I just had 4 cups of coffee and a scotch-filled chocolate.

In New York City it is currently 69 degrees! OK, I want you to go back and read that again, this time imagining that Edna from The Incredibles is saying it. Enjoyable, no? I hate surveys. I hate myself for filling one out. But instead of deleting it, I will bury it with more posts. BURY IT! Challenge: cite these lyrics. The winner will get free tickets to any number of Broadway shows. Life’s not a song. Life isn’t bliss. Life is just this: It’s living. You’ll get along. The pain that you feel only can heal by living. You have to go on living. Alrighty. Today’s a bit slow, as many of you may or may not have guessed. I have yet to write a long email to my mother as I’ve promised. I’m going to do that. Start citing! Shun the frumious Bandersnatch ...and minorities. Don't do drugs, and respect yo mama.

Cop-Out

Did I ever mention I hate these? 1.Your name spelled backwards? III Niplig Egdamlat Leuname, but my friends call me Yert 2. Last incoming call on your phone? Drunk Mac 3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? My resume. From my other computer. I’m a hacker. Fear for your lives. 4. What's your favorite restaurant? Ollie’s 5. Last time you swam in a pool? It’s been so long I don’t even remember. Really. 6. Britney Spears is a skank. Agree or disagree? Agree. 7. How many kids do you want? None. In fact I kill children for sport. 8. Type of music you dislike most? My roommate’s. Imagine living beside the AO Dirty D every night, but with mariachi crap and they’re all singing along. Badly. That’s my weekends, people. 9. What was the last thing you bought? Donuts, chicken tenders, and discount potato chips. 10. Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle? Yep. When I was little, with my uncle. And yes, he’s my real uncle. He wasn’t just some guy who lured me with promises of motorcycle rides. 11. Does someone have a crush on you? Yes. I don’t know who, but it’s gotta be true. Just look at me! 12. Ever made a prank phone call? If by “prank” you mean “drunk,” yes. 13. Listening to music? No. I’m at work. But I was listening to the Strokes on the commute. 14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? I’ve already been bungee jumping. I hope to sky dive soon. So, I guess the short answer would be “yes” 15. What clothes are you wearing right now? Dirty jeans and a wrinkled brown/orange/blue-striped button-down. Laundry needs to be done desperately. 16. Do you have a garden? Yes. In my huge roof-access multi-million-dollar condo in the upper west side. 17. What's your favorite comic strip? Calvin and Hobbes. 18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Yep. I’ve sung it for many a sporting event. And a couple of auditions. 19. Bath or Shower in the morning or night? a. I used to take baths, but since college I thought them dirty. I used to sleep in the bathtub every morning. Showering’s much faster. b. Either. I like the night idea because I can sleep in longer. But I shower in the morning more often. Why is that? 20. Hello or goodbye? Goodbye. It sounds morbid, but I’m terrified meeting people. 21. Favorite pizza topping Pineapple. Thank you, band camp. 22. Chips or Popcorn? Chips. 23. Favorite color? Um. Green? 24. What did your last text message you received say? Probably something like “where are you?” 25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? Talent shows are basically the same thing. Except for the swimsuit section. So yes. Yes I have. 26. Orange Juice or apple juice? Orange. Extra pulp. 27. Who was the last person you ate dinner with? The Simpsons 28. What did the last text message that u sent say? ”I’m watching Lestat. There are vampires flying around everywhere. RLY!” 29. Lucky number? 3 or 5. But not 35 or 53. I also respect 7, because 6 is afraid of 7, and 6 is bigger than both 3 and 5 (twice as big as 3!) 9 is an unfortunate number to have as lucky, because 7 ate him, apparently (3 squared! Holy crap!). That’s how he earned the fear of 6. Actually I don’t believe in luck. 30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? I despise tomatoes with the white-hot passion of a thousand suns. Unless they’re sun-dried or in a delicious marinara. 31. Have you ever won a trophy? Yes. The last one was for artistic excellence in high school. It’s a cup. But not a portkey. Whew. 32. Are you a good cook? Typically when I try to make things they turn out well. Yes? 33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? I’m forgetting. Thank God for public transportation. We just need to work out the glitches: children and homeless people. 34. Do the Chinese really use cats in their food? Yes. What? 35. Sprite or 7-Up? Neither. Even though I respect 7-Up for having the number 7 in it. Ale8 is my favorite. It constantly one-ups 7-Up. 36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to school? My senior year in high school. I led a quiet rebellion via nametags. 37. Last thing you ate? Those donuts I bought, specifically the cinnamon powdered ones. 38. Ever thrown up in public? Yes. I had a really bad migraine while driving home once and had to pull over in a gas station parking lot. I’m sure it made everyone feel safe that I was leaning out of my car vomiting only to drive away a moment later. 39. Would you rather find true love or be a millionaire? Millionaire. I’ve gone without either for quite some time, and I find myself poorer than I am lonely. Though I’m a substantial amount of both. To quote Brecht, “you need comfort for a happy life.” 40. Do you believe in love at first sight? Sure. Why not? 41. Do you wear glasses or contacts? Is this question exclusive? Because if you wear contacts, you probably wear glasses as well. Either way, yes. 42. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My aunt. She died shortly thereafter. Thanks for the survey, ass. 43. Where were you for Valentine's day? New York City. If I were visiting, it would have been exciting. 44. Last time you laughed? At lunch we all had a very middle-school moment as we tried to work “Your mom” into several phrases around the break room. 45. What's your favorite animal? Tamagotchi Giga Pet, the dinosaur. When they (along with Furby) take over the world, they will hold me in high favor. 46. What was the name of your first pet? Katie. I still have her. (Well, my parents do). She’s a brittany spaniel and 15 years old, hobbling around my house with little doggy boots. Single tear for missing Katie. 47.Who is the second to last person to call you? Bumblebear. He called me a-stumbling. Wow, that was a while ago. Nobody calls me anymore. 48. Is there anything going on this weekend? There’s a poetry reading in Riverside Park on Saturday I might go to. But tonight I’m going to see a show, and it feels like Friday. I’ll say that’s what I’m doing this weekend. 49. How are you feeling right now? Tired. Confused. Bored. Lost on one of life’s many winding paths. Perhaps the wrong one. Nervous about 4 jobs and an apartment. 50. Who or what do you think about the most? What wouldn’t I do for a Klondike Bar? Actually, I think about my own funeral. I should post about it sometime… 51. Who filled this survey out before you? Laura, Jen, Jess, Rainey, etc.

