Intellectual guilt

Every time I write about my love for GH, I feel intellectually guilty for indulging in my braincandy even further than my 3-4 or 10-11 M-F viewing or the post-party 1-6 Sun AM binge.

So, okay, think of something Important and Smart to say...

Um...

I know I know of some important news...Oh, right! Did you hear that Howard K Stern said that he would give over custody of Danni Lynn if Larry Birkhead is the father?

Oh poop. That's not very intellectualist.

How about this, I shall talk about the theatre (and spell theatre the British way):

Mo Rocca will be in the Broadway premier of "The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee," which, due to the theatrical insights of my Uncle Ricky, I have seen while it was up in Boston. You see, Uncle Ricky is the head usher at a theatre in San Fran. The Bee was at that theatre for the longest time (not starring the ubiquitous Mo, yet); therefore, when I talked to Uncle Ricky on Thanksgiving, he recommended the show because it was now in Boston.

By good golly, is it freakin' funny contemporary musical on the trials and tribulations of being a child these days. Adults play in the roles of stereotypical overachieving 8, 9, and 10 years olds. There's the uber-perfect, over-involved, over-extended Asian girl, a hippie homeschool kid, a Jewish boy with a mom, a step-mom and multiple allergies, a pre-pubescent Boy Scout, some other characters (I don't want to give too much away) and a few audience members "compete" for a while. When we went, one woman from the audience did too well. She correctly spelled a word she was supposed to get wrong, so they gave her something like "dimethylbenzenesulfonate," and she almost had it but she forgot the "methyll" part.

Also, I hear they have "dirty words" spelling night, too.

So, now I've talked about theatre, which balances out my General Hospital blogging, not that there's anything wrong with that.