Avenue Q: hysterical, gorgeous set (if you like buildings, and I do), cute actors even if you're not really supposed to look at them, excellent singing and impressively squeaky voices, grand use of drop-down TV screens, the kind of horribly dirty jokes I can cackle at and be surrounded by other people who are also cackling, marvelous puppetry, and a significant, sympathetic gay male character who doesn't die in the end? MY GOD, IT'S FULL OF STARS.
The guy who did Princeton and Rod was really cute, actually. Very short. Same with the adorable, tiny Asian chick who rocked the hell out of Kate Monster and Lucy. Seriously, how do tiny Asian chicks get voices that big? Or smoky?
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Yet another reason why Neil Gaiman is made of win: his thought on the David Tennant Hamlet. (Scroll down a bit. You'll get there.)
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RAMBLE TIME.
I keep having these moments where, say, I'll be making lunch, and it will suddenly occur to me: in five months, I'll be doing this with food I paid for myself, or I read a fic that mentions a routine of a morning run, and I think: in five months, I'll have access to a fitness center I can use any damn time I want, or I look at an action figure in my room, and I decide: in five months, I'm going to take that with me, because it's cool and I want to have a tangible representation of who I am, and it's getting to the point where this is a near-constant buzz under my skin: Savannah, Savannah, sun and mid-day classes and East Coast TV feeds and auditioning for plays that PAY and more people with dyed hair than you could shake a stick at. Five months. Two months--less than, now--until I graduate, and then (less than) three months until I hop a cross-country plane and move in in a state I've been to once, a state where I don't know anybody (except the endless hordes of other people's relatives who, as they have been telling me, apparently live there, not that I would care, because I don't know them), a state where my mom says she's going to get me my own credit card, a state where I'll have to fill in an absentee ballot in November because my vote belongs here, dammit, a state where it won't be cold when you step outside at night, a state where it will not snow four inches in April, WTF. (It's mostly melting now.)
I can feel the slightest little bits of panic starting to creep in around the edges; none of my RL friends will be there, I won't be able to talk to my journalism teacher about Torchwood and Doctor Who, I won't be--in applied production any more, fuck, I'm actually crying now. My life is going to change. Sure, I'll keep in touch, there's email and I'm going to come back and see at least the spring show next year, drop by some old classes during my (rather long) winter break, but I won't be here. No more Lynnwood High School, no more Little Theatre, no more inexplicable ostrich in the long, fenced-up yard next to the school (there's a llama too, and a goat, and a donkey; nobody knows for sure why), no more sweet Jesus it's hailing again, I swear to God, the weather here is desperately trying to get in as much as possible before I abandon it for muggy heat in Georgia. Thunder, too. I like the sound of thunder, and, it occurs to me, I like being able to watch and listen to extreme weather from the comfort of a house; snow, windstorms, truly epic rain, what-have-you. Savannah gets rain, doesn't it? Sometimes?
Everything's going to change. Well, maybe 75%. I am pretty sure you lot will remain about the same, which is, believe me, a comfort. No matter where I go, the gay sex people will always be there! ...that's Doris Egan's phrase, not mine. No, seriously. She used it once in a Comicon panel I had the luck of going to. Although actually she ascribed it to one of her fellow writers on Smallville. The point is, life is weird, but kind of awesome, and so are you guys. Hugs all around, y'all.
...and I'm going to have to actually get a job there at some point, ye gods...
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You know you're a very sad person when, upon having to write a paper on a famous stage director, you pick Elia Kazan, not because you've seen any of his plays or movies, but because he directed both versions of A Streetcar Named Desire, the male lead of which was named Stanley Kowalski, which would go on to become the partial namesake of one of the lead characters in--
...well, guess. Very, very sad.
