Year: 2010

Sheila O’Shea is an occasional contributor to this site and also happens to be my sister-in-law. Today’s her birthday and I didn’t have a chance to get her anything, so this attempted helpful posting is my gift: Sheila’s an unemployed paralegal in Atlanta and could really use some help with being employed. She’s bright, articulate, and also has experience as a copy editor, a notary and as a technical writer for a software firm. She also won a lip-synching contest for Duran Duran, for what that’s worth. So if someone in the Atlanta area is looking, drop me a line at padguy@aol.com and I’ll pass it along.

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While watching the Tony Awards, in welcoming two of the cast members of “Glee,” they talked about the two actors’ Broadway careers. One I knew about, but the other I didn’t. So I did some fast checking. Then I went upstairs to Ariel’s room and said, “Where do you have that script book from ‘Hairspray’ that you got cast autographs on?” She pulled it out and I flipped through it, and then pointed to the signature of the actor who had portrayed Link Larkin, one Matt Morrison. I said, “Congratulations: You got Will Schuster’s autograph.” She shrieked.

And just now, during the Tonys, host Sean Hayes ran onto the stage in a full Spider-Man costume singing a very muffled version of “Don’t Rain on My Parade.” He then pulled off the mask and wondered how in God’s name Spider-Man’s gonna sing in that outfit. He may have a point.

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A cliffhanger? Really? They ended the strip on a cliffhanger? I mean, if they can’t afford to keep the strip going in a market where story strips are almost a thing of the past, fine, I get that. But they couldn’t give the creators a sufficient heads-up that they could have tied up the current storyline rather than leave Annie and Warbucks separated? I don’t care if they brought in Mr. Am from nowhere and he transports her home. She deserved better than what they gave her.

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Back in the days when I actually went into work in NYC every day, there was a big video arcade in Penn Station. And I would always stop on my way in to play “Dragon’s Lair,” which was big and new and splashy and right up front, with a television mounted above it so that passers by could see the game play. I have no idea how many quarters I plunked into that thing. And I managed to last longer and longer at it, moving through the set pieces with increasing ease, discovering little tricks along the way to maneuver through some of the trickier bits.

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Gentlemen: Today you announced that there’s going to be a movie focusing on Les Grossman, the abusive, abrasive producer brilliantly played by Tom Cruise in “Tropic Thunder” (not to mention on the MTV Movie Awards.)

Four words: I am so there.

So here’s the open request: Find a way to work in a confrontation between Les Grossman and Ari Gold from “Entourage.” Jeremy Piven’s superagent squaring off against Cruise’s demented producer would be the show business showdown of a lifetime.

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