Seems like tomAto tomAHto to me, but thanks for he clarification 
Now back you your regularly scheduled Pit thread.
And fiddle players are stringy, and rear admiral is salty. General is better, with or without privates.
With all due respect to the denizens of Fleet Street.
Motherfuck.
Now I’ll have Lansbury and Hearn in my head all day. Hope you’re fucking well proud of yourself.
Interesting trivia piece – George Hearn does indeed sing the role on the original cast album… but he wasn’t the original Sweeny Todd. Len Cariou, who TV audiences know as the retired police commissioner on “Blue Bloods,” played Todd for a year opposite Lansbury before Hearn came in. He also originated the role of Frederik (the young son who ends up with Anne) in “A Little Night Music.”
I should point out that when Astaire and Rogers sang those words, they were talking about calling off getting married. In other words, it’s not necessarily intended to refer to a mere trivial difference.
Admittedly, they were only getting married in order to get divorced, in order to put an end to the false rumor that they were ALREADY married.
Wow. Two different chances to toss out some musical theater trivia!
I do loves me some Len Cariou, and he killed (ha!) as Todd. For that matter, I love Patti, too. But my first exposure to the show was the Hearn/Lansbury LA performance that aired on PBS (and released on video and DVD since). You never forget your first. 
I saw that same tour, in DC, late 1980!!!
Secret shame: could not afford ticket. Got into theater surreptitiously, saw first act from side of the house and second act from vacant seat in orchestra.
You cad. 
No they don’t. You pretend they do because it helps you rationalize the immense stupidity of what you’re trying to believe.
We’ll agree to disagree. And I will certainly acknowledge that yours is the more evidence-based position, inasmuch as I am asserting an unfalsifiable claim.
But remember that I brought it up only to answer the criticism that Catholics engage in cannibalism. If your position is correct, then it equally well refutes the claim. Catholics don’t practice cannibalism; they drink a sip of wine and eat a bit of unleavened bread, as you would have it.
Right?
Actual cannibalism, of course. But the question remains if Catholics have the intent to commit cannibalism, which is pretty bad too.
I’m not arguing that, by the way.
No, because if you accept intent, then you have to accept that Catholics believe in the Real Presence – substance of the Host is actually the Body and Blood of Christ; accidents of the Host remain bread and wine – and therefore are not committing cannibalism, which is eating human flesh when both the substance and the accidents are human flesh. Or that they are faking that belief, as you accused me of doing, and they have the mere intent to eat bread and wine that have been the object of a meaningless ritual.
If I am a programmed bot, I think it’s clear my programmers have selected an overly shrill value for my outrage parameter.
You’re the one who seems to be trapped inside a legal syntax subroutine, where human values are irrelevant—laws are judged based solely on whether they are grammatically sound.
I’d bet that many, if not most Catholics don’t have as nuanced a view. A view which is utterly nonsensical, by the way. There is no actual difference between the substance or the accidents, as you call them. Many Cathoics I’ve met certainly think it’s more than artificial Jesus flavoring and coloring.
I don’t think you’re precisely faking it. I think you’re vapidly convincing yourself that something profound is happening. Like a teen who thinks he’s experiencing true love upon getting a peck on the cheek. There is no there there. Just a guy reading profundity into banality. Some confused people, in a church, eating crackers. Nothing more.
This thread seems to have been successfully hijacked.
Dude, please, “Brickerized” is the preferred nomenclature.
I dunno. I kind of enjoyed the musical trivia.
Follow me down the rabbit hole, my friend.
That was very interesting, thanks! I know my pandora has played some of Angela Lansbury’s renditions of the various songs but I’ve never seen clips of the stage version before, just the movie.
Notice, Friends, he still hasn’t denied having a taste for human flesh.