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It's hailing, but I can see the sun through the clouds on the other side of the lake; it was snowing yesterday, and we thought we might have to cancel the closing night of the musical, but we didn't. We did marvelously, and the girl who, most unhappily, had been horribly sick and was not able to sing or even talk the night before, revealed just how much of a rockstar she really is and did all of her lines plus her solo song anyway. I think she is one of my heroes. A tiny, spastic, dedicated, amazing just-got-elected-next-year's-ASB-president hero. (She couldn't talk that day, either. I wasn't there for the speeches--senior class meeting, alas, since we can't vote--but I hear she did hers through a combination of miming and interpretative dance. With a translator, admittedly.) It's warm inside and it's cold outside; it's spring break, and I've got so many things to do, but I actually have enough time to do them.
Man, it's really hailing. Which is as much of a segue as I can manage into: so, I finished the second season of Due South.
They knew they were ending, right? (Even though it turned out they weren't.) Because that's pretty much the best way you can go; you have an episode which calls back a previous plotline and deals with the relationship between the primary characters, and then you have one last episode just for unabashed silliness and meta and my god did they really just say that okay maybe now I get why people slashed them. Changing the clips behind the end credits was a nice touch, too. And that's all she wrote.
Except, you know, for how she (and by she, I mean he, because most of the writers were male) totally wrote two more seasons.
Those two more seasons were the reason I started watching the show; I was bored, and I was browsing through the archives of a reccer whose opinions I very much trust, and I thought, huh, a Mountie, that could be interesting. And it was very interesting! I read more and I even ended up downloading a couple vids, and I still hadn't seen any part of the show. Somewhere along the line, I figured out that the scrawny blond guy called Ray wasn't the only guy called Ray, and I thought it was odd that they would have two characters in the same show with the same name, but I shrugged and downloaded the pilot anyway, because I was getting really interested by the whole show. I mean, slashy slapstick action/adventure comedy with jokes about Canada and a deaf wolf? It would be impossible not to like it. So I watched the pilot, and, yeah, it seemed slow at first, but after the main character said his first line, I fell hook, line, and sinker. This show. Sometimes it's just so funny and lovely it feels like you're going home every time you watch it. But I digress. So I watched the pilot, and I kept waiting for the scrawny blond guy to show up, and I didn't really mind the big-nosed Italian guy, but I got to the end of the pilot and there was still only one Ray, so I pursed my mouth and headed to the Internets and found out that, oh hey, scrawny blond guy doesn't show up until the third season; there are two Rays because I guess the writers really liked the name and didn't want to have to change it when they switched out the characters. Hrmph. Still, like I said, I didn't mind the original Ray, so I contented myself with that and bought the first season. I stopped reading the fics, and I didn't watch the vids any more, because I figured I could wait until I'd actually seen the guy.
I watch the first season and I love it. Some time passes. I get the second season, I watch the first six episodes, and it's a long story, but after that, a lot more time passes and I never get back to it.
Cut to about a week ago, when I got all itchy for Master & Commander and devoured as much of the gloriously long and excellent fics I could find on a particular author's site, and when the itch faded, I realized I was still hankering for some really good, long stories, and for some reason, the first thing that came to mind was, Hey, there were a bunch of Due South stories on that other lady's site I never got around to. So I head over there, and I get back to reading, and I realize I have to finish the show, because I still haven't seen that guy and at this point I probably should. And today I finished the second season, and the original Ray's term is over, and I've got the third and fourth seasons coming through Amazon by the end of next week or so, and it's strange. I mean, I like the old Ray. I'm really, really looking forward to the new Ray, because reading all those fics has made me kind of love the guy even though I've never seen him--I've seen the actor in a couple things, notably Tin Man and an episode of Supernatural, and I spazz out every time, because I am an incurable dork--but it's still weird to think about it.
The hail has turned to rain now. Ave! Ray nova; probably not even remotely similis Ray seneca. G'bye, Ray Vecchio, I look forward to seeing you again in the ultimate finale...and hey there, Ray Kowalski, we're gonna finally meet any day now.