Reviews from the Silence

Greetings, Children! It has been awhile since my last confession. But you should feel privileged. I promised my mother a long email this past weekend and I still haven’t written it. I suppose I could give her a link to here, but I don’t feel like editing again. Eh, I’ll probably cut and paste the good parts and put it in an email. Or a letter. I mail my paychecks home because I haven’t switched banks yet (still unsure of my NYC permanence). Yes. I’ll print out a lovely letter and sign it. No, autograph it. Anyway, I’ve heard requests about me commenting on B-way shows. And I have obliged. But let me preface this post: New York Times and Broadway.com have some much better reviews. These are very short, made-in-my-spare-time blurbs about long complicated shows. So with that in mind… These plays appear in alphabetical order, starting with Broadway and working their way down. Broadway Bridge & Tunnel Sarah Jones shines in this one-woman show, playing an array of characters of countless ethnicities. Because of my love of doing voices, I really enjoyed watching her change characters and accents and personalities. As far as the show itself, I respect her because she wrote it herself, but the subject matter should have been kept Off-Broadway. Not that it was offensive; it was just repetitive. I was in the audience thinking, “So racism is… bad? OK. Lesson learned. Thank you for revealing the truth, Sarah. I think America will stop segregating busses now.” Kids’ll like it down in the village, but seriously folks, you’re across the street from Spamalot. Lestat Elton John. Gay vampires. Sweet sassafras, this one was a crap bomb. But never have I been so entertained. Not by the show, but by the people around me. A little lesson I took from Avenue Q (which I still haven’t seen) was to relish schadenfreude. I was having a good time because my tickets were free. The people next to me spent $110 each, in which case going on their crappy date cost as much as an iPod that’s delivered without a hard drive. Disappointing? Yes. The only thing that redeemed the show at all (not really) was the performance of Carolee Carmello as the “young” Gabrielle in “I Want More.” It was still a crappy song because Elton John wrote it, but her voice was phenomenal. Then she came back to sing a second song. To illustrate the sound, you have to go on a journey with me a la Innerspace. It seemed she found her nose and then was trapped there for the duration of the song. Seriously, never has anything been so nasal. For full details, read my favorite review by the New York Times from this morning. Spamalot I list this only because I went back and saw it again on my birthday. The first time I saw it, it was truly spectacular, because the show was carried by Sara Ramirez and David Hyde Pierce. Hank Azaria is one of my favorite people in the world, but I saw someone else play Lancelot last year and they were just as good. And of course Tim Curry brought a lot of people. Anyway, they’re all gone now, and the show isn’t worth seeing anymore because all it ever amounted to was Monty Python and the Holy Grail accompanied by so-so music. But if the tickets are cheap, it promises a fun night. Sorry, Yax. Sweeney Todd “Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd,” are the opening lines. And from that point on, I thought “how could you not?” This is an amazing show. The revival is much different from any other production that’s been done before (i.e. no giant barber’s chair contraption that people fall into when they die), very minimalist and dark and disturbing. The orchestra is staffed by the cast itself on stage = very cool. If they’re not in a scene they’re playing an instrument, and all the actors are amazing at each of the four or five instruments they have to play. A very demanding show, what with all the stage time everyone gets, I really respect everyone who’s in it. I can’t praise it too much, though, because it’s a contender for Best Revival at the Tony’s this year against our gem Pajama Game. But I can say that this is my favorite Sondheim. Pajama Game Yay for Pajama Game. Completely sold out, nobody can see this show. That’s the beauty of limited runs: if you’ve got a good show, you’ve got the hottest ticket in town. I saw it three times. I can tell you, though, that it’s in its decline (as many know, I can make that call). Since it opened and the Times raved about its “steam heat” between Connick and O’Hara, they seem to have abandoned the wholesome ‘50s chemistry / tension and spend the second act basically humping each other. But Harry’s voice is one of a kind (since the rest died), Kelli is spectacular, and Joyce Chittick steals the show every time. ThreePenny Opera Scandalicious. Basically panned in all the major reviews, people are still flocking to this bawdy, outrageous, zany show. Watch this preview. I’ve already talked about it, so I’ll just say that in general I like it. Plus the cast members flirt with the audience before the show. Do I have stories about opening night… That’ll probably come tomorrow. With pictures! Off-Broadway Blue Man Group Again, I’ve already talked about them. It’s the perfect show for our generation. Sure, kind of a lowest common denominator, but wildly entertaining. Confessions of a Mormon Boy Another one I’ve talked about. Good subject matter. Horribly over-acted. Entertaining Mr. Sloane Not as entertaining as the title may lead you to believe. Even though it’s one of our shows, I can’t bring myself to actually like it. After going to the theatre a couple of days ago I realized that the stage is actually slanted, and I have a theory that it's a source of bad acting. It’s not really enough to notice from the audience, but standing up there, it’s really distracting. The show suffered another blow last week when Alec Baldwin had an "episode" and Jan Maxwell has left the show because of it, supplying the New York Post with a lovely article as she went. I can’t find the article on line yet. Red Light Winter You could either go see this show or have your heart ripped out by a bear. Basically the same effect. I love entertainment that depresses me, and this has done the best job so far. STOMP Just when I thought my band geek days were over, I saw STOMP. All of a sudden, drum line cadences were running through my head for the next several weeks. Lots of noise, lots of dancing, lots of rhythm. It appeals to an even lower common denominator than Blue Man Group. In retrospect, it was kind of dusty. Off-Off-Broadway They’re Just Like Us First of all, the website’s pretty funny. When I first saw a promotional picture I thought, “what am I getting myself into?” but looking at their site I realized that they’re parodying themselves, further making the point that their show sets out to make. It’s all about how people (especially New Yorkers) act in order to feel connected, whether it’s through fame, personal relationships, being noticed by those who pass by, or by those who will be here long after we’re dead. Crazy-good writing and an ensemble cast of shiny no-names. Plus it only seats about 30 people, above a club in the East Village. Very eclectic, cool and intimate. Coming Soon: Broadway: Caine Mutiny Court-Martial Off-Off-Broadway: JZ’s show. I don’t know what it’s called Coming Late (AKA shows I want to see): Avenue Q Doubt Faith Healer Festen Rent 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee The Drowsy Chaperone Light in the Piazza Forbidden Broadway: SVU Tryst

