A clarification.

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One question I seem to be getting a lot these days amounts basically to, "What is The Underpants about?"

For help, I direct everyone to the the illustrations of Mr. Art Frahm, as annotated by Mr. James Lileks (of questionable SFWitude). Now, imagine that one of the young ladies illustrated is living in turn-of-the-century Germany, and is married to a government employee, who is renting a room in their apartment in order to make ends meet. Hijinks ensue.

All of the underpants-dropping takes place offstage, much to the chagrin of the fetishists in the audience, probably.

In other news, I have been recruited to do a performance or three of Twelve Angry Men, except in two night of auditions, they've only managed to come up with six angry men, and now they're out beating the bushes to find six additional angry men.

Unfortunately with the nature of the person doing the bushes-beating, and the smell of desperation coming from the show, I'm afraid they're going to end up with Six or Seven Angry Men and Some Additional FABulous Men, and Maybe Some Women, Who May Or May Not Be Angry, The Total Number of Persons Represented Being Twelve. Such is life, I guess.

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Twelve Angry Jurors is the authorized way to title the show if you modernize it and do non-gender-specific casting, and that's what these folks are ultimately going to do. Unfortunately, the show (in my opinion) gains ease of production and modern authenticity at the expense of some of its Mamet-lite machismo.

Complete with celery!

(I should note that publicity for The Underpants could probably give away the whole plot and we should still have plenty of ticket sales. Nobody really worries about what whether the pizza gets eaten or the washing machine gets fixed in your favorite adult film.)