I'm watching this Bravo special with the pop singers singing Broadway songs. It's much better than I expected! Usually stuff like that is so crass and stupid and they get people who are famous singers but who cannot actually sing, or they can sing but have less emotion in their voices than Robbie the Robot ("Danger, Will Robinson!"), but this bunch is really good! So far I've only skipped the cast of Contact, because, being probably about the third or fifth cast of the show, well, they kinda suck.

On the other hand, Shawn Colvin and Harvey Fierstein doing "Do You Love Me?" from Fiddler with Harvey singing Golde was one of the best ideas ever implemented on television. Although it would have been better had it been in a better key for Shawn, who was straining a little, but Harvey really kind of has a very specific range, to put it nicely, and the non-singer gets accommodated in these situations.

Not to mention Darius Rucker, Shawn Colvin and Joan Osbourne doing a medley of "Not a Day Goes By" and "Time Heals Everything", which was quite stunning, and nobody got the bum key. I may have to listen to it again, as I was so busy singing along that I didn't pay as much attention as I should.

In fact, I have sung along with every song so far. I'm just a Broadway baby, you see. Or, to be more truthful, an Off-Off-Broadway baby.

Yesterday at work they had the five and ten year awards for employees, aka the Inertia Awards.

I got mine last year, and since you get them the year after your fifth and tenth years, that means that I have been working there for seven years. Seven!! Even with that little eight month break at the beginning there, it's still an astonishingly long time to be at a job, by me. How the hell could I have been anywhere for seven years?

Admittedly, I'm an actor from a family of actors and my view of a job is that it is something that ends, usually after a week or two, certainly after no longer than a year, the idea that you can stay at a job long enough to get a five or ten year award is astonishing to me.

If I get the ten year award, somebody shoot me in the head. Something save me from that fate! The American Photo contest! Phoebe the Bunny! Something, man, something. I'm too talented in areas having nothing whatsoever to do with my job to have to stay in it forever just because it pays me reasonably well.

Today's horoscope:
Now's the time to exercise your power. Fight for justice. Sign petitions or write letters for causes you care about. Demonstrate.

One year ago today:
What I forgot to say, or rather carefully omitted, is that when this kind of thing happens to one on a fairly regular basis, one rarely panics at almost-disasters, just full-blown ones, as the normal level of adrenaline in one's blood is high enough that one can shrug off things that would make a grown man fall to his knees and weep tears of blood.

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