TOP SECRET: Graduation Plans

Sorry, kids. That post was simply too much to worry about. Just you try making certain words certain colors and see how it turns out on Blogger! But so noone has hard feelings about their comments, they have been kept here: lvs said... Ok, I just want you to know that that post made me Tearful, because I haven't seen you guys in So Long, and because I wish I could do a condo weekend again, and because it makes remember that fateful weekend to Akron after Dan's graduation? Remember? Rum, gin, and Tommy Boy? Remember? 10:16 PM Trey said... Tasted like Christmas. 11:29 PM Jen said... i think you need to add "seeing Jen" at some point in that long list of yours. it's kind of incomplete without me, if you know what i mean...and i RLY think you do. 11:03 AM Donkey Patrol said... Trey, you need to come visit the admissions office as well. Clearly you didn't work out your itenary with the RIGHT priorities in mind. Anyway, speaking of the admissions office, I've been tossing around some ideas in my head for an Admissions Counselor musical. If I throw some songs together, can you get someone to write the music? I think it would be a big hit on broadway, but I think I'd like to release it off broadway so as to draw people away from the mainstream deluge of new plays and musicals that proliferate in midtown. I'm thinking about maybe opening it in a theatre in Astoria. Any thoughts? 2:41 PM Donkey Patrol said... Hey Trey you clearly need to visit the admissions office as well. I'll even let you answer my phones for the afternoon wooooo!! But speaking of the admissions office, I've been throwing together some ideas for songs which I want to include in my (ba ba ba baaaaaa) Admissions counselor Musical!! I'm thinking it could be a huge hit if I could get some one to write some killer music for my hit lyrics. I also think I'd like to release my musical off broadway, like maybe in a theatre in Astoria. Now that's out-of-the-box. Do you know anyone who could help me out? And once I get this finalized, I need you to help me get a cast together since you have thesbian friends. 2:44 PM Donkey Patrol said... your dang comment moderator throws me off. 2:45 PM Trey said... And I loved having the opportunity to post both. It's like drafts of my cover letters. 2:48 PM

This week's "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition" takes place in Kentucky

It's Easter. I'm lonelier than I thought I would be. There's no one in New York, so no way to make me feel any better. Seriously. JZ - Pittsburgh. Kelly - Jersey. Lindsey - Jersey. John - Florida. Coworkers - Jewish. But I did find this: It's long, but definitely worth watching. Especially funny if you've ever watched the BBC. And may I say, I heart Jeremy Irons.

One Step Further

If I'm beating the dead horse that is song title surveys, might as well beat the deader horse known as DC Talk: Describe yourself using one band and song titles from that band. Band/Artist: DC Talk Are you male or female?: We Three Kings Describe yourself: I Luv Rap Music How do some people feel about you?: Like It. Love It. Need It. How do you feel about yourself?: What if I Stumble? Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: I Don’t Want It Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: Mind’s Eye Describe where you want to be: Free At Last Describe what you want to be: That Kinda Girl Describe how you live: Colored People Describe how you love: Luv is a Verb Share a few words of wisdom: Some People Gotta Learn the Hard Way

