WATCH WHILE I OVERDOSE ON COMMERCIALISM.

Or, listen. Your choice.

I decided to drop more cash than I probably have to spend (one of the vain advantages to my summer with the "rents") on the musical ditties and reasonably-notorious garments I've yet to purchase for my own exceedingly witty pleasure. Here's a taste:
The local library was kind enough to let me "borrow" (Read: "borrow") Starlight Express and the famously delightful Smokey Joe's Cafe. Starlight is really just so that I can laugh for a few hours, but as a result of the aneurysm-inducing sluggishness I've experienced in past weeks, I have decidedly earned said laughter.
Barnes and Noble bombarded me (entirely against my will, I assure you) with sale prices galore. I had no choice but to bring home the ever-scrumptious Stephen Lynch and The Wedding Singer ensemble at large. And, dare I say it, the score is absolutely adorable. I was enduringly unreceptive to the mildly-recognized show at first, but the music itself is leading me towards proverbial "wedded bliss." Damn you, quirky 80's spunk.
And if one were to hypothisize that three cast albums were suitable for a single day, they would be wrong. And stupid. The Drowsy Chaperone left with me, and whereas its outlook was slightly less fertile than Wedding Singer, perhaps it, too, will shoot me out of a cannon and gliding into a cheese-like moon. Of cheese. Because Drowsy Chaperone will be nothing but pure Velveeta.


See? Proof positive.

[Editor's Note: iTunes has just guided me through my first complete Wedding Singer experience, and I might as well give up the grudge against humanity at large and stand outside of TKTS to get inexpensive loser seating for this painfully enduring production. Ugh. It's so cute.]

Also on the list of needless items I now own is a delicate, tasteful shirt that productively declares, "I blogged your mom." Like I said, delightfully tasteful.
And, in accordance with nerdly statutes everywhere, I will gracefully proclaim the glory of Samberg and Parnell, "Double True!"

It might be reasonably impossible for me to be much more awesome. Except for the fact that no brilliantly-minded individual in the universe would agree.
Ha. Geniuses. What do they know?

THE WAITING GAME.

This week shall consist of dramatic immersion (Read: Script Scouring), job interviews, and working my rear off in hopes of launching a successful "Drama Camp" for the Palm Harbor YMCA.
Needless to say, I am more than eager to find myself employed and busy. The days cannot pass by any more quickly, I assure one and all.
Sleep. I need sleep.
I need painkillers, too, but sleep is much less expensive, I've found.

Fierce.

THIS IS WHY I GO TO A CHIROPRACTOR.

I managed to practically adjust my own back via laughter while I was told this story.
In the words of Dr. McCutcheon, "you can't make crap like that up."

BUENOS AIRES - A dog that fell from a 13th-floor balcony Friday night triggered three deaths in central Buenos Aires, police and witnesses said. The dog, a poodle named Cachi, hit 75-year-old Marta Espina on the head, and both the woman and the dog died instantly, a police officer said. Edith Sola, 46, was knocked down by a bus while standing in the middle of the street at the edge of a crowd that had gathered to watch the scene, police said. And an unidentified man who saw both incidents suffered a heart attack and died in the ambulance on his way to hospital. It was not immediately clear why the dog fell.

Thank you, oh, God, thank you St. Petersburg Times Archives.

AND I AM TELLING YOU...

...I feel so very insignificant.



And I think Jennifer Holliday is the only human being that can make that an okay thing.

[Editor's Note: The only possible thing I can say is "thank you, You Tube, for rectifying so much of my musical obsession." Finally, the one place on earth I can find forgotten Tony performances. The internet is for theatre.]

LIBRARY MUSICAL.

Just when I think that life is lacking purpose, I find something as ingeniously wonderful as this.
And, luckily for us, there is a sequel to this brilliance.
Praise Prangstgrüp.

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY.