You better be as good as I was told you were. *narrows eyes*
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What the hell is up with this obsession with pie? Nobody obsesses about cake. Or cookies. I, myself, would love to see a good powerful obsession with meringues--they are the most underappreciated of the hand-held desserts. But everyone goes wild over the concept of pie. Dean Winchester loves him some pie. Weebl and Bob never said anything but pie. I recall, when I was much younger, seeing a play version of Frog and Toad, and hearing the snail character plaintively call out, "Piiiiiie?". It is much funnier to throw a pie in someone's face than it is a cake. Pie has become a, a meme. It is accepted as gospel truth that pie is one of the greatest of all foods, perhaps the greatest. Apple pie is America's national food, and pumpkin pie one of its most traditional holiday dishes. Sweeney Todd is all about pies. I'm not even going to say anything about Pushing Daisies. But in truth, nobody really cares what kind of pie it is. Apple, cherry, rhubarb, pumpkin, peach, lemon meringue, chocolate silk, Boston creme, raspberry, blueberry, chicken pot, turkey pot, pork (without pot), "meat", strawberry, key lime, shepherd's, banana cream, lemon without the meringue, pecan, various-kinds-of-nuts-and-caramel, any combination of the above, and I'm sure someone has tried to make pies out of everything conceivably edible--see: the perplexity that is Raw Horseflesh ice cream--but nobody thinks about this. All they think is, "pie! Yum!". It could be grass pie, for all you know. But to the world at large, pie is pie is pie; pie is God, and to question it is blasphemy of the highest order. All hail pie.
If the cake is a lie, then the pie is the truth.
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| blackpool, fandom is love, gay gay gay, harry potter, heroes, i like music, i like musicals, i like television, i like theatre, life on mars, my life and welcome to it, omg petrellis, reaper, video games |
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So, I pretty much still love my drama group more than most other aspects of my life, possibly because we are so danged awesome, but possibly also because, through an interesting twist of conversation, I can get a guy to say, "Yeah, we're all gonna get laid! Unprotected sex! (raises hand for high-five from Other Guy) Other Guy, gimme some of that!"
And the best thing is, he had no idea what he said until I pointed it out to him.
Also, because I can get into conversation with a girl, remember that she once referred to herself as a "computer girl", remember that she reads fantasy novels, mention these things to her, ask her "So, are you familiar with...fandom?", and get into a long and very happy conversation on the subject. I mean, she mostly hangs around The Pit, and she prefers not to read porn, but she seems quite intelligent and reasonable. And she is just friggin' adorable. Seriously, she actually looks like a tiny Disney princess. Granted, the medieval garb and hairstyle adopted for the play might help with this, but it fits so well with her. She's like a pretty little pixie! And this marks the first time I have ever actually admitted just what the most acknowledged pairing in the Heroes fandom is (she doesn't watch it, but she's amenable towards it), and while she initially got very wide-eyed and giggly, a further description of why it's the most acknowledged made her admit that it did sound intriguing. Mostly she's an FFVII girl, apparently, though she got her start in Harry Potter. Really, what modern fangirl didn't get her start in Harry Potter? So we don't really share any fandoms, and she finds LJ hard to navigate, but still. Ally.
Cannot watch Torchwood until Sunday. Wargle. Apparently Reaper is back, which, on one hand, yay, but on the other hand, am two episodes behind and will only become more so. But then, there are only a few episodes left anyway, so it may not be that big a deal. Also, am attempting to find Blackpool, because, er, one of my fangirl-converts watched all of it through Youtube and demands that I and another girl watch it with her on an actual television. I should feel vaguely embarrassed that one of my disciples has reached farther than I, but really, it's kind of awesome.
(Cannot stop listening to Life on Mars soundtrack. SEND HELP)
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Dude, I am the master of ladders. And the master of tape. And the master of paint. I AM PRETTY MUCH THE MASTER OF ALL SET-RELATED THINGS, EXCEPT THE STAIRS AND THE BED, WHICH I DID NOT BUILD, BUT I AM HELLA SKILLED WITH THE WALLS, YO.
