Yet another accident has happened as audience members watched a preview of the most expensive Broadway musical in history, “Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark”.
The stunt double who fell 10 feet into the theater’s orchestra pit is reportedly in serious condition.
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Geez, what next? The people involved with this production must be wondering if there are living in an ongoing nightmare. They’d better pray no one dies while working on this obviously dangerous production or they may be watching their huge investment go up in smoke.
This and the top photo from a fashion spread in the December issue of Vogue. Photography by Annie Liebovitz.
Wow! Can it get more ostentatious than this? Featuring that perennial Christmas carol, “Amazing Grace”.
What is amazing about this is how they can denigrate that classic hymn to the level of making it appropriate music for stripper’s to bump and grind to.
How much power is drained for these things and is it really necessary that they can be seen from outer space?
All that being said, synchronized light displays are not just the height of kitsch but fun, too. Imagine if someone like Esther Williams was doing (or is that were doing?) spectacular numbers in films these days. They’d have to do a Holiday lights in the olympic-sized pool extravaganza.
Until tonight I was unaware that there was any real man named Dr. Stork or that he was an ER doctor and not a pediatrician.
Then I found this revolting video:
I never watch the boob tube so TV celebrity goes right past me. It would, however, be very hard not to notice this young man.
Dr. Stork is one of those guys who obviously has way more than his share of the good things life has to offer. Check out his history: He graduated magna cum laude from Duke University, received his MD from U of Virginia, was the bachelor on “The Bachelor: Paris”, has appeared regularly on Dr. Phil’s show as a medical expert, and is one of the stars of a daytime show called “The Doctors” where he and his three co-hosts resolve the burning medical issues of lonely housewives. He was also once the boyfriend of American Idol winner and country star, Carrie Underwood. I think.
Travis Stork remotely reminds me of what I imagined Opie Taylor (“The Andy Griffith Show”) would grow up to look like before he became a balding Ron Howard. It is an understatement to say this fellow is “cute”. He’s the kind of pretty that attracts people to him the way moths are lured into bright lights. All he needs to do is flash his winning smile and people believe whatever he says. This guy is Prince Charming in the flesh. I wonder how he stays grounded. One might think his head would be so swollen he would need to be tethered down for fear of floating off like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon.
Dr. Stork seems entirely too good to be true. I half expect that I’ll hear something absolutely dreadful about him in the coming years. Like rather than being the living and breathing Ken doll he appears to be that he is more like Richard Cory, the fellow with everything who offs himself in the famous A. E. Housman poem that Paul Simon turned into a memorable song.
Peter (Spider-Man) Parker’s Uncle Ben tells him, “With great power there is great responsibility”. In Dr. Stork’s case it would be “To those that much is given, much is expected.” How many of us are given intelligence, beauty, charm, success, and the ability to achieve our heart’s desires relatively easily (at least it appears that way whether true or not)?
It will be interesting seeing what becomes of this all too human and way too perfect seeming man. I hope there are no decaying portraits hidden away. Do I sound petty and jealous? I don’t want to trade lives with Travis Stork or be him, but it would be very nice to “have” him. He is after all very much like a fantasy figure come to this often paltry and ugly reality. For a blogger who dotes on superheroes and other fictional “über” or “hyper” males it is fascinating finding such a man actually exists.
SUPERVERSITY 
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