It's always amazing to me how a single day can prove so entirely inconsequential. Stitting in my mother's car this evening, I found myself pondering over and over again exactly what words I could possibly synthesize to make sense of my overwhelmed persona and introspective hell.
Ironically enough, I've come to discover yesterday's entry.
After twenty-four hours, absolutely nothing in my life has changed.
How remarkably pathetic.

SHE CRIES.

There are moments when I despise life for appearing in such black and white terms: stark observations of exactly what, where, how, and why things are happening. Perhaps it isn't life's fault for these conditional settings. Maybe my own mind has deemed them necessary, and treats them as definitive requirements for happy and successful life.
I wish I could abolish those terms more than anything else I've ever wished before. They have set the conventional standard for my livelihood, and now, without them, I am forced to set a halt to all progression, expression, and vivacious living.
Of these parameters sits one of great paramount, of ever-desirable consequence: love. I have finally reached the point of love in my life where these guidelines abolish any prosperity without said object of adoration. In that sense, every moment I face without that emotional-keystone is one in which my conscience deems lacking, or, along that same line of thought, incomplete. I am, so to speak, invalidly functioning without this new, learned composition of my personality.
Effing tears.

[Editor's Note: Where would I be without A Mighty Wind? This movie is the only thing that's gotten me through the last few days. Christopher Guest is my homeboy.]

LIFE IS SO FREAKING GOOD.

Official IMDB listing for Kelley L. Smith.

Here's hoping that I get to add some actual credits to it someday.

Ha.

"LOCH NESS IMPOSTER."

I just indulged in my t-shirt fancy and found this beauty via Threadless.



How sweet it is.

WELCOME, RUFUS HARVEY BRANAGH.

Yep. Mom bought me an iDog.
He's unbearably adorable.
You'll just have to deal with it, Haters.

HEARTLESS? LET'S TRY "CALCULATED."

Why is it that I am so quick to deem myself inferior when someone comes my way with a problem or difficulty that I simply can't emotionally relate to? What is it about me that forces some sort of hedonistic inadequacy into my system, bent on guilting me for all eternity, merely because I do not fall prey to an emotionally distraught plane over one singular occurrence that, surely, will not be the end of the universe, nor anything that will prove mortal or disfiguring? Do I have any sympathy left in this cold, hardened shell? Do I even care enough to continue asking that question?

The world may never know.

TONY, TONY, TONY, TONY, TONY...

The Play-By-Play(-By-Musical) That No One Wants To Read:

1. Harry Connick, Jr. looks like an addict. Scary. Give us an actor, please.
2. DAVID HYDE-PIERCE!!!!!
3. Kera Sedgwick and Josh Lucas are stars? I'm confused.
4. Please, let Barnet win.
5. He's really hot.
6. Ooh. So is Gleason.
7. Tight category. Very good looking men. Who gets it?
8. Ian. Gotcha.
9. Oh, Frank Langella. If you weren't so damn mean in Dave, we would still love you.
10. Shut up, Rogue.
11. Francis de la Tour is my pick. Please, let the crazy woman win.
12. Yay!
13. I calls 'em like I sees 'em.
14. Be-otches.
15. Joe Pesci? Ha.
16. The pre-show mentioned commercial expertise. I am so not impressed. Except for the fact that it was totally Michael Hitchcock ducking from the rain. Hot.
17. "Let's not wait until we sit through another crappy commercial!"
18. The New Adventures Of Old Christine looks like yet another CBS show I will not be watching. Thanks, Network Television!
19. Jane, I don't really like you. But Michael Jeter is my favorite dead man in the universe. Good God, he was amazing.
20. Chita. Oh, Chita.
21. Bob Fosse said "Dance expresses joy better than anything else." Except, I think, the bald, joy-filled, and gleeful face on Casey Nicholaw right before Kathleen Marshall stole away his category.
22. Stop talking, Kathleen.
23. All of these Great Quotes In Tony Winning History are killing me. Give me awkward scripting or give me death, American Theatre Wing!
24. "Stupendous." That just made my night.
25. Oh, Drowsy Chaperone. "Show-off"! Thank GOD!
26. Sutton rocks my proverbial socks.
27. She is easily my favorite female in Musical Theatre right now. Gorgeous, cute, talented, lovely, and engaged to the cutest male nerd in theatrical history.
28. This show is boring me, I'm afraid. It's perfect star-vehicle for Sutton, but other than that...
29. I just love her. That's all there is to it.
30. AND THEY FLASHED CHRISTIAN RIGHT AT THE LAST MOMENT, LOOKING ALL CUTE AND PROUD! GAH! CBS! THEY'RE SO DAMN CUTE.
31. I think I can restrain myself, A Chorus Line commercial. Same with Mary Poppins, you silly network advertisements!
32. "I promise to be a rat dog." Nice one, Cesar.
33. AIM away message reads, "Watching the Tonys. Interrupt me and die."
34. Oh, Paul Rudd. You can't read. And you "need Lasik." How endearing.
35. "I really do need that surgery." If you have to admit it on national television, then, yes, you do. Good thing they included it in the gift bags.
36. Um. A win for Drowsy Chaperone. Hmm. Don't expect that to win. "Literally."
37. "Deported back to Canada." I love them.
38. Barbara Cook. You're so colorful.
39. And Paul Shaffer. You're so bald.
40. Ha. Lloyd Webber certainly didn't show up for Woman In White. Do I blame him? No.
41. Drowsy Chaperone?! Are you as wonderful as the Tony Voters would have me believe? Only an album release will convince me.
42. JOANNE! I MISSED YOU! And NEIL! Yay!
43. SWEENEY! Now everyone will see why I loved it so much. Ha.
44. THE OPENING!!!! AHHHHH!!!!!!!
45. And "The Worst Pies In London." It is so my night.
46. This has got to be the most amazing Tony Performance Concoction EVER.
47. I have to go take a shower. Because, I mean, CHRIST: THAT WAS HOT.
48. The Lion King. Right. This has to be the first year of constant show ads. I'm Lovin' It. And now, I owe McDonald's money.
49. Why haven't I been watching How I Met Your Mother?
50. Oh, Liza. What a crazy.
51. Rosie, you drive me insane. And not because I like you.
52. "The Year In Plays!"
53. Hank and Oliver- Hottest Character Actors.
54. And John Doyle must win.
55. And...He does. Good.
56. And...He gives an honest, admirable speech. Sweet.
57. Jersey Boys introducing Jersey Boys. Loves it.
58. John Lloyd Young, may I jump you, please?
59. Oh, Jersey Boys. You are my Four Seasons of Wonderful-ness. If it doesn't win Best Musical, I will cry.
60. Who loves you, pretty baby? I do. Yep.
61. Mandy Patinkin can Crestor my blood pressure any time.
62. Broadway Across America is trying to get the family vote. Freaking Conservatives.
63. HARVEY!!! "A gay man's work is never done." He is my favorite. Seriously.
64. Angela Lansbury. My dearest.
65. "One Day More". And "And I Am Telling You". Basically amazing.
66. Mary Lane! I mean, Kristen Bell! How cute is she? She thinks that this guy is so damn freaky. And rightly so.
67. You might as well be buried, Hal Holbreck. But you're still amazing.
68. Awake And Sing. Okay.
69. Molly Ringwald has big eyes. And is probably insane. Because I say so.
70. "Your Wedding Day". The only good number in the show. I love life.
71. Stephen Lynch, I will have you.
72. Seriously, I heard this number months ago, and I knew then that it would be the only good song. And of course, I was correct. At least it's fun. And it sounds great. The only song that does, but still.
73. Jimmy Woods! I will watch your crappy CBS show, but only because you were Hades at one point in your career. That takes balls.
74. Ha. Broderick. He's like, ten.
75. Hooray for Simon Beale! Christopher Seiber! I missed you! Oh, Spamalot was such a fun show. But they really need to stop inviting the former Musical winners to talk about the American Theatre Wing. It's just kind of sad.
76. Sara is wonderfully large. And he (T-something) makes my life, but only because he's so wonderfully comic.
77. Drowsy Chaperone is driving me crazy this evening. It has to be better than that number, because this is insane.
78. "EAHhHh." She just gave the greatest speech ever.
