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Not to Dwell
Dec. 5th, 2007 08:32 amBut here is one reason why yesterday sucked.
One of the set pieces we have to deal with is a large fake log half-buried in a snowbank. It's a very cute effect. The snowbank was painted green for a Summer Conservatory show. My set designer - the Diva's sister - decided it would be too hard to paint it back and instead decided that someone should hot glue white sheet batting to it.
spaceyacey523 spent what had to be at least 3 hours gluing stuff to this log. We only had 1 piece of sheet batting, so that went across the front. It had kind of a funky fold in it, but no big deal. After that one sheet was in place we were left with nothing but the kind of batting that you use to stuff stuffed animals. It hot glued into place like puffy while blobs, or perhaps warts, but the show opens tomorrow and we had no choice. I burned 2 of my fingers badly and accidentally pulled the blister off one in my haste to remove the burning hot glue from my poor finger. Then spaceyacey523, not ten minutes later, did the exact same thing. It was very hard not to call her monkey-see-monkey-do for the rest of the night.
Finally the log was done. It didn't look great, there were places that looked rather diseased, but people kept reminding me about the 20-foot rule. The first thing my tech crew did was scrape fully 3/4 of the white stuff off the log while trying to move another set piece around it. But, finally, after 2 days of tech, we made it to act 2 and the log came out on stage. There certainly was something to that 20-foot rule - the log looked completely different than it had backstage. There was a moment of silence. Then a small voice from the back of the house rang out.
"Oh my God, it looks like a giant penis."
That voice was mine.
When the crew finished pissing themselves with laughter I asked my lighting designer,
name_ommited if there was anything he could do to make the log look less like a dick.
When that round of hilarity passed, I ventured a glance at the stage again. Nope, I still have 2 boys with a sled sitting on a giant phallus.
"name_ommited," I pleaded. "Isn't there anything, a wash, a special gobo, anything at all you can give me to make that thing look less like we castrated the Abominable Snowman?"
I got a blackout.
One of the set pieces we have to deal with is a large fake log half-buried in a snowbank. It's a very cute effect. The snowbank was painted green for a Summer Conservatory show. My set designer - the Diva's sister - decided it would be too hard to paint it back and instead decided that someone should hot glue white sheet batting to it.
spaceyacey523 spent what had to be at least 3 hours gluing stuff to this log. We only had 1 piece of sheet batting, so that went across the front. It had kind of a funky fold in it, but no big deal. After that one sheet was in place we were left with nothing but the kind of batting that you use to stuff stuffed animals. It hot glued into place like puffy while blobs, or perhaps warts, but the show opens tomorrow and we had no choice. I burned 2 of my fingers badly and accidentally pulled the blister off one in my haste to remove the burning hot glue from my poor finger. Then spaceyacey523, not ten minutes later, did the exact same thing. It was very hard not to call her monkey-see-monkey-do for the rest of the night.Finally the log was done. It didn't look great, there were places that looked rather diseased, but people kept reminding me about the 20-foot rule. The first thing my tech crew did was scrape fully 3/4 of the white stuff off the log while trying to move another set piece around it. But, finally, after 2 days of tech, we made it to act 2 and the log came out on stage. There certainly was something to that 20-foot rule - the log looked completely different than it had backstage. There was a moment of silence. Then a small voice from the back of the house rang out.
"Oh my God, it looks like a giant penis."
That voice was mine.
When the crew finished pissing themselves with laughter I asked my lighting designer,
name_ommited if there was anything he could do to make the log look less like a dick. When that round of hilarity passed, I ventured a glance at the stage again. Nope, I still have 2 boys with a sled sitting on a giant phallus.
"
name_ommited," I pleaded. "Isn't there anything, a wash, a special gobo, anything at all you can give me to make that thing look less like we castrated the Abominable Snowman?"I got a blackout.
Not to Dwell
Dec. 5th, 2007 08:32 amBut here is one reason why yesterday sucked.
One of the set pieces we have to deal with is a large fake log half-buried in a snowbank. It's a very cute effect. The snowbank was painted green for a Summer Conservatory show. My set designer - the Diva's sister - decided it would be too hard to paint it back and instead decided that someone should hot glue white sheet batting to it.
spaceyacey523 spent what had to be at least 3 hours gluing stuff to this log. We only had 1 piece of sheet batting, so that went across the front. It had kind of a funky fold in it, but no big deal. After that one sheet was in place we were left with nothing but the kind of batting that you use to stuff stuffed animals. It hot glued into place like puffy while blobs, or perhaps warts, but the show opens tomorrow and we had no choice. I burned 2 of my fingers badly and accidentally pulled the blister off one in my haste to remove the burning hot glue from my poor finger. Then spaceyacey523, not ten minutes later, did the exact same thing. It was very hard not to call her monkey-see-monkey-do for the rest of the night.
