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Starting NOW, this column, as Ann Miller would say, has a new routine. Or as the Brits would say, 'scheme.' Or as the ancient Greeks would say, σχnμα (that's schema: an outline or image universally applicable to a general conception, under which it is likely to be presented to the mind). Huh?
Just call it a new plan. Basically, I wanted to have more fun. Girls just do, you know?
So from now on, I'm saving the longer and more elaborate, in-depth articles for Fridays, and the rest of the week will be home to a wide variety of other stuff--amusing, silly, random, newsworthy, weird, or otherwise diverting.
So. As CEO, I declare that Mondays are now joke day!
Specifically, actor jokes. I invite anybody who has a good one to send it in. (Email me at suzanneford@earthlink.net.) EACH WEEK THE WINNING ACTOR JOKE WILL GET A PRIZE! As of yet, I have no clue what this prize will be. Could be anything from free theatre tickets to my mother-in-law's fabulous Stroganoff recipe. You could get really lucky. (That recipe is worth its weight in sour cream.)
To kick things off, here's one of my favorites:
After a difficult day, a struggling actor returns to his neighborhood and is shocked to find a cadre of police and fire trucks surrounding the smoldering remains of his house.
Explaining who he is, he asks "What happened?"
"Well," one of the officers says, "It seems that your agent came by your house earlier today and while he was here he attacked your wife, assaulted your children, beat your dog and burned your house to the ground."
The actor's jaw hangs open in disbelief. "My agent came to my house?"
Happy Monday :)