79. Jim and Anna make me the happiest little theatrical geek alive.
80. Alan Cumming. You are so gay. And I am okay with that.
81. Cyndi Lauper, your voice is gone. I'm sorry. But, I thought you should know.
82. This number may very well be as boring as the thought of Alan Cumming kissing a woman. Ha! It just happened! I am a genius.
83. And now he's kissing a man. Much better.
84. Oh, please, Gods Of Television, give me another A Chorus Line commercial. What?! Huzzah! It worked!
85. We're already half-way through and I've only screamed once or twice. Talk about your uneventful Tony Award Ceremony.
86. Here's the Tampa Bay Performing Arts Center season: Monty Python's Spamalot, The 25th Annual Putnum County Spelling Bee, On Golden Pond, The Light In The Piazza, Doubt, and Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. Who, may I ask, slept with the entire American Theatre Wing to get that schedule?
87. Here's hoping that The History Boys takes home the Tony.
88. Wait. "Murder over cat"? How did Stanley Tucci get through that with a straight face?
89. Oh, return of The Dioramas!
90. "A Republican puppet. That rings a bell." Hooray for Christine Ebersol and the best line of the evening.
91. "The lights, the costumes, Alan Cuming...Call me!" Rod, you will forever be a presenter, won't you?
92. Christian Hoff?! I am so excited for him, but what the crap!? YAY!!!
93. Score one for my Jersey Boys.
94. Brian Stokes Mitchell: My Man of La Mancha. And hottness.
95. That was the greatest Hal Prince no-named-actor-stand-in-montage ever.
96. And, of course, we have to sit through "Music of the Night." Why God, why? Not really- he's good. Ooh. Really good.
97. DREAMGIRLS PREVIEW!!! Ugh. My life just got so much better. I've been waiting for that teaser for at least a year. Happy Kelley.
98. Ben Vereen...Why do I not see you more often?
99. "Ahh! What joy!" Ha! So, they DID give out a "replacement Tony" this year.
100. She's such a cute old lady. I have to become her best friend.
101. WHAT?! Cynthia Nixon! That's the second big steal of the evening. Wow. That's all I can say.
102. I love me some really tanned Tyne Daly.
103. Cynthia Nixon is a cute theatre junkie. And I think I like her.
104. Not like that.
105. Julia, stop sucking up because nobody likes you. Now.
106. Richard! Hooray! Now little kids will have an excuse to love you. Well, any kids that watch the Tony Awards. So, really, little kids will still hate you. Sorry. But I love you.
107. Griffiths is the funniest man alive. Thank God I'm taping this ceremony.
108. McKean! I love you oh-so-much!
109. But I hate The Pajama Game. How much can they slide those octives? Eww.
110. Yes, we know he plays the piano. Wow. Big Whoop.
111. He is most definitely an addict. I mean, look at him. Jeez.
112. "Ole!" No, "olay," as in, "Oil Of Olay." Something Harry might want to look into if he wants to destroy those bags under his eyes.
113. There is no business like show business, CBS. Advertisers, you might want to remember that.
114. The Color Purple is the only number yet to perform. Let's hope that LaChanze blows us away. She should. I don't have any doubts.
115. Groucho. You ham.
116. Norbert! Victoria! I saw you at a bus stop! No, not you, Norbert.
117. Ha. I watched the early show. So, there. I was at the clam-bake.
118. Costume Designers looked pretty scary tonight. Hmm.
119. Jonathan Pryce is my choice for Never-Ending-Love-Affair.
120. PAJAMA GAME? What kind of crap is that?! Sweeney Todd was horribly robbed. I wonder if Roundabout has it rigged by now?
121. Alfrie comes out to make us sad about death. This will be heartfelt, I'm sure.
122. James Earl Jones is the greatest actor ever. Honestly. He's unbelievable.
123. Oh, but they forget to mention that August Wilson didn't like white people very much. Something about "racism," if I remember correctly. He would have cut Cynthia Nixon. Cut her with a spoon. And Alfrie would have laughed.
124. SO MANY DEAD PEOPLE. My goodness. I am saddened.
125. DAVID. I would have your logical, dead-pan children.
126. Yay for The History Boys!
127. Oprah and her shimmery dress are only relatively captivating. But, I must admit, she's the most compelling announcer thus far.
128. "Hell no." Damn, she's unbelievable. Yep, The Color Purple is going to win. Sorry, Jersey Boys.
129. Bernadette...GROSS!
130. My father says that I have to say just how much I hate Bernadette Peters. And so, I will. I hate her a lot.
131. Glen Close has guns.
132. YAYAYAYAY! John Lloyd Young! I love you! Yay for winning! You're amazing! Please, let me jump on you.
133. This is the greatest acceptance speech ever. He makes me so happy.
134. Bernadette is...Ugh. Let's just hope that Patti wins.
135. LaChanze. Okay. I can deal with that. Ooh, standing ovation, too. Loves it.
136. Oh, Julie Andrews! Must we wait through commercials to see your shining face?
137. Wow. A whole ceremony without Nathan. I think I might cry.
138. Yay! Julie! She's so red!
139. "Oh! Those dear boys have lost her talent!" How much do I love Mary Martin?
140. JERSEY BOYS TOOK IT! YES! HAZAAH! THAT MAKES MY LIFE! Oh, life is good!
141. And we get another shot of the gorgeous Lloyd Young. Mmm.
142. Christian Hoff, I love you, too. You don't have to say it.
143. Oh, Oprah is going to cut a bitch. Cynthia Nixon- watch out.
144. American Theatre Wing, if you've learned anything tonight, it is obviously that you need a host to keep my focus. Hell, I'll even deal with Jackman. Just make it cohesive. Love, Kelley.