Finally the log was done. It didn't look great, there were places that looked rather diseased, but people kept reminding me about the 20-foot rule. The first thing my tech crew did was scrape fully 3/4 of the white stuff off the log while trying to move another set piece around it. But, finally, after 2 days of tech, we made it to act 2 and the log came out on stage. There certainly was something to that 20-foot rule - the log looked completely different than it had backstage. There was a moment of silence. Then a small voice from the back of the house rang out.
"Oh my God, it looks like a giant penis."
That voice was mine.
When the crew finished pissing themselves with laughter I asked my lighting designer,
name_ommited if there was anything he could do to make the log look less like a dick.
When that round of hilarity passed, I ventured a glance at the stage again. Nope, I still have 2 boys with a sled sitting on a giant phallus.
"name_ommited," I pleaded. "Isn't there anything, a wash, a special gobo, anything at all you can give me to make that thing look less like we castrated the Abominable Snowman?"
I got a blackout.
One of the set pieces we have to deal with is a large fake log half-buried in a snowbank. It's a very cute effect. The snowbank was painted green for a Summer Conservatory show. My set designer - the Diva's sister - decided it would be too hard to paint it back and instead decided that someone should hot glue white sheet batting to it.
spaceyacey523 spent what had to be at least 3 hours gluing stuff to this log. We only had 1 piece of sheet batting, so that went across the front. It had kind of a funky fold in it, but no big deal. After that one sheet was in place we were left with nothing but the kind of batting that you use to stuff stuffed animals. It hot glued into place like puffy while blobs, or perhaps warts, but the show opens tomorrow and we had no choice. I burned 2 of my fingers badly and accidentally pulled the blister off one in my haste to remove the burning hot glue from my poor finger. Then spaceyacey523, not ten minutes later, did the exact same thing. It was very hard not to call her monkey-see-monkey-do for the rest of the night.Finally the log was done. It didn't look great, there were places that looked rather diseased, but people kept reminding me about the 20-foot rule. The first thing my tech crew did was scrape fully 3/4 of the white stuff off the log while trying to move another set piece around it. But, finally, after 2 days of tech, we made it to act 2 and the log came out on stage. There certainly was something to that 20-foot rule - the log looked completely different than it had backstage. There was a moment of silence. Then a small voice from the back of the house rang out.
"Oh my God, it looks like a giant penis."
That voice was mine.
When the crew finished pissing themselves with laughter I asked my lighting designer,
name_ommited if there was anything he could do to make the log look less like a dick. When that round of hilarity passed, I ventured a glance at the stage again. Nope, I still have 2 boys with a sled sitting on a giant phallus.
"
name_ommited," I pleaded. "Isn't there anything, a wash, a special gobo, anything at all you can give me to make that thing look less like we castrated the Abominable Snowman?"I got a blackout.
Flo-rific weekend
Sep. 24th, 2007 01:08 pmTime well spent with Mom and dad this weekend.
Friday we drove out to Girdwood to surprise Mom with dinner at Double Musky as a late birthday present. It was about a 45 minute wait but we had deep fried crawfish poppers for an appetizer. Mark has oso buco with fresh lamb, dad had a steak the size of his head, I ate alligator (!!! very yummy - kind of tough but rather like stew meat.) and Mom ordered a shrimp scampi where the chef seemed to have added the garlic, forgotten about it and added more garlic at the end just in case. She didn't say anything until it was too late to send it back. We also got deserts. I'm still working on mine.
Class Saturday went well. I tried a new game with the kids that I swiped off the Who's Line Is It Anyway? website. It's a variation on Emotional Blocks where, instead of mapping out places on the floor and you change emotions depending on where you are standing, you give the actors 3 props, each with a different emotion that they have to exhibit while in possession of the item. They really liked it and they did pretty good with it. They were great about making trading object very natural - as opposed to "I want the flowers now!" - but we need to start working on having a scene as well as a gimmick now.
Mark had a Hash on Saturday, so I met up with Mom and Dad after classes for appetizers before going to see Deathtrap. It was an interesting production. Deathtrap has long been one of my favorite plays, so I have very strong feelings about how it "should" be done. I wasn't really disappointed, but some parts of it felt overly theatrical and some needed more of a flourish. Helga ten Dorp was awesome.
We went out to dinner after that and then dropped Mom and Dad off at their hotel. A couple of friends just moved back to town and were having a poker party, so we stopped in just to say hi for a few minutes.