...I'm sure this has nothing to do with having spent three and a half hours working on the set of our school musical today (plus another seven hours over the last three days and god knows how many hours before that). But by God, it is so very satisfying to be able to hit the last spot on the last wall with the sponge, climb down the ladder of death (I like to think that I am the only one psychotic enough to stand on the second-to-top step, which is necessary to reach the very top of the flats, but it doesn't stop my legs from shaking and being forced to cling to the tops of the flats for support), and call for people to start ripping off the tape. Pretend masonry, man, you gotta love it. I will have pictures eventually. It is not actually done--gotta paint the stairs and stage, gotta set up the last masking curtains--but it is a hell of a lot more done than it was yesterday, and that, as I mentioned, is deeply, deeply satisfying.
I don't actually talk about my Life Outside The Internets much, which occasionally strikes me as odd, because my play production class is one of the most important parts of my life. (I credit it with making me marginally Cool and Popular--in a school of 1500 kids, I have a Recognizable Face now; I am known, and I am liked, and I am useful. That's a good feeling to have.) I've done posters for seven of the eight plays we've done since I joined the class when I was a junior, and I directed a play for my senior project, and I know that I consider this class to be more important than pretty much the rest of my current educational career. So it seems odd that I don't talk about it much. Maybe one of these days I will start. Of course, not for the next couple weeks, because rehearsals go until 6 on weekdays now and 10-Whenever We're Done on Saturdays and we perform next week starting Wednesday (Th., Fri., Sat., then next Th. and Fr.), and I accept all this with a curious form of grace, because I simply can't think of not being in a play. Staying late is just part of the job, same with building sets and learning lines and getting paint on my clothes. I'm sure there's something deeply philosophical about all this, but I have to go to dinner now.
(The musical, incidentally, is Once Upon A Mattress; I'm in the chorus, largely because my directorial involvement in the last play--the rehearsals of which overlapped with the first month of the musical's--prevented me from having a larger role. It's a somewhat subversive retelling of 'The Princess and the Pea', and it is so much dirtier than I expected. There's a song where a king has to explain the birds and the bees to his clueless son--but the king's mute, you see, and has to pantomime it, and the son just doesn't get it...and then there's the striptease song that ends with And I know I'll never live happily ever after/Until I'm a bride/Then I'll be happily happily/Yes, happily happily/And thoroughly...satisfiiiiiiied! Keep in mind that the person the singer wants to marry is the aforementioned totally-clueless prince. He's very adorable, though. And the princess is a total fairy-tale-subverting rockstar who wrestles knights to the ground, swims the castle moat to get in, lifts weights, sings about how wonderful swamps are, and calls herself Fred...they are the best and most adorable musical couple ever. OH AND. The entire plot of the play is about how nobody in the kingdom can get married until the prince does, so--everyone is very eager for this to happen, and there is a line in the opening number that goes None of the ladies are having any/No one is having any/No one is getting any--YOUNGER, so when our director asks us what our motivation is, we can quite cheerfully declare, "SEX!" and be not only absolutely correct but also not even a smidgen inappropriate. I mean, it's true.)
(You may have at this point guessed that it is a very fun musical to do.)
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Every Time We Touch (the name of the latest vid, incidentally; I don't think I've actually mentioned this before) is being whiny, or at least it makes Windows Movie Maker become whiny, so instead I cracked my fingers and settled down to do some quick work and make Not Dead Yet: Director's Cut, which is to say I sliced off some extraneous quarter-seconds of previous scenes hanging onto the beginnings and ends of other clips and also I made it widescreen, because I figured out how to make them widescreen. So here, for your viewing pleasure, a relatively improved version.
Oh, and it was closing night of my play tonight. You know, the culmination of the huge project I've been undertaking since November. I probably should have talked about it before now, but somehow it never seemed all that important here. Weird how that works. Anyway, I have more flowers than I know what to do with, so that's nice. And now, to bed.
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The great eHarmony experiment is over; I got kind of uncomfortable with the whole thing, but it's nice to know that several guys were intrigued enough by me to nudge me for a photo and a few guys were so interested they tried to start the communication process regardless of that; who knows, maybe I'll try this out again in college, when I am actually capable of doing things with it. Of course, Georgia may not be the best place to find the kind of guy I'd like...
