To anyone who has seen the movies Capote and Infamous, but not read In Cold Blood,
Ha. Ha. Ha. All silliness aside, seriously?
Regards,
E. Iguana
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Like an Iguana at the end of its rope, so are the days of my life...
My heart is cold-blooded
- E.Iguana
- Blogs are just outlet for my eccentricities and logs of my fall into obscurity. At least once a week I feel introspective and attempt to write about it. I often fail. I also like musical theater.
I read to live in other people's minds...
- Eat Your Jelly Beans
- Everything I Know I Learned from Musicals
- He Sang of Sanguine
- He Who Laughs
- Hunter and Gatherers
- Jeff Hiller
- Josh & Josh are Rich and Famous
- Life @ 28
- Man in Chair: Musing of a Life Long Theatre Geek
- Marx The Spot
- Obsessed With Broadway
- One Hand on My Joystick
- Ranting Details
- Shelf Support
- Simply Broadway — An Actor's Blog
- The Gospel According to Marc
- The Lunar Gemini
- The Playgoer
- The Search for Love in Manhattan
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- These Scarlett O'Hara Days
- Picture of Success
- Blood Mother Fucking Asshole
- The Problem with Harring
- Group Session 1: Support & Cookies
- As These Days Of Collegiate Experience Wane On. . .
- A Mind Cleanse
- It's Difficult to Be Famous
- I Couldn't Resist. . .
- While I Breath for a Moment
- The Mississippi Conversation
- A Continuation of Before
- Life Returns. . .
- Learning To Connect
- Post Mortem: Patti LuPone in Gypsy
- One More Semester
- An Open Letter . . .
- Ladies and Gentlemen
- A Country Ride With a Prostitute; or The Sun Also ...
- A Job Is A Job Is A Job
- A Dream and a Reality — A Symphony of Emotion
- Enter The Documentarist
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