Sunday I canceled rehearsal so I could spend some time with Mom and Dad. We did brunch at Humpy's and then walked around downtown for a while. Dad wanted to watch football, so we got them settled into our apartment for the afternoon while we went to a Brr-lesque show planning meeting. It looks like I only have an unavoidable conflict with one of the shows this year, if I can get someone to cover me at the PAC for a show and a load-in. I really don't need one, but I have secured my brr-lesque name - Eileen Dover.
I'm supposed to be off today, but I had to run by the office to pick up disc for the PAC and do some stuff with school shows. The Diva called while I was on my way "Oh I'm working from home too, so you can get the mail, answer the email and phone messages!" I told him I would not be checking the mail on my day off. I am trying to get stuff done, though, and feeling very put-upon.
Friday we drove out to Girdwood to surprise Mom with dinner at Double Musky as a late birthday present. It was about a 45 minute wait but we had deep fried crawfish poppers for an appetizer. Mark has oso buco with fresh lamb, dad had a steak the size of his head, I ate alligator (!!! very yummy - kind of tough but rather like stew meat.) and Mom ordered a shrimp scampi where the chef seemed to have added the garlic, forgotten about it and added more garlic at the end just in case. She didn't say anything until it was too late to send it back. We also got deserts. I'm still working on mine.
Class Saturday went well. I tried a new game with the kids that I swiped off the Who's Line Is It Anyway? website. It's a variation on Emotional Blocks where, instead of mapping out places on the floor and you change emotions depending on where you are standing, you give the actors 3 props, each with a different emotion that they have to exhibit while in possession of the item. They really liked it and they did pretty good with it. They were great about making trading object very natural - as opposed to "I want the flowers now!" - but we need to start working on having a scene as well as a gimmick now.
Mark had a Hash on Saturday, so I met up with Mom and Dad after classes for appetizers before going to see Deathtrap. It was an interesting production. Deathtrap has long been one of my favorite plays, so I have very strong feelings about how it "should" be done. I wasn't really disappointed, but some parts of it felt overly theatrical and some needed more of a flourish. Helga ten Dorp was awesome.
We went out to dinner after that and then dropped Mom and Dad off at their hotel. A couple of friends just moved back to town and were having a poker party, so we stopped in just to say hi for a few minutes.
Sunday I canceled rehearsal so I could spend some time with Mom and Dad. We did brunch at Humpy's and then walked around downtown for a while. Dad wanted to watch football, so we got them settled into our apartment for the afternoon while we went to a Brr-lesque show planning meeting. It looks like I only have an unavoidable conflict with one of the shows this year, if I can get someone to cover me at the PAC for a show and a load-in. I really don't need one, but I have secured my brr-lesque name - Eileen Dover.
I'm supposed to be off today, but I had to run by the office to pick up disc for the PAC and do some stuff with school shows. The Diva called while I was on my way "Oh I'm working from home too, so you can get the mail, answer the email and phone messages!" I told him I would not be checking the mail on my day off. I am trying to get stuff done, though, and feeling very put-upon.
Flo-rific weekend
Sep. 24th, 2007 01:08 pmTime well spent with Mom and dad this weekend.
Friday we drove out to Girdwood to surprise Mom with dinner at Double Musky as a late birthday present. It was about a 45 minute wait but we had deep fried crawfish poppers for an appetizer. Mark has oso buco with fresh lamb, dad had a steak the size of his head, I ate alligator (!!! very yummy - kind of tough but rather like stew meat.) and Mom ordered a shrimp scampi where the chef seemed to have added the garlic, forgotten about it and added more garlic at the end just in case. She didn't say anything until it was too late to send it back. We also got deserts. I'm still working on mine.
Class Saturday went well. I tried a new game with the kids that I swiped off the Who's Line Is It Anyway? website. It's a variation on Emotional Blocks where, instead of mapping out places on the floor and you change emotions depending on where you are standing, you give the actors 3 props, each with a different emotion that they have to exhibit while in possession of the item. They really liked it and they did pretty good with it. They were great about making trading object very natural - as opposed to "I want the flowers now!" - but we need to start working on having a scene as well as a gimmick now.
Mark had a Hash on Saturday, so I met up with Mom and Dad after classes for appetizers before going to see Deathtrap. It was an interesting production. Deathtrap has long been one of my favorite plays, so I have very strong feelings about how it "should" be done. I wasn't really disappointed, but some parts of it felt overly theatrical and some needed more of a flourish. Helga ten Dorp was awesome.
We went out to dinner after that and then dropped Mom and Dad off at their hotel. A couple of friends just moved back to town and were having a poker party, so we stopped in just to say hi for a few minutes.
