"Hold my avocado" is so fetch.

[insert nineteen Lorena Bobbitt jokes here]

OOOOOOKAAAAAAY.

It's their defense mechanism.

Any adaptation of the books has to contend with the fact that the first four books are very episodically stop-and-go, and their importance in the series as a whole basically had to be retconned in. The Netflix series looks like it's trying to tie them together from the get-go.

Reasons of state take precedence over…reasons…of state.

Yuuuuuge, even.

It's worth a gander, if only to measure the gap between what Tommy expects his cult following is based on, and smartass reality.

Check YouTube: it's rife with footage of "unofficial" stage adaptations.

Those hack frauds are safe.

There's apparently a fly-on-the-wall documentary following the whole process of the musical, and compiled by producer Michael Cohl's son, who was given free rein to film everything.

Both Berger's book and Greg Sestero's book on The Room came out around the same time, and they make a great back-to-back read.

There was a Chicago tryout lined up at one point.

Helen Wiggin, the one you mention, committed suicide in 2006.

Ah, shit.

- "Where's our friendly Computer Officer Estrada?"
- "DERE HE IS."

Undergrad thesis.

Makes sense when you consider the debt to which Hamilton owes JCS.

Always glad to see the musical getting love.

And Burr had plenty to say about it. Like, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10."