Multiple Personality

Coming to a Llanview Mansion Near You: Nigel and Neville, Together At Last!

David Vickers is back (in London), and Nigel’s Cockney cousin Chauncey (or whatever they call him) has got him. David is preoccupied with the Overseas News from Llanview that Dorian is Default Mayoress. Elsewhere in the London manse, Kevin is hacking with the flu and telling Clint that they-uns won’t be making it to Jar-Jar’s funeral.

Brody just handed an envelope to Jessie that he said he found when “I came back from my run.” It sounded like he said “when I came back from Iran,” and I found myself thinking, You aren’t content just killing little boys in Iraq, you have to go to Iran too? But…my mistake. Or, actually, Brody’s. The letter is from Creepy Psycho Daddy Mitch…Hey, Brode, ever think to scope out the mystery envelopes before you hand them to the dissociating girl?

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An occasional, abbreviated list of writing that I have gratitude for:

1. Tiny Kushner — Yesterday I got to see this collection of Tony Kushner short plays for the second time. It might’ve actually been more impactful than the first time. Three out of five of these plays are wise almost beyond words, the acting (at Berkeley Rep) was uniformly brilliant, and the director, Tony Taccone, is my new favorite person to pay excessive homage to. But I shouldn’t stray too far from the utter, scary excellence of Tony Kushner. I love this guy so much.

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I admit it…I’ve watched the Macy’s parade every Thanksgiving morning, and I don’t doubt I’ll keep doing it, unless something very shiny distracts me.

When I lived in New York, the best (and coldest) fun was watching the balloons inflate the night before, over by the Natural History Museum. And there was a mighty, mini-cult of us who always paid homage to The ‘Dog…yes…Underdog. The greatest Macy’s balloon. Ever.

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“Are You Talkin’ to a Beaver?”

Here’s a fun drinking game: Take a shot of tequila every time someone says “Thanksgiving” on the show today…you’ll still be drunk off your ass when the Macy’s parade airs tomorrow!

On the Llanfair patio, Jessica is playing with her daughter, who is apparently a mime…how quiet is this kid? But then Shower Hunklet shows up and she squeals, “Brodyyy!” Yeah…I’d probably save my energy for whatever got me a hug outta Brody. Jessica gets her share of Hunklet hugs also…just while Natalie comes out and see them having social enjoyment. The look on her face says, “You DARE to love while I mourn? I am the Lizard QUEEEEN!” (I don’t know why Natty would say she is the Lizard Queen…but that’s what her face looked like, okay?)

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This was one of the best all-around nights of dancing this season. Sonya from Mohawkia has moved from Talented Choreographer to National Treasure.

There is no question to me that the first two and the last couples must all move into the top ten: Ryan and Ellenore are both singular talents, Legacy and Kathryn were wondrous (yeah, I know he was stiff in the ballroom, but he made me gasp in the other number), and do I really even need to say anything about Jakob and Ashleigh? They may be the final two, on the last night of competition.

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I can’t tell you exactly how I feel about this. I kinda love it and I kinda don’t. Or maybe I love it a lot, and hate it a little. But there are moments I find pleasing…except maybe it’s guilty pleasure.

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Viki Goes Rogue, You Betcha

Rex decides to blurt out to Bo that he’s Mitch Laurence’s son, and Bo underplayed his reaction so much that I’m not sure Bo actually heard him…but I’m sure it’s in the script, if Bo wants to take a moment and look at it.

Then Clint warned Viki not to go outside the gates of Llanfair because of all the reporters. He explained that reporters are around because she’s the new mayor. Her reaction also made me wonder if she heard him. Bo will let you look at the script after he’s done, Viki.

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As we all deal with the crushing aftermath of Adam Lambert being saucy on TV Sunday night (Good Morning America has canceled his live Wednesday morning performance because they’re afraid he’ll fingerbang Diane Sawyer, or something…What about the CHILDREN!?!?), I hereby present the Muppets doing “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Let me go on record as saying that I’m very proud of Glambert for doing what he wants as an artist, and not apologizing for it either before or after. He is helping foment change, even though we’re just seeing the foaming-at-the-mouth prequel right now.

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He Da Messenger

Roxy did the only logical thing when one finds out the psycho father of one’s son is still alive: she fainted in a dead heap on the Fleabag floor. Meanwhile, Mitch is still having that one-sided jail conversation with his “visitor”…I so want it to be Allison, but I fear it will instead be someone less stellar…like that weird nurse with man-hands.

Out in Seattle, Todd is heading over to Tea’s hotel room, but she’s busy having a choreographed wrasslin’ match with Ross. It looks kinda like Dancing with the Stars…if Dancing with the Stars knocked more of its contestants unconscious — hey, I might watch it if they did. (more…)

Okay, I don’t normally watch this thing — let alone comment on it — but I guess I had to see what Adam Lambert was gonna do, so I’m picking it up an hour into things. (I guess I’ll check the tape later for the first hour, and if there’s anything remarkable you may see a postscript.) {Note: I went through the first hour…seven minutes of Janet Jackson is excessive. And Shakira is also excessive…but in a good-yet-almost-unintelligible way… and HOW many dancers does Shakira get?! In other first-hour moments, Keith Urban’s butt is currently much cuter than Kelly Clarkson’s. To bottom-line things.]

But starting at about an hour and twenty minutes into this, suddenly it seemed to warp-speed into homo overdrive (or homoverdrive, if you prefer). (more…)