That will do it, darlings. To steal from the darling Julie Andrews, "until next year."

THE 60TH ANNUAL TONY AWARDS: CELEBRATING EXCELLENCE ON BROADWAY.

Aww. My favorite day of the year.



Luckily for me, festivities will begin somewhere around 6:00PM this evening, providing me with at least five hours of theatrical oggling and giddy, rambunctious excitement.
Tonight, only gay men and divas hold my interest, and those who fall somewhere in-between will be forced to fight for the honor. This is the one evening every year where I can yell at my television screen because Hugh Jackman is simply not flamboyant enough (Ha! I kid!), condemn Bernadette Peters for her infernal ability to convince others that she's talented, drool every time Nathan Lane appears onscreen, and, in a nutshell, admit to my couch and other living room furniture just how many psychological issues I face on a daily basis.

Like I said, my favorite day of the year.

Tune into CBS at 8:00PM for the fruity, flaming, fantabulous fun.
(Alliteration kicks ass, be-otches. Deal.)

CRAP.

I can already tell that this is going to be a rough day.



So lonely.

SMILE.

This made my heart soar.
Eternal Love to Post Secret.

LIFE IS PANDEMONIUM.

Ugh.
Ignore, if you can, the blatant insanity of my earlier post. I am, dare I say it, starved for human attention at this point, leaving me with nothing but my iPod and a laptop just daring me to type up whacky Excel files for all the world to witness.
It has been a rather harrowing few weeks.
Would that someone, anyone, come to my rescue. But, alas.
Freaking poetic tone.

THIS IS NOT PATHETIC, RIGHT?

