written during a conference call.

There once was a weasel who decided to dye his fur a bright pink. There were a few reasons for this. First and foremost, pink was his favorite colour; he also detested the dull brown matted fur that covered his body. And finally, the color matched well with a pair of hot pink pumps that he liked to parade around in down in his hole.

The problem was, even though he was dying to do it, how was he going to find the dye that would do the job? The only solution that he could see was to travel five miles down to a large berry bush that grew in Farmer Weezy Wenkins field. If he could gather enough berries, he could carry them on his back and dump them into his bathtub, where he could stomp on them with a pair of clogs he had purchased in Prague and then roll around and rest in the tub for an hour.

( Read more... )

Musical theater bullshit that's more for me than anyone else...

Jekyll and Hyde analysis, including an unflattering comparison between the play and Chess...

( Read more... )