THE LAURA KINGMAN FAN CLUB IS AT DEFCON1

***EMERGENCY LAURA KINGMAN FAN CLUB ALERT BULLETIN***

To all of my rabid fans, I have terrible news. We have a "CODE BRENDA WALSH" type situation occurring. Today in my ward they let us watch "Access Hollywood," and let me ASSURE you the nurses will not be doing that again. In fact, we will not be watching anything, since I ripped the TV–chains and all–from its wall mounting in a fit of rage upon seeing the TERRIBLE news:

Brenda Walsh AKA PART STEALING BITCHFACE WHOREBAG is going to be on DANCING WITH THE FUCKING STARS!!!

Darling fans, you must remain strong through this difficult time. NEVER FORGET that I am the true star, and SUFFERING IN CAPTIVITY, all because of this devil-bitch from the land of 10,000 lakes. It is Brenda Walsh, not this supposed made-up diagnosis of "dissociative psychosis" bullshit that the so-called "doctors" here keep talking about, that is responsible for my imprisonment. She has convinced everyone that I am crazy, when we ALL know the real truth. My star power would so outshine hers so she has to keep me LOCKED UP.

Brenda is a USURPER. All she can think about is her jealous rage about what a wonderful actress I am, such a wonderful person to share a stage with. And I think mostly because I'm really indifferent to it. Isn't that right? Never had any anxiety about it. Just did it naturally, easily, slowly. Absolute confidence and complete calm...If I thought I would never be a star again, I would go down to the kitchen, and pick out the longest and the sharpest knife I could find and stick it straight into my heart!

Can BRENDA WALSH give a monologue like that? NO. All she can do is STEAL from me. She isn't an actress. She failed her audition. She doesn't hang ceramic drama masks on her door. She didn't perfect her craft by falsely reporting date rape so believably it inspired Lucinda "Ungatoken" Nicholson to lead the entire California University female student body in a raucous 30-minute Take Back the Night Rally. She hasn't WANTED it like me, and she doesn't have MY TALENT!!! And when I tried to play her game and steal my part back (except it's not stealing because I AM Maggie the Cat, and the part was ALWAYS MINE!!!!!!!), I was publicly disgraced merely because I spread the truth that she is A BIG ROY RANDOLPH QUID PRO QUO SEXUAL FAVOR-PROVIDING PROSTITUTION WHORE and asked Steve Sanders to help her have an "accident." I didn't mean KILL her! I just meant that he should tell her to break a leg, and then break her leg, or something like that. It would have been more effective than always calling Cindy Walsh and blessing her with a demonstration of my acting ability, which easily fooled her into thinking I was someone from the drama department and thus making Brenda late for rehearsal AND pissing off Roy Randolph. Too bad then she FUCKED ROY RANDOLPH LIKE THE BIG SLUTBAG SHE IS, and cost me MY shot at the BIG TIME. I never would have done that if she hadn't SCREWED ME (via Roy Randolph), and made me the lowly understudy while she took my RIGHTFUL place as Maggie the Cat.

That is why, dearest fans, we must not watch this Dancing with the Fame-Stealing "Stars." Actually, since I am currently sequestered from my adoring public, I can't fall back on my old tricks of getting revenge, pity, and attention by fabricating some heinous felony sexual assault or by threatening suicide with a stage sandbag rope-and-pulley contraption. I have been confined thanks to the vast conspiracy against me perpetrated by BRENDA MARIE WALSH WHO I HATE AND DESPISE!!!!!!

I need those of you who know the TRUTH about how much better I am to get out there. Start protesting! Show up at the DANCING WITH THE THIEVING BODYSUIT-WEARING FRAUDS set and distract this FIENDISH STUPID IMPOSTOR by pelting her with objects during her routines (maybe with copies of the CAT ON A HOT FUCKING TIN NON-BRENDA WALSH-BEARING ROOF!!! BY TENNESSEE HATES FUCKING BRENDA WALSH WILLIAMS!!!!!! script-lol). PLEASE CONSPIRE AGAINST BRENDA AS I HAVE BEEN CONSPIRED AGAINST BY BRENDA, and destroy her chances of stealing yet another triumph that should be MINE!