I found some illegitimate joke of a survey demanding to know the extent of my musical knowledge. Needless to say, I kicked its sorry quizzical ass into the gutter, and comprised my own, relatively comprehensive, list of all the musicals I happen to know.

Yes. This is how I spend my Friday afternoons.
Deal.

1776
70, Girls, 70
110 In The Shade
42nd Street
A Chorus Line
A Class Act
A Day In Hollywood/A Night In The Ukraine
A Doll's Life
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum
A Grand Night For Singing
A Hand Is On The Gate
A Joyful Noise
A Little Night Music
A New Brain
A Year With Frog And Toad
A, My Name Is Alice
Aida
Ain't Misbehavin'
Ain't Supposed To Die A Natural Death
All American
All Shook Up
Allegro
Altar Boyz
Amen Corner
Amour
Angel
Angel In The Wings
Anna Karenina
Annie Get Your Gun
Anything Goes
Applause
Aspects Of Love
Assassins
Avenue Q
Baby
Ballroom
Bajour
Baker Street
Bare
Barnum
Bat Boy
Beauty And The Beast
Bells Are Ringing
Big
Big Deal
Big River
Black And Blue
Blast
Blood Brothers
Blues In The Night
Bombay Dreams
Bounce
Boys From Syracuse
Brigadoon
Bring Back Birdie
Bring In 'Da Noise/Bring In 'Da Funk
Brooklyn
Bubbling Brown Sugar
Buddy
By Jeeves
Bye, Bye Birdie
Cabaret
Camelot
Can-Can
Candide
Canterbury Tales
Carnival
Carnival In Flanders
Caroline, Or Change
Carousel
Carrie
Catch A Star
Cats
Chess
Chicago
Children Of Eden
Chita Rivera: The Dancer's Life
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Chronicle Of A Death Foretold
Cinderella
City Of Angels
Coco
Comin' Uptown
Company
Contact
Copacabana
Cradle Will Rock
Crazy For You
Cry For Us All
Cyrano
Dames At Sea
Damn Yankees
Dance Of The Vampires
Dancin'
Darling Of The Day
Das Barbecu
Dear World
Destry Rides Again
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Do Re Mi
Do I Hear A Waltz?
Doctor Jazz
Don't Bother Me, I Can't Cope
Doonesbury
Dracula
Dreamgirls
Eating Raoul
Elegies
Enter The Guardsmen
Eubie
Evening Primrose
Evita
Falsettoland
Fame
Fanny
Fiddler On The Roof
Finian's Rainbow
Fiorello!
Five Guys Named Moe
Flora And The Red Menace
Flower Drum Song
Follies
Footloose
Forever Plaid
Forever Tango
Fosse
Foxy
From The Second City
Funny Girl
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes
George M!
Georgy
Gigi
Godspell
Golden Boy
Goldilocks
Good Vibrations
Goodtime Charley
Grand Hotel
Grease
Grind
Guys And Dolls
Gypsy
Hair
Hairspray
Half A Sixpence
Hallelujah, Baby!
Happy End
Hazel Flagg
Hedwig And The Angry Inch
Hello, Dolly
Henry, Sweet Henry
High Society
High Spirits
Honk!
Hot Feet
How Now, Dow Jones
How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying
I Can Get It For You Wholesale
I Do! I Do!
I Had A Ball
I Love My Wife
I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change
I Remember Mama
Illya, Darling
In My Life
Inner City
Into The Woods
Irene
Irma La Douce
It Ain't Nothin' But The Blues
Jamaica
James Joyce's The Dead
Jane Eyre
Jekyll And Hyde
Jelly's Last Jam
Jerome Kern Goes to Hollywood
Jerome Robbins' Broadway
Jerry Springer: The Opera
Jerry's Girls
Jersey Boys
Jesus Christ Superstar
Jon And Jen
Joseph And The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Juan Darien
Kean
King Of Hearts
Kismet
Kiss Me, Kate
Kiss Of The Spiderwoman
La Boheme
La Cage Aux Folles
La Plume De Ma Tante
Leader Of The Pack
Legs Diamond
Lennon
Les Miserables
Lestat
Let Em' Eat Cake
Little Me
Little Women
Loot
Loreli
Lost In The Stars
Love Life
Lovely Ladies, Kind Gentleman
Lucky Stiff
Mack and Mabel
Maggie Flynn
Mama Mia
Mame
Man Of La Mancha