The vid goes. I found a way to circumvent the re-clipping problem--by which I mean, I found a way to circumvent it and then I decided I didn't like that after all so I am actually going to reclip, but whatever, at least I know what to look for. (Also, said way involved saving the file as an actual video, allowing me to view my work so far without the WMM bugginess--and this makes me happy. Man, I think I've improved since Not Dead Yet--not a quarter-second cut to another scene secretly tacked on to the beginning or end of a clip in sight. And that's a very complicated way of saying it, but trust me that not having that is a good thing.)
...I sort of feel like I should talk about RL stuff, but nothing's going wrong, exactly; life is just...weird. Homework. (Homework I'm not doing right now, and maybe I should, but it's really just research right now and I can do it tomorrow, but it still feels weird to know that I'm slacking off.) The play. (The cast did well in today's rehearsal, and we've got the first half of the painting done for the set. We'll pull it together. It's what we do. But there are so many things, so many little things, and I kind of want to just curl up and hide until it goes away.) Social stuff. (Today, I learned some things about a particular group of kids within the drama class, in regards to some unfortunate dating-type-things, and now I have to think about some of my friends in a different light. Sex makes people weird. Even when they're not actually having it. My god, I hope they never actually had it.) You know what? The only thing in my life that is currently 100% absolutely and totally stress-free with no complications or weirdness whatsoever is my AP Literature class. The only thing. And that's because I'm ahead on the reading material. Everything else has at least one thing going on.
Weekends. I like weekends. I'm crazy about weekends. Weekends give me time. Homework, vids, writing, whatever. Time. Sunday, I have a rehearsal from 12 to 4 so we can finish up the set stuff. Saturday, well, I just have to meet with a girl from my history class to go over a project we're doing together, but I don't know how long that will take, and it sort of itches to know that my weekend isn't a big long stretch of time like it should be. And then we have play week, where for two days I have no idea what time I'll get home and for three days I only get a couple hours at home each and Saturday I lose almost all of my evening--and Monday's a non-school day, thank god, so I'm having a cast party, which will of course be fun, but it will also be time. I hoard my time like rubies and emeralds; an extra half-hour means I can work on the vid (which takes at least ten minutes to get started, because the program hates me and my laptop is indifferent), and I pour all the time I can get into the vid, and I think I look forward to it more than I do anything when it comes to the day-to-day. It's relaxing, to be able to just...work, and watch it unfold, seconds at a time. (This is another place where time comes in--I now know the value of a second, a half-second, the tiniest flash of a facial expression that in any other clip would be useless but comes as a godsend for someone who only needs a tiny flash.) In many ways, vids are easier and more rewarding than writing. I should probably be worried about this.
That Sunday, though, after closing night and before the cast party, is my birthday, and I'll get to force my parents into seeing a movie in the actual theaters. (We don't do this very often, because dad thinks the projection quality of every movie theater there is is so bad that we absolutely must wait for the DVD. Picture quality be damned, man--sometimes, I just want to see a movie. This insistence is pretty much the only reason we got to see Enchanted and Sweeney Todd, the proximity of which is rarer than something that is really rare.) I'm thinking Juno. It'd be nice to watch something other kids have watched. There was something else, too, but I can't quite remember it.
Eighteen. Huh. That's weird. And now I have to go to bed.
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Fifth episode of Wonderfalls: Lee Pace! Lee Pace! Lee Pace! Vaguely stable sibling relationship! Well-written cop! Yes, there would be a reason for lesbians to keep their fingernails short! Man, I love this show.
In other news, I am kind of a horrible person, because I have signed up for one of those free accounts on eHarmony and I'm pretending to be 27 just so I can see 1) what the report-thing says about me and 2) what kind of people want to know more about me; since I put in my profile that I read and write slash, and specified that I prefer geeks, I am assuming I will get some interesting matches. So far I have three, two of whom put their ethnicity as 'Other' (I am kind of surprised that you actually have to specify which races you want to get matched with; I chose everything, naturally), one of whom is Arabian ('Aftab' is a pretty cool name, actually), one of whom is a logistics officer in the Army (!), and two of whom read Ayn Rand. Uh. I'm not sure what to think about that last bit. And one of them wants me to post a photo (free accounts can't do that, or view the photos of others), and yeah I'm a pretty horrible person but if they are that broken up about not getting contacted by one random woman on the Internet, they were like that before I got there. At least I am not horrible enough to actually start anything.
