Broadway Legend Joined: 12/28/04
LOL!
We're color-coding now? Like I needed something else to make me feel more lost around here.
It is in the process of evolving...the most up-to-date list is at the top of this page.
So for clarity's sake, the Rosebud references from the other thread = salmon or baby blue? Or, a salmon shade of blue?
Updated On: 2/4/06 at 10:44 AM
Well when you get it finalized, let me know, so I can print it out for easy reference.
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
What do you think it means that I have a preserved Periwinkle in a glass globe on my nightstand?
Well, I'll take baby pale pink, since my freakout was only about voices coming out of my screen and not from a fight on the boards. I concede.
It isn't gonna take Dr. Freud to figure that one out, DG...
Could it mean, that there’s a very dirty boy trapped deep within the gentleman philosopher?
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
The only thing that concerns me, Iflit, is that it's dried and preserved.
have a good day, folks and I hope it's filled with vermillion freakouts!
Broadway Legend Joined: 11/2/05
So I hear!
Every time I think I can't love BWW any more than I already do...a thread like this comes along. This is what I get for actually going out on a Friday night--I miss all the fun.
A freak out in the freak out room?? Nowhere is safe!
I know, right? And it's such a tightly controlled freak out it's impossible to color code.
But isn't this so much more convenient than clicking on a link?
I once called DG a c*nt but he forgave me. Americans are more sensitive to that word than Brits or Canadians.
On the opening night of a play at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis when Sir Tyrone Guthrie was the director, a young actress making her debut as a maid tripped and fell on her first exit, causing gasps and laughter from the audience and completely breaking the mood of the scene.
After the show, she was sitting at her dressing table, still mortified, when she saw in the mirror the figure of Sir Tyrone, jacket over his shoulders cape-style, pass across the doorway to her dressing room and disappear.
She froze at the table, holding her breath, hoping against hope he would not return. After a moment she relaxed, only to look up and see Sir Tyrone, again standing in her dressing room doorway, holding his cigarette holder and smiling at her oddly.
"Silly cUnT," Sir Tyrone said to her. "You fell."
And he disappeared again. She went on to become a great actress.
Thanks. This is better than my family dinners at Thanksgiving and Passover.
Broadway Legend Joined: 7/22/03
Oh my god, all this color coding makes me feel like I am at a Fiestaware convention for psychoanalysts!
I can hardly keep my Bwygrl/brdway2/elphie1,2 or 3s straight. Now you want to use a shorthand recipe to describe a bitchy meltdown by an very young poster who is using a different name to shill his Mother's church choir's upcoming concert?
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