At least vote against her. I don't particularly care for whom (I know who you WOULD vote for if you could write in...maybe at my next hearing the mental health board won't say that treating my alleged "disorder" is "like watching an improvisational, never-ending version of the final scene in Sunset Boulevard," and that they've finally seen the light as to my superior skills as a queen of the stage, and let me out of here in time for next season, where I will FINALLY OUTSHINE THAT SNAGGLETOOTHED HOOKER-ASS TWATFACE.

Please hang some ceramic drama masks in your home or office, or from your car's rearview mirror in solidarity. One day I will be free!!! I'M READY FOR MY FUCKING CLOSE-UP, BRENDA!!!!!

Your favorite actress's favorite actress,

Laura Kingman

therealmaggiethecat@gmail.com

PS-**EVIDENCE** THAT I AM A BETTER ACTRESS THAN THAT BITCH BRENDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GRRRRRRRREETINGS!

CHEERIO, my good co-eds! You may refer to me as Roy Randolph, and I am a world famous director and overall master of the thespian arts, which I should disclose on the off chance you've been dwelling under some sort of rock or boulder somewhere. I am particularly well-known for my award-winning 1994 production of Tennessee Williams' masterpiece Cat on a Hot Tin Roof on the exalted stage of the California University drama department. Of course this memorable production starred the inimitable Brenda Walsh as Maggie...excuse me, I mean Margaret. The lovely and colourful Ms. Walsh prefers to call Maggie the Cat by her given name, and if you could see how much more spectacularly inconsistent and cartoonish her Southern accent is in comparison to the certifiably insane and privacy-disrespecting Laura Kingman, you would certainly understand her rather unorthodox approach to her roles. Said approach involves visiting me late at night and telling me–as her character Margaret, of course–what a wonderful lover I am.

Sure, sure, I signed a contract with the hallowed academic institution known as California University assuring the administration that I would keep my cockney hands off the co-eds, but it's hardly against the rules if she's in character and I have assumed the role of Brick. That's called acting, for all you pitiful, insignificant little peons that cannot appreciate my brilliance at the fine and subtle art of the stage. Besides, it is not as though I need to employ my hands at all to receive certain favours from my aspiring leading ladies. Furthermore, by performing said favours, the astonishingly gifted Ms. Walsh can safely claim that she has still only ever technically slept with Dylan McKay and Stuart Carson, who I might add are both amateurish fools who know tosh about the demands a thespian might face.

Then again, these fellows should hardly feel bad since nobody else can fully honour my genius, either, except perhaps Brenda Walsh and my disturbingly Mel Brooks-ish stagehand. I've been told that in years of late, the talented Ms. Walsh has seated herself in my chair, and has tackled directing a production of Spring Awakening for West Beverly High. Keep striving, my little Minnesotan crumpet! Someday you'll be able to ascend to my level of directing drama club productions at university!

Therefore, I have agreed to inaugurate this pathetic little "blog," so that I might remind you all how resplendently superior my talent is. And, of course, so these depressingly unsuccessful other little "co-stars" of mine from my California University days might attempt to scratch out some sort of artistic meaning to their pathetic, insignificant little lives.

Stand by for more missives explaining to you all about my indisputable superiority, as well as a lot of tawdry efforts by the other riff-raff, people with pedestrian jobs such as dentists and chemists and cut-rate English scholars. And–Great Scott–even a collegiate athlete, and not even a footballer! I shudder to think of what you dear readers shall endure. Never fear, however. I shall return to relieve you of this literary drudgery with further tales of my smashing triumphs of the off-off-off-off-off-off Broadway university theatre circuit! It shall be grand! And until then, please endeavour to reacquaint yourself with the greatest theatrical production of all time!

Dramatically yours,

Roy Randolph