him I was leaving. He gave in and thank god, I rushed to the corner with my now bare feet and grabbed a cab home. All in all it was a mish mash jumble of mish mosh and puh puh, no thank you.

Please someone, can you have a party next year? I simply CANNOT do this again.


Tonight I'm going to relax and watch tv and try not to think about work or Halloween or anything. Yay!

I should have gone as a Magna-Doodle.