Freaky Friday

Two men walking up a hill One disappears and one’s left standing still I wish we’d all been ready ~Larry Norman / DC Talk TGI Friday. Black Friday. Casual Friday. Next Friday. Today, it’s Good Friday. But that doesn’t mean various Fridays can’t overlap. You know those times when in the very back of your mind you have the sneaking suspicion that the Rapture happened and you were left behind? It hasn’t happened since I was a kid. I actually used to think it all the time when I was little. Any time I called for a parent and they didn’t come immediately, or if I was separated from a group of people because I was totally lost in my own bizarre thought process. Maybe it’s just me, in which case you now know one of my many charming neuroses… Anyway, I had one of those moments today. Because of Passover / Easter celebrations enjoyed by all, pretty much every office is off today except for mine. So this morning I get off the subway at Times Square 42nd Street, crossroads of the world and all that, right? It was COMPLETELY EMPTY! (okay, maybe not the whole stop. It’s quite large. But definitely the 40th Street exit). After traveling through this zoo every day for the past four months, I’ve grown accustomed to shoving my way through an ocean of people every morning to get to work. The utter lack of commotion was acutely disturbing. Well, at least for a crazy person. Speaking of crazy neuroses... I take a lot of time looking up these stupid little quotes in gray at the beginning of each of my posts. For me, they all have something to do with at least a little part of what I say in the text. Today I spent A LOT of time looking up that stupid DC Talk song. I could have sworn I knew what album it was on (Jesus Freak was standard issue to my people). But turns out I'd heard it some other way. And then I found out they didn't write it. And by "found out" I mean "remembered." So it was kind of frustrating. But on the bright side, I stumbled accross these lovely little blasts from the past: We’re just two honks, and a negro Servin’ the lord We’re just two honks, and a negro Singin’ our song Will power! Will power! Will power! The power to will away...temptation! [temptation sold separately, batteries not included] I luv rap music I always have, and I always will There ain’t no other kinda music in all the world That makes me feel quite as chill I luv rap music Ya know, it’s sittin’ on the top of my list So if ya wanna hang with me, ya better believe We’ll be jammin’ to a hip hop mix and who could ever forget study time in the SAC: I don’t want it, I don’t want it, want it I don’t want it, want your sex for now I don’t want it, I don’t want it, want it I don’t want it, ’til we take the vows

More Complete Update

No party is any fun unless seasoned with folly ~Desiderius Erasmus Graduation is 40 days away. Even though I’m not in class, scurrying to finish projects and cram for finals, I’m very much looking forward to this day. It’s something that not many people in my family have done. Neither of my parents did, nor did my grandparents. There have been a few cousins, but it took them several years. Even though I’m already done, just going up to get that empty booklet and a handshake is something that will bring about a pretty substantial sense of accomplishment. My campus email account was officially removed. I find it very irritating. Not only because previous alums have been able to use their accounts for years after their graduation, but because I don’t get to use mine even up to the point where I get my diploma. I know for a fact that there are dinners and banquets and pickup information on my cap&gown and stuff, but I won’t know about it because SL&L can’t possibly let me know. I tried going to the ever-useful my.gcc, but any information that would be helpful is in the “on-campus use only” section. But thank God I was able to access a message board where some Grover was promoting these sandals. So I’ve emailed friends and family to see if they