I'm wrong, I know.

[fredericks]

Because I am evil I have been following the goings-ons with the Broadway production of "Spiderman: Turn Off The Dark" (that title? not really doing it for me) over the last year or so. There was a bit on it during this past week's "60 Minutes" and there have been a couple of rather juicy articles and Art Blog updates over at NYTimes.com (require an online sign-up to view, but it's the Times! You know you want to.) over the last 24 hours. My schadenfreude readings have been off the scale, and I'm almost the tiniest bit ashamed of myself. I just keep thinking that the entire event (or debacle, depending on where you're leaning) will make a very interesting book or documentary about production life. And hubris.

And gotta love Thanksgiving. It's the time when people just let themselves go. When you, as a nurse, go to follow up with your cardiac patients and find that they blithely shrug off a gain of two pounds between the 25th and the 26th with a "well, I had to eat!" Sure, buddy. You tell your cardiologist that.