I had my first real encounter with a "Wizard mom" today.  These women...oy vey.  It's not rocket science.  They ask me my opinion about seats, and because I have been involved with this show in some way since I was 12 years old, I physically cannot get excited about it.  It takes all my will power not to roll my eyes and sigh just a teensy bit.  I always say "it's personal preference, but I think these seats are good," when really I want to tell them "no matter where you sit, the odds of seeing your child are slim to none due to the fact that there are a thousand people on the stage in crazy costumes and sparkly makeup.  Just pick a seat and have a drink or two or five before you come to the show.  Have a nice day!"

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Reason #589,256 why I love How I Met Your Mother:

Marshall's Salieri-esque speech extolling the virtues of the best burger ever.  The homage to Amadeus - the writing, the gestures, even the music - was so fucking genius I just sat there with my mouth open, nearly crying with happiness.  I've been searching all day for a video of it, but no luck so far (and the internet here at the theatre keeps going in and out - NOT COOL).

Also, it made me really want a cheeseburger.


Oh, Fareed, I heart you so hard: Will someone please put Sarah palin out of her agony?

And Rebecca Traister, too:  When you stage a train wreck of this magnitude -- trying to pass one underqualified chick off as another highly qualified chick with the lame hope that no one will notice -- well, then, I don't feel bad for you.