...also, one of the Ayn Rand guys lists off a whole bunch of philosophers and so on whose ideas he admires, and one of them is Abraham Maslow, and as soon as I saw that my mind went straight to "Abraham Maslow, the peak experience--a moment that can make you feel very large, or very small...", because that is something Zane!Sylar talks about to Mohinder and I had to watch that scene approximately twenty times to get some of the clips for Not Dead Yet and I'm a very interesting person.
School starts up again tomorrow. *looks nervously at the calendar* Two weeks, only two weeks of comparative hell before the play's over and everything settles down...well, and then the musical (which contains a number of tangentially related but nevertheless entirely different neuroses, but I've decided I'm bigger than them so I won't go into that), but I will not be in charge of the musical, which is quite nice.
Am beginning to suspect that the techno vid may, in fact, be impossible to do with any kind of artistic integrity. There are only so many shots I can grab of the boys without repeating myself...gnarr. Gnarr.
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The third episode of Wonderfalls: hey hey hey, Lee Pace got marginally more than two lines! And now we have some actual definition of his character! He's no longer just Brother Who Serves No Obvious Purpose! Although he still has a ways to go before I can properly consider him a significant character. Dammit. Also, the theme music is just ridiculously head-bobby. I wonder-wonder why the wonder fa-a-alls...
Windows Movie Maker is still being a bitch, alas. I have broached the subject to my parents of acquiring some decent software. They have basically told me "not this month", although I think that was more because they didn't want me to have to worry about anything else this month. This month is a good time for worrying. It occurs to me that I don't much talk about RL stuff--well, I'll just say that today was kind of stressful and not fun up until we watched Wonderfalls (which was later in the evening), and then I got all relaxed and happy and drew for two and a half hours, which was nice. The drawing was actually a significant contributor to the stress, so having the pencils all done is very nice. (It's a poster. For the next play. The play that I am directing for my senior project. The play that goes up week after next. I probably do not have to explain my stress at this point.)
...I think my point of the last paragraph was actually to say that I probably won't be finishing the vid for some time, unfortunately. Shame. Making vids is fun. Time-consuming, but fun. This may be why I've given vague thoughts to doing a few more of them after I get Every Time We Touch and the theme from The Magnificent Seven done--Flagpole Sitta is a vid I've been wanting to do for a long time (just take a look at those lyrics, man--it is made for an ensemble vid, and I honestly have no idea how they managed to do that), and I appear to have gotten it into my head that Thanks for the Memories would make a great Mylar vid. DON'T LOOK AT ME.
I wonder-wonder why the wonder fa-a-alls....
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Today, I was invited to go to a concert! This was a surprise to me for the following reasons:
1) While the boy in question is from applied production, and therefore is part of the nebulous social group therein, he's not one of those I would consider friends--he's fun, but he's a bit of a dick. And he's dating Halley. I disapprove of this on a variety of levels, and express it as frequently as I can, which tends to startle people, because they're not used to me doing that. I tell them I've always been like this, they just never noticed it before, and they shake their heads and sigh.
2) While one of the other people going is someone I would consider a friend (hereafter to be referred to as, if I ever mention her again, The Amazing Hope), she is only possibly going, and it is entirely possible that I will be left with two guys I sort of know and two other people I don't know at all.
3) He invited me because he said he wanted as many people as possible who liked that particular kind of music to go. He doesn't actually know what my musical tastes are. He refused to tell me the name of the band, instead insisting that it was "science-fictiony" and the members typically wore bizarre outfits. I listened to part of a song on his iPod. It's...death metal rock? One of those things. Not really my style. I did manage to figure out the name eventually, through subterfuge (and being six feet away from him when he talked about it to someone else), though. Anybody heard of The Locust?
