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We're getting some great buzz and reviews! But don't take my word for it--Check out what the critics have to say:

In This Week

UVU Review

Daily Herald

Convinced?
Well then come see the show:

October 22-November 7, 2009
Noorda Theatre
7:30 p.m.
Midnight Shows on October 30th and 31st.

For tickets call 801-863-PLAY or

Buy Tickets Now!

Or if you're in the mood for something else, there is a lot of great Halloween theatre in the valley this year. I recommend:

Frankenstein--Mortal Fools Theatre Project at PTC

Little Shop of Horrors--Hale Center Orem

Sweeney Todd--ARTE at The Castle

See you at the show!

If We Can Build Roads and Buy Tanks, Why Can't We Buy Bandaids?

You Should Have Been There

For this.

Awesome and Creepy

Check this out.

Public Service Announcement:

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell

9.22.09

After so many thousands of years wandering the plains and living in huts out under open air, we have returned to the caves.
We build impossibly steep mountains and hole up in them; Stack our spaces one on top the other.
We keep out wind, rain, animals, air and even our old friend fire. Ghosts of Bon hide in flourescents, cheap incandescence; nothing to warm our darkness but the feeble zapping buzz of micro waves.
We dream of blue spark cinders--the dying of a distant flame. Only a long since memory long lost forgot. Whispers of smoke rising.

So I Might Get a lot of Flack for this...

But I think it's a valid point.

"...Every half-hour.
That’s how often someone dies in America because of a lack of insurance, according to a study by a branch of the National Academy of Sciences. Over a year, that amounts to 18,000 American deaths.

After Al Qaeda killed nearly 3,000 Americans, eight years ago on Friday, we went to war and spent hundreds of billions of dollars ensuring that this would not happen again. Yet every two months, that many people die because of our failure to provide universal insurance — and yet many members of Congress want us to do nothing?"

That's a quote from Nick Kristof's latest editorial in the New York Times. Which you can find here in it's entirety.

Here's another gem, this one from Roger Cohen, also of the Times:

"France spends
11 percent
of its gross domestic product on health care
and insures everyone

and the United States spends
16.5 percent
of G.D.P. and leaves
20 percent of adults under 65 uninsured.

The numbers don’t lie: The U.S. system is wasteful and unjust."

The bottom line: If we were as efficient as France when it comes to health care spending, we could be saving 4% of our GDP and providing healthcare for everyone at the same time.
Now 4% may not seem like a lot, but that actually ends up being the yearly cost of our military.
So we could actually DOUBLE the size of our armed forces with those savings if we wanted to.
OR we could DOUBLE the pay for all of our dedicated men and women in the armed forces.
Now that sounds like something even a conservative could get excited about!

OR

We could continue to leave 1 out of every 5 americans without the medical attention they deserve while wasting a chunk of our national budget large enough to run the military.

10:41 pm--Corner of Stanworth and 3rd

After Reynaldo died, he dreamed he was a cat.
Or rather, he dreamed that he had been a cat having a dream about being Reynaldo.
It was all very confusing, but when he woke up, he knew that something must change.
He knew this because the cat's dream of being Reynaldo had been so utterly and hopelessly boring. So boring, that even a housebroken calico, content to do nothing but lie in the sun while switching his tail and dozing off every few minutes had found his dream of being Reynaldo rather dull and pedestrian.
Things were making both more and less sense as Reynaldo was coming around. Someone was shining a flashlight in his eyes and asking him questions that he wasn't quite able to discern--in fact he was having a hard time piecing together more than two or three words in a row. And yet everything seemed so clear. So much clearer than they had been in a long time.
He realized that he was staring at the ceiling. He pinched and then blinked open his eyes several times before he noticed that the ceiling was moving. The white tiles and humming florescents streaked overhead just quickly enough that he had a hard time focusing on them before they left his field of view. They turned a corner and he realized that it was he, and not the ceiling overhead that was moving. He straightened the fingers of his right hand and felt the cool metal frame of the hospital gurney he was apparently being conveyed upon.