"Just like John Wilkes Booth, our prices are going to sneak up behind you and KILL YOU!"

I've already gotten off to a terrible start with my upcoming fall programming.

I missed Mad Men on Sunday due to a brilliant (If I may say) performance of Mr. Marmalade.

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Then, I missed the repeat of it last night because after doing the WWII Museum read-thru, I sat by the pool with Sam, Kristin, Alex, and AJ, drinking Amstel Light and cheap white wine out of the bottle, and smoking far too much.  It felt very Mad Men-like of us, though.

The lovely added touch to the evening was that AJ would randomly become infuriated with something in the Damn Yankees script, and would have to halt our conversation to read the ridiculousness aloud. 

I, fortunately, WILL be able to watch Top Chef Las Vegas tomorrow night.  I hope Trina is free so we can have our weekly get together.  Especially, since I have neglected most of my friends recently because of rehearsing, and shows, and excessive rockstarness. 

Then on Thursday, I miss the Project Runway premiere because of the show.  I am really looking forward to it, being as though this is the first episode on the new network.  I'm very curious to see how Lifetime destroys something perfectly wonderful.  I'm convinced it's going to be no good due solely to the horrible commercials I have seen.  They do these silly profiles on all the different contestants talking about their trials and tribulations in life, how their parents died, and all they could do to get over the pain was sew a sequined minidress. Bullshit. 

I don't want heartfelt. I want bitchy queens yelling, "Where the HELL is my chiffon?!?!?!" and Santino imitating Tim Gunn.  

Oh, the glory days of PR. 

I hope I still love it. 

The sad thing is, even if I don't, I'll still watch it religiously.  

And just complain about how terrible the production quality is.

On a completely different note.....everyone notice how performers and workers at Disney World keep dying?

The latest died today trying to do some stunt for the Indiana Jones live show. 

And a couple weeks ago two monorails collided into each other.

I didn't know death at Disney was even possible.

Except, from maybe so much joy of riding the Tower of Terror over and over till eventually the bellhop's rehearsed puns start repeating. Or you just start making up new ones to tell to the performers, who then become increasingly bitter and angered by you every time you walk up.

I'm not saying I do that....it just seems like that could possibly get annoying.....after a while.....probably.