4) I've never been to a pay-for-tickets concert before, and in fact have only been to three concerts at all--two performances of the gloriously weird Bloodhag, which consists of four English professors roaring out death metal about science fiction writers, primarily at sci-fi conventions (which was where I heard them), and a concert by a Beatles cover band, held in one of the outside courtyards of a mall. My experience in the field of concert-going is almost entirely derived from movies and TV. I'm not sure if those sources can be fully trusted.
5) I accepted. Apparently I'm going to a (cheap) concert in Seattle next Friday night with boys I don't know all that well.
...is this what having a social life is like?
In other news, I worked my ass off on the poster for our latest play, and managed to actually learn a few things one can do in Photoshop, so you guys get to see the fruits of my efforts. They're very, er, fruity. (Like the play!...well, sort of.)
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The thing about coming from watching a musical (You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown--a community theatre production featuring Tobi and the rest of her unfairly talented family) is that one starts thinking in lyrics, which gets really odd when one comes up with things like
AK-47s
Are really very hard to draw
I wish that I had chosen
Almost any other gun
Desert Eagles are nice
It doesn't have to rhyme, dammit. It's lyrical.
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So! This is my post on the last two days, and some of the previous stuff, because I said I would. I think. Or I thought I said I would. Anyway.
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| apparently i really like the master, big damn petrelli story, big damn wwii au, doctor who, heroes, i like theatre, life on mars, my life and welcome to it, mylar, omg i can write fanfiction, omg petrellis, plaude |
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I'm not actually confused, but the icon seemed appropriate, on account of my just having seen the first episode of Life on Mars, so...it's rather late and I'm rather tired and I need to eventually make a post about Young Frankenstein--the musical, not the movie, and yes, there's a musical now, and it's here in Seattle before it goes to Broadway, and I saw it, and it's awesome, and I need to make a post about it but as I said before, it's rather late and I'm rather tired, so that will have to wait. Other things I need to do: possibly make a post about Life on Mars, though possibly even fewer people here would be interested in that than Doctor Who, and write this sudden new interlude for the BDPS that just occurred to me today, and also....damn, I had the first line of a segment for the WWII AU, a real proper segment, not the bits and pieces and dossiers I've been writing (or not writing--haven't written in two days, feel guilty about not feeling guilty about it), but it's gone now. I still have the first line of the BDPS interlude, though, so I can write tomorrow and not feel guilty at all. I like that idea. That idea's good.
It's a lot easier to write things if you just know the first line. That's how I started the BDPS, actually. The first line was easy, and then I just took off running. Granted, I had to make occasional pit stops and I think I sprained an ankle three or four times, possibly ran into a lamp post, tripped and landed face first in a mud puddle, but I got a lot of exercise and I saw some interesting trees and buildings and things and ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) indyhatgave me a lift near the end so that was all good. See? Nice bit of paragraph, wrote it all down nice and easy on account of having the first line. Told you it made things easier.
I have the Heroes DVD. It's very nice. The descriptions of the episodes are woefully insufficient to the point of being entirely useless; I believe Peter is mentioned exactly three times, and they refer to the beginning of the Zane Taylor incident as 'Mohinder meets a dangerous new hero'. I seem to remember saying something about it being rather late and my being rather tired, so I think I'll do something about that. Got another marathon sleepover tomorrow. Whether it is Doctor Who or Heroes this time depends utterly upon the reliability of Tobi, which is to say, depends utterly upon the whims of the gods. Wouldn't mind it being Heroes, though, on account of having the DVD now and being able to do it both legally and without slight blurriness. (Tobi shows up, we watch Doctor Who, 'cause that's what these things were meant to be for. If Tobi doesn't show up--as she did once before, actually twice before, but only the one is relevant--we watch Heroes, 'cause the last time Tobi didn't show up we decided to start Heroes without her. So: either I get to make horrible comments about Peter and Nathan and possibly Peter and Claude and, who knows, Mohinder and Sylar, or I get to make horrible comments about the Doctor and the Master; tomorrow is going to be a good day.) Rather late, rather tired. Right. Talking too much for a post that was not intended to say very much. Icon is possibly even more appropriate now. GOODNIGHT.
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