I'm blogging from Vermont, 20 minutes away from the Ben & Jerry's factory, unable to walk two steps without crossing a damn photogenic covered bridge. I'm staying with my parents at the Trapp Family Lodge, which was indeed built by one of the original dudes from the real-life Trapp Family Singers. This means that there are hundreds of Trapp posters adorning the walls, a Trapp documentary showing twice a day, and in general Trapp written all over the place. It's all Trapp. What a Trapp hotel.

My cast has been e-mailing each other titles for our spring revue, which is traditionally a pun or non-sequiter. It makes for amusing brainstorming. For example:

-The Whites of their Thighs
-Good Crop, Bad Crop
-Committee on Social Naught
-Mein Humph (picture of Bogart)
-Moderately Easy Mac
-Subway: Eat Flesh
-April Showers Bring Whiskey Sours
-In Like a Lion, Out Like 'Nam
-Dubuque Nuke'em
-Jew Jew Kachoo
-Neo-Jerseyism
-Conservative Compassionism
-Leggo My Eggo, Hegel My Bagel
-As You Reich It
-God : iPod :: Jesus : iPod Mini
-Xanadu's and Xanadont's
-New Kids on the Jock
-Atlas Humped
-Are you there god, It's Me Moses
-The Little Engine that Died
-Apocalypse Cow