have any information. But seriously, if anyone knows anything about graduation, caps and gowns, dinners, or any other events surrounding the most important event in college, let me know. But like I said earlier, I’m mainly excited about seeing everyone. It’s odd how breaks have gone unnoticed. I never realized how nice it was that we would get off a couple of long weekends and 10 freaking days for Spring Break. Not that I mind working consistently through this time. On the contrary, I like getting consistent (although dismal) numbers on my paychecks. But I don’t get the same opportunity to get out and see people. The only people coming up to NYC are Touring Choir people, and that leaves only the adorable YJ for company. Whatever happened to “let’s take a road trip and see a show”? Ah well, I get to go to GCC and home in a little over a month, so I’m plenty happy. And the weather’s getting nice, so I feel like I can venture out and do fun things in the city. Just last Sunday, I had nothing to do so I took the train to the north end of Central Park and walked all the way to the south end, where I went to Borders in Columbus Circle and sat and read some memoirs. But sometimes nothing beats sitting around and doing nothing. I slept quite literally all day yesterday. Granted, I didn’t feel well, but it was relaxing nonetheless. Now, to catch you up on fun interesting New York-y things. First of all, Beatherman alerted me earlier of seeing a Cynthia Nixon on gofugyourself.com. “She’s standing in front of a [company that I work for] background!” Yes. Yes she is. And I was there. Harry and Kelli show up later, but it was the same event. And I got to be all, “Yeah, I was there.” This was our 40th Anniversary Spring Gala Benefit, where we celebrated every single musical we’ve ever done. We had members from the original casts of each show, and they all sang at least one song from those shows. It was an amazing concert. People I met: Michael Cerveris, Rosemary Harris, Jane Krakowski, Carla Gugino, Martin Short, Liam Neeson, Nelly McKay, Brent Spiner, and all the other fabulous people I’ve run into already. They all performed songs from She Loves Me, Company, Assassins, Pacific Overtures, Nine, Big River, 12 Angry Men, Pajama Game, and lots of other shows. It was neat, to say the least. Unlike other events, though, we had different food from the people that had paid thousands of dollars to be there. But it was pretty good. It was interesting because we had to walk through the performers’ green room to get to the staff room, so there was a lot of crossover fun. About five of us were standing in a circle discussing getting celebs to their cars when Kelli O’Hara pops up and says, “Hey guys! What’s goin’ on? How can I help? …OK, awkward…” and tiptoed away. I walked Martin Short to his car. That was probably the highlight of the evening. Then on Thursday we had our Three Penny “Underworld” Party. Imagine with me (and click on logos): You’re in a very typical “Night of the Roxbury” joint in the middle of the meat-packing district. There are models in silver mini skirts and ugg stilettos handing out free vodka. People are getting makeovers from in the corner. models are running around everywhere, but hardly anyone appreciates them. And guys in are dancing around spraying everyone with . If you’re thinking that this was one of the weirder nights of my life, you’re thinking correctly. I was the VIP bouncer. Whose idea was that? But I got to let all the important people in, and they told me I was a much nicer bouncer than the one hired by the club to be out front. As you’ve probably guessed, it was kind of a night celebrating commercialism. We all got gift bags with 2(x)ist underwear, Too Faced makeup, samples of Cumming, and Donna Loren panties and negligees. So I’ve got graduation presents for everyone! Shhhh… But the highlight of that evening was definitely Cyndi Lauper. She may have fallen away from being as famous as Madonna, but she still knows how to party.

