But he is going to giggle, just the tiniest bit, about how cute it was to see two notable D.C.-based actor-types standing outside the National Theatre stage door last night, jittery as schoolkids, waiting nervously for Cherry Jones to come out so they could tell her how much they love her.
Tboy, as you may recall, has a little Cherry Jones crush, too, so let's make it clear he's not actually sneering here. He's just poking a little fun.
And in celebration of crushes in general, and Cherry Jones in particular, he offers this, the first segment of what would appear to be a nice, long, terribly written TV melodrama with Jones and Brooke Shields as a Florida couple whose child becomes the focus of a legal battle after Jones dies and Shields forgets how to act.
... by the euphonious voice of Rick Foucheux, murmuring reflectively into Tboy's ear.
No, not like that. You're terrible, Muriel.
Like this. One minute it was Scott Simon, introducing a piece about Tennessee Williams' journals; the next it was Foucheux, reading the journals. And in a reasonably good Southern accent, too.
We like this. It's one of the beautiful things about having NPR here in D.C.
While Tboy's on the subject: He's excessively pleased to be able to tell you that he'll be starting a new gig at NPR on April 2. He'll be producing arts-focused packages -- much like this one -- for NPR.org.
Looky there: Tboy's got a day job again. (First time since 2001, pretty much.) And he couldn't be happier about it. Full-time freelancing is lovely on the flexibility front, but it turns out to suck when it comes to things like money.
Because the former Zarf (our boy Jeffrey Carlson) has completed her transition, and is now Zoe.
And because Tboy's friend Shana, who writes the Popnography blog at Out.com, has the backstory on yesterday's All My Children episode, in which Zoe attended a support-group session populated by what Shana calls "100 percent certified Actual Transgender People."
Six of them, in fact, according to this backgrounder from GLAAD. Apparently a good chunk of the scene was unscripted/improvised/real stories from the guests' lives.
And not just about theater ... visual arts, literature, music...
I've been asked to recommend candidates for an exchange program that'll take a group of 30-and-under arts critics to Northern Ireland, and I'm curious to know if you all have any favorite young writers. If you'd like to recommend someone, please e-mail me privately.
Tboy thought this surveillance-camera video was hysterical even before he clicked play.
Then he did click play -- and saw the caption that said it was happening in Augusta, Ga. Which is where he grew up.So yes, the mall that's being driven through by the crazy man in the SUV is the mall where Tboy did the surly-teenager thing.
And yes, the Starbucks the guy drives past (it's on the upper level) is the very same one Tboy and his nephew Joey went to for a pick-me-up when they were on the Build-A-Bear excursion last Christmas.
Tboy keeps telling you all that the people down where he's from ... well, they ain't right. He knows you don't really believe him. But now there's video evidence.
'Course Tboy probably shouldn't laugh yet. 'Cause odds are it'll turn out he knows the guy.