March Of The Falsettos
Marie Christine
Marlene
Marlowe
Martin Guerre
Mary Poppins
Me And Juliet
Me And My Girl
Meet Me In St. Louis
Merlin
Merrily We Roll Along
Milk And Honey
Miss Saigon
Moby Dick
Monty Python's Spamalot
Movin' Out
Mr. President
My Fair Lady
My Favorite Year
My Old Friends
My One And Only
Naked Boys Singing
Never Gonna Dance
New Girl In Town
News
Nick And Nora
Nine
No Strings
No, No, Nanette
Nunsense
Nunsense 2: The Sequel
Of Thee I Sing
Oh, Captain!
Oh, Coward!
Oh, Kay!
Oh, What A Lovely War
Oklahoma!
Oliver!
On A Clear Day You Can See Forever
On The Town
On The Twentieth Century
On Your Toes
Once On This Island
Once Upon A Mattress
Over Here!
Pacific Overtures
Pal Joey
Parade
Passion
Peter Pan
Phantom
Phoenix '55
Pickwick
Pipe Dream
Pippin
Platinum
Play On
Porgy And Bess
Promises, Promises
Pump Boys and Dinettes
Purlie
Quilters
Ragtime
Rags
Raisin
Redhead
Reefer Madness
RENT
Ring Of Fire
Riverdance
Romance/Romance
Rumple
Runaways
Ruthless
Sail Away
Sarafina!
Sarava
Saturday Night
Saturday Night Fever
Scrooge
Seesaw
Seussical The Musical
Seven Brides For Seven Brothers
She Loves Me
Shelter
Shenandoah
Shogun: The Musical
Show Girl
Showboat
Side By Side By Sondheim
Sideshow
Singin' In The Rain
Skyscraper
Smile
Smokey Joe's Cafe
Snoopy
Song And Dance
Songs For A New World
Sophisticated Ladies
South Pacific
Souvenir
Starlight Express
Starmites
State Fair
Steel Pier
Stomp
Stop The World- I Want To Get Off
Subways Are For Sleeping
Sugar
Sugar Babies
Sunday In The Park With George
Sunset Boulevard
Superman
Swan Lake
Sweeney Todd
Sweet Charity
Sweet Smell Of Success
Swing
Swinging On A Star
Taboo
Take Me Along
Tango Argentino
Tarzan
Teddy And Alice
Tenderloin
The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee
The Act
The Adventures Of Tom Sawyer
The Apple Tree
The Best Little Whorehouse Goes Public
The Best Little Whorehouse In Texas
The Boy Friend
The Boy From Oz
The Civil War
The Color Purple
The Drowsy Chaperone
The Fantasticks
The Fig Leaves Are Falling
The Frogs
The Full Monty
The Gay Life
The Gift
The Girl Who Came To Supper
The Goodbye Girl
The Grand Music Hall Of Israel
The Grand Tour
The Great American Trailer Park Musical
The Happy Time
The High Rollers Social And Pleasure Club
The King And I
The Last Five Years
The Lieutenant
The Light In The Piazza
The Lion King
The Me Nobody Knows
The Merry Widow
The Mikado
The Most Happy Fella
The Music Man
The Mystery Of Edwin Drood
The Night That Made America Famous
The Pajama Game
The Phantom Of The Opera
The Pirates Of Penzance
The Producers
The Rink
The Roar Of The Greasepaint - The Smell Of The Crowd
The Robber Bridegroom
The Rocky Horror Show
The Rothschilds
The Scarlet Pimpernel
The Secret Garden
The Sound Of Music
The Tap Dance Kid
The Threepenny Opera
The Unsinkable Molly Brown
The Vamp
The Wedding Singer
The Who's Tommy
The Wild Party
The Wild Party
The Will Rogers Follies
The Witches Of Eastwick
The Wiz
The Wizard Of Oz
The Woman In White
They're Playing Our Song
Thoroughly Modern Millie
Thou Shalt Not
Tick, Tick...BOOM!
Timbuktu!
Tintypes
Titanic
Top Banana
Tovarich
Triumph Of Love
Two Gentlemen Of Verona
Two If By Sea
Uptown…It's Hot!
Urban Cowboy
Urinetown
Very Good Eddie
Victor/Victoria
Walking Happy
West Side Story
What Makes Sammy Run
Where's Charley?
Whistle Down The Wind
Whoop-Up
Wicked
Wish You Were Here
Woman Of The Year
Wonderful Town
Working
You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown
Your Arm's Too Short To Box With God
Zanna, Don't!
Ziegfeld Follies
Zorba

