Celebrities Shouldn't Have Children -- show info

Celebrities Shouldn't Have Children

A wicked satire about God, The Devil and what happens when two very wealthy and extraordinarily useless individuals wind up founding a church for people just like them.

Gene Frankel Theater - 20 Bond Street, NYC
Saturdays at 8:00 PM from August 14th

Latin American Workshop - 2710 Broadway, NYC
Sundays at 7:00 PM from August 15th (with an extra show at 2pm Septemeber 5th)

Tickets $15 at the door
Reservations & Information (646) 496-5106
Contact celebrities@antilibros.com
http://www.antilibros.com/celebrities/

Also, watch for us on Telemundo on August 12th!

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For some inexplicable reason I woke up with Kiss Today Goodbye stuck in my head. Not only do I loathe this song, I'm rather sure I've not even thought of it in a decade. What the fuck is that?

In other news you can't actually use: Ralph Fiennes is playing Voldemort. I can't put my finger on why I find this so hysterically, perfectly brilliant, but it is.

Also, people, make sure your voter registration stuff is in order: http://www.livejournal.com/users/yoshitsune/127705.html

events of the day

When I was in Whole Foods, someone pulled a knife on someone else, and the police came and that was all terribly exciting.

Then, walking back to the office, bees decided to land on my favourite jacket (the one I got at H&M that has this sort of Adam Ant-ish military costume vibe to it) and didn't want to leave. I took the jacket off carefully, no movement, and after a block and the bees were still attached, I shook it hard once, and they just fell on the ground and started crawling around. I thought that was pretty disturbing.

Then, got in the office elevator, which stopped two floors below mine, doors opened, and all the buttons refused to work. Then I got strapped in the fire stairwell with some lady and finally found my way out, all while telling Kat about the first two incidents via cellphone.

Now it's off to cram lines before rehearsal again.

Also my sinuses are at war with me.

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It pleases me that I know just enough about how clothing (and I suppose how people) work, that I can now usually tell when celebrity chicks whose figures I totally envy are wearing _serious_ foundation garments. (The corset is not merely a fashion statement, my friends, but a tool of extreme practicality).

In fact, whenever I can remind myself that celebrities are just as ugly as regular people but just have more time and money to manage that fact, I'm generally a happier person.

And on that note, I need to schedule an algomask in a serious way.

La la la. You know, this Velvet Goldmine poster over my desk? Daily fucking inspiration, I tell you.

Also, is it lame for me to join NetFlix, just because I loathe speaking to the people at Kim's?