CDs for Sale
The Cachinnator's entire CD collection is for sale. Email me if you'd like a copy of the list. Seriously, there's every genre here. Broadway musicals, opera, 80's metal, oldies, CCM, pop, etc. And they're cheap.
Global Cachinnation
The Cachinnator is now available for translation into Hindi. To all of my readers in the Indian Subcontinent, "You're welcome."
I am Dracula
This Sunday, I'll be reading the part of Dracula in a new play. It has its first public reading at 7:30pm Sunday at Baylor Theatre. You should all totally attend if you can. Follow along on Twitter or check the feed to the right for more details. Below is the footage I'm using as my inspiration for the role:
Twittering from the Titanic
Cachinnatees, tonight Beeki and I shall partake in a Titanic Dinner. What's that, you say? Well, it's a re-creation of the last meal served above the Titanic. It's eleven courses, each with its own drink pairing.
It may be the greatest eating experience that can be had.
If you aren't following me via Twitter, now would be a good time to do so. Just click the link to the right or find me as thecachinnator. As if following the Titanic Dinner wasn't enough, where else are you going to hear about theatre in Waco, randomness downtown, grown men gladly downing girly drinks, and the fattoo parlor? That's what I thought. Follow along, people.
Today on The Poprah
So today on The Poprah, Beeki was watching couples going through marriage troubles because one of them lost their job, their six-figure income, and their butler. The economy is forcing them to... *gasp*... do their own laundry!
But there was this one couple that disagreed over why the wife was so unhappy after she lost her job. The husband said, "Ummm... I think it's all in her head."
Beeki looks at me and says, "Uh-uh. You do not out your wife on Oprah."
To which I responded with a series of statements that went like this:
"Oprah... I think Beeki's crazy."
"Oprah... I think Beeki's nuts."
"Oprah... I think Beeki's cuckoo."
"Oprah... I blame Beeki's sleep toots for my morning confusion and fleeting psychosis."
We found this funny... but only because we both knew that if I actually said those things to The Poprah, I'd die. A horrible painful death. Assisted by women everywhere.
F. Y'all's I.
So the vast majority of you thought I would play the doctor who told the little girl she was going to die. It wasn't even close! No one even suggested that I might have played... I don't know... her guardian angel or something. Or a nice neighbor who made pancakes for her. Or her big brother who pushed her out of the way of oncoming traffic or something.
Thanks a lot.
But, yes, I did play the doctor who tells her she's going to die.
Jerks.
I could have saved her life! Or something. I'm good.
Dammit.