Comment Moderator

So this handy little feature was activated a few weeks ago during my own personal golb panick. This was before Katie had her panic attack, and I just removed all my old posts about my last internship, and some other stuff with people's names. I also enabled the "comment moderator" feature so that I could make sure other people weren't screwing with me. I didn't get quite how it worked. Without entering an email address, I assumed that comments would magically appear to me in my dreams, and I could approve them in the morning. As such, I thought everyone had simultaneously stopped reading/commenting/caring. It was truly depressing. But now I've figured it all out and I'm happy. So comment away! Assure me of your love!

I've done cool things, but I'd rather talk about this

“Most men remember obligations, but are not often likely to be grateful; the proud are made sour by the remembrance and the vain silent” ~William Gilmore Simms It's been too long since I updated. I was going at a really good pace since I graduated. \A glass of wine consumed by the lovely SBP sparked a discussion that will go down in our blogring history. My four beers will not. Instead it give us this: I'm just laying around on a [much deserved] lazy Saturday night, drinking alone and watching "Saving Private Ryan" on TBS. Spring Break, WOOOO!!! But it really makes me think. My grandfather was in WWII and died when I was seven months old. I don't know anything about this man. Was there a guy in his company tagging along with the dreams of writing about the brotherhood of the service? Is there someone who can tell me about my heritage? How similar could we possibly be if, as an even younger man, he was serving in Germany, risking his life, while I went to college and then on to NYC to pursue a career in theatre? Is my path better or worse? My life is much different than I ever imagined it would be. I know it's different from what my parents saw for me when I was a baby, and I definitely know that my grandparents never dreamed I'd be here. But is it an accomplishment that surpasses their dreams or disappoints them? I just found out that, with all my saved up overtime, I can take off a week for graduation. I'm going to purchase me some expensive plane tickets and spend Wednesday - Saturday at Grove City, then Sunday - Tuesday at home. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone. There aren't enough people in my life anymore, and this rush is just what I need. The only downside is that I have to wait for over a month. But I'm really looking forward to it. I still haven't heard about the job, by the way. I hope all my Grover friends are having an amazing spring break, visiting the beach or grad school or family. I envy you all. Next update I promise to talk about the Gala (many new celb acquaintances) and the HipTix party (possibly the 'coolest' thing I've done yet). Until then, I'm reall sleepy. Sidenotes: "The Fifth Eliment" is on. That soundtrack is the first non-Christian CD I ever bought, and it caused my parents concern. And "Veronica Mars," which I've never even seen before, starred both George Michael and Maebe from "Arrested Development." Therefore, I will give it a second chance whenever I next see it whilst aimlessly flipping.