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the tragi-noble Art of the theatre publicity pic
The show must go on.
First, admit that you love and must have publicity stills from "local-slash-Undergrad" stage productions. You crave them in the night. And you know exactly why, goddammit. It's because they pitch the Drama hot-and-fast and to-the-point, and that's how you take your Drama.
You've been starving on a diet of emoticons, my Minions. ;)
Feast now on the very most emotional emotions. Gorge on their sweet sweet nectars.
That is all.
In Due Sincerity,
Professor DreadWhimsy.
About Me
- Ross Maxwell
- An LA-based TV writer of particular tastes: the Funny, the Pathetic, the Sad-Funny, the Pug-Fugly.
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E-mail: Dreadwhimsy@gmail.com
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Legal Notice.
All images were found un-right-click-protected on the wide expanses of the Internets. It is not DreadWhimsy's intention to misrepresent or malign any persons or productions presented herein. Upon closer inspection, all attempts at humor are in fact benign in nature.
Actors, plays, and theatres are uncredited with good cause:
Because it's more fun to make up a story of your own.
So what are you waiting for?
Dr. Science: Now, as I was saying, Skip, the thing about clashing patterns is...blast it! I've forgotten again!
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