Improv musicals, that might be my version of hell.

You and many, many people! They made me laugh, though.

Jean Anouilh adapted Antigone for a modern (mid 20th century) setting, which might be what you saw. It would explain the Frenchness, anyway.

I have no idea what the setting was meant to be, come to think of it. There wasn't really a set. Or costumes. I mean, they just looked like they were in street clothes. So maybe the setting was Here and Now?

The French was meant to evoke how disconnected she was from the other characters. ISTR someone explaining that at some point.

For something randomly chosen out of the newspaper listings because we wanted to get some culture, it was certainly memorable, I'll give it that.

Any talk of "Escape" always brings to mind another song by the same songwriter, Rupert Holmes - "Timothy".

Filled that very narrow niche for pop songs about cannibalism.

Kinky Friedman (the fictional character, not the slightly less fictional author and country singer/song-writer and occassional novelty candidate) once dated two girls with the same name who turned out to be the same girl. Of course both the semi-real and fully fictional Kinky did a lot of drug)

The beauty of Dolly is her look has always been pretty plastic, so continued surgery isn't so jarring

This is a good point, but doesn't explain Joan Rivers.

Thank goodness for internets at the office, mine at home has been down since yesterday morning after I foolishly cancelled a service call last week.

I am an only child, so I actually don't have the sibling squick much. One of my favorite books is Hotel New Hampshire. Although since reading one of his more recent books, I sort of wonder if John Irving was molested in some way .

Only child here as well, and while I'm not very squicked by stories of sibling incest (parent/child is always going to be horrible to me), I found out that I really got creeped out when a blind date had a too-strong resemblance to my best friend, who occupies the "brother" slot in my mental relationship map (we've been fast friends since the first day of 2nd grade in 1976).

My love for "Brandy" is sort of unholy at this point, though. "At night when the sun goes down, Brandy walks through a silent town, and loves a man who's not around ..."

It's one of two songs that I sing along with when they come on the car radio!

[various choices for the Hell's Tp 40 rotation]

Pfft! Like they'd ever give the residents a respite from the continuous loop of "It's a Small World."

Which gets me to Islands in the Stream, and musing about how Dolly aged much more gracefully than Kenny.

That's not so much gracefully as ferociously beating Father Time into submission with every technological advance available to modern science. But Dolly is sufficiently awesome that I won't criticize if she ends up like Lady Cassandra O'Brien.Δ17 from Doctor Who as long as she can still sing "Rockytop" beautifully.

This is a good point, but doesn't explain Joan Rivers.

I think she really has dysmorphia. I mean, there are several points here where she clearly should have stopped. [link]

I think Dolly being Dolly makes up for a lot, whereas Joan Rivers is just icky.

Fingers crossed that I can keep Brandy in my head for the rest of the day...