[Editor's Note: This is not the end-all or be-all of lists. I'm adding to it as the day continues, as a matter of fact. If you want to find some sort of realistic and comprehensive listing of musicals, take a gander at Musicals 101. They have, by far, one of the most thorough and complete lists of shows in the musical theatre realm, and far beyond that of the Internet Broadway Database, if not merely for the fact that 101 caters to international theatre.]

PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE RAMPANT POSTING.

If I can manage one blog, why not a second?

Actually, it seems reasonable for me to double-post my entries whenever I have the opportunity, so, hopefully they will begin to show up both at the LiveJournal account and, as always, here at my best friend, Blogger.

It's summer.
I'm bored.
Give me a break.

GROUNDHOG DAY.

After a day in absolute pain and dissolution, I sat down this evening to watch "Groundhog Day" for the first time in years. I have to acknowledge Andrea, as she was completely and infinitely correct: it's one of Bill Murray's greatest performances, not to mention one of my favorite movies. In the realm of redemption, it's one of the few plots essentially conveyed with enough taste and enthusiasm to leave me with a resolute feeling of possibility and hopeless romanticism. In this very instant, I'm convinced that I'll wake up tomorrow facing the same issues I dealt with already, plotting merely to tie up all loose ends before the clock strikes six in the morning.
Ridiculous? Yes.
But, honestly, how wonderful is the thought that life is set before us with no determining factors except for the underlying hope that we will bring definitive good to those around us, and will work for the betterment of their lives in order for ours, ultimately, to succeed. I want to fight unceasingly for those surrounding me, not because of what they will provide me with if I do so, but entirely for their own good, and the mere fact that taking care of others is, essentially, the only "right" thing to do.
There is a legitimate surge within me to take action and do for others what I might otherwise deem as an unfortunate waste of my time. How odd that these thoughts are evoked via the medium of film, and one with a helm of downright absurdity at that! Genuinely, I am left with this cynically-diminished grin on my face, with tailored thoughts of exactly how my "infinite day" would be spent. How silly.
How wonderfully, wonderfully silly.

HOME, HOME ON THE PORCH.

I slept for fourteen hours last night. I got in around seven, and I was just out.
Needless to say, it had been an interesting day spending time with just my father at Epcot. We had an agreeable time, and I enjoy his company, but he is most definitely capable of pissing me off and wearing me to the core.
Other than that, life was lovely.
I am at a point where I can literally do nothing but wait. The pospect of Starbucks seems rather ripe for the taking, and might prove fruitful if this manager decides to call back yet again, but this time, whispering those sweet, sweet words, "you're hired."
Ugh. It's still early in the morning. I should be sleeping.
I've had enough sleep to subdue a cat. I think I am officially awake.