What's the Buzz? Tell me what's happenin'

I'm crashin' on the ole Queen size listening to Jesus Christ Superstar: A Resurrection. I suspect I am the only person in the state to own this CD. I think I bought it whilst high on the Mary Jane one day. It's a dream production, really-"Hey everybody! Let's get together and act out Jesus Christ Superstar!"
"Ooooh good idea!"
"Hey! And let's cast a lesbian as Jesus!"
"Brilliant!"
But then, I act out this play in my living room in my spare time. So, what do you expect from me? A thoughtful review? I think not. When I get me some money, I'm going to get some East Nashvillians together and we're going to Resurrect the Resurrection. I'm hoping to play a member of the chorus.
I think we all know who gets to be Our Lord.
I've been reading spoilers again. I really shouldn't do that. It makes me want to listen to musicals and Nebraska.
All this talk of Judas has me wanting to betray someone with a kiss.
Hell, I could use the thirty bucks.

Meanwhile, in the land of hot adorkable oncologist on smoldering curmodgeon action someone is spamming h_w on LJ with references to Pink Lemonade. I don't get it either. My brain is melting-but I keep refreshing. It's offensive on a lot of levels and for that very reason I can't look away.
Which reminds me-new season of Breaking Bonaduce starts on Sunday. That was the best time ever last season. I kept waiting for him to die-that would've been compelling television.