Oh, cat, don't fly away again. My head's killing me.

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Seriously, why am I posting YouTubes of commercials with attractive actors in them, instead of telling you about my audition for the hand puppet movie?

Which was a fascinating experience. I don't think I'll get in, just because of the sheer numbers of applicants, but I flatter myself in thinking that my impression of Dick Cheney being forcibly sodomized by a mentally-challenged football player was spot-on.

Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition!
John, to stop Arthur's tide in the whole,
Hath willingly departed with a part,
And France, whose armor conscience buckled on,
Whom zeal and charity brought into the field,
something something something
Of kings, of beggars, old men, young men, maids --
Who having no external thing to lose
But the word "maid," cheats the poor maid of that --
That smooth-faced gentleman, tickling Commodity.
Commodity, the bias of the world;
The world, who of itself is piesed well,
Made to run even upon even ground,
something something something
And this same bias, this Commodity,
something something something
From a resolved and honorable war
To a most base and vile-concluded peace.
And why rail I on this Commodity?
But for because he hath not wooed me yet;
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
something something something
And like a beggar rail upon the rich.
Well, while I am a beggar, I will rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And, being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no sin but beggary.
Since kings break faith upon Commodity,
Gain, be my lord, for I will worship thee!

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I'm supposed to have the whole thing memorized and ready to read for strangers in 2 hours and 23 minutes. Pray for Mongo.