Sunday I canceled rehearsal so I could spend some time with Mom and Dad. We did brunch at Humpy's and then walked around downtown for a while. Dad wanted to watch football, so we got them settled into our apartment for the afternoon while we went to a Brr-lesque show planning meeting. It looks like I only have an unavoidable conflict with one of the shows this year, if I can get someone to cover me at the PAC for a show and a load-in. I really don't need one, but I have secured my brr-lesque name - Eileen Dover.
I'm supposed to be off today, but I had to run by the office to pick up disc for the PAC and do some stuff with school shows. The Diva called while I was on my way "Oh I'm working from home too, so you can get the mail, answer the email and phone messages!" I told him I would not be checking the mail on my day off. I am trying to get stuff done, though, and feeling very put-upon.
Friday we drove out to Girdwood to surprise Mom with dinner at Double Musky as a late birthday present. It was about a 45 minute wait but we had deep fried crawfish poppers for an appetizer. Mark has oso buco with fresh lamb, dad had a steak the size of his head, I ate alligator (!!! very yummy - kind of tough but rather like stew meat.) and Mom ordered a shrimp scampi where the chef seemed to have added the garlic, forgotten about it and added more garlic at the end just in case. She didn't say anything until it was too late to send it back. We also got deserts. I'm still working on mine.
Class Saturday went well. I tried a new game with the kids that I swiped off the Who's Line Is It Anyway? website. It's a variation on Emotional Blocks where, instead of mapping out places on the floor and you change emotions depending on where you are standing, you give the actors 3 props, each with a different emotion that they have to exhibit while in possession of the item. They really liked it and they did pretty good with it. They were great about making trading object very natural - as opposed to "I want the flowers now!" - but we need to start working on having a scene as well as a gimmick now.
Mark had a Hash on Saturday, so I met up with Mom and Dad after classes for appetizers before going to see Deathtrap. It was an interesting production. Deathtrap has long been one of my favorite plays, so I have very strong feelings about how it "should" be done. I wasn't really disappointed, but some parts of it felt overly theatrical and some needed more of a flourish. Helga ten Dorp was awesome.
We went out to dinner after that and then dropped Mom and Dad off at their hotel. A couple of friends just moved back to town and were having a poker party, so we stopped in just to say hi for a few minutes.
Sunday I canceled rehearsal so I could spend some time with Mom and Dad. We did brunch at Humpy's and then walked around downtown for a while. Dad wanted to watch football, so we got them settled into our apartment for the afternoon while we went to a Brr-lesque show planning meeting. It looks like I only have an unavoidable conflict with one of the shows this year, if I can get someone to cover me at the PAC for a show and a load-in. I really don't need one, but I have secured my brr-lesque name - Eileen Dover.
I'm supposed to be off today, but I had to run by the office to pick up disc for the PAC and do some stuff with school shows. The Diva called while I was on my way "Oh I'm working from home too, so you can get the mail, answer the email and phone messages!" I told him I would not be checking the mail on my day off. I am trying to get stuff done, though, and feeling very put-upon.
Just to keep the mom and other folks who read this and don't hear me whinging every day completely updated ( .... )
The show is going very well. Bottom is finally feeling better. We had to cancel last Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday this week but we went on last night to an almost sold-out house. 25 kids came from a high school drama club to see the show.
The director was very upset that we started late and intermission ran long, but there was little I could do. The last people to get tickets were a family of 5 with 3 small children. All the seats were scattered like beads and I had to go around and ask the high school kids to scoot down or change seats so I could get the 2 youngest to sit near mommy. Then one lady got upset with me because she and her boyfriend hadn't been able to get seats together and I didn't ask anyone to move for THEM. I just started to explain the kid-factor, then stopped and took the tactic of "well, you didn't say anything to me and I don't think you asked the kids next to you to scoot down. I can't help if you don't speak up." So we had to wait a few extra minutes while she talked someone into moving so her boyfriend could give up his fine seat in the middle section and come sit with her on the side.
I hung out with
geolinguist a good portion of yesterday. We were going to go have lunch at Mooses Tooth but he drove to Cafe Amsterdam out of habit. It's "our place" for lunches and we figured we'd better not break the tradition.
scooterpbakes and 
kahteeyahcame over so scooterpbakes could install a second hard drive in my computer, but that seems to have fragged the power supply. Luckily I have a loving husband with a computer of his own who wants to spend the day watching "Band of Brothers" so I get to be here typing and whinging away.
The show is going very well. Bottom is finally feeling better. We had to cancel last Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday this week but we went on last night to an almost sold-out house. 25 kids came from a high school drama club to see the show.
The director was very upset that we started late and intermission ran long, but there was little I could do. The last people to get tickets were a family of 5 with 3 small children. All the seats were scattered like beads and I had to go around and ask the high school kids to scoot down or change seats so I could get the 2 youngest to sit near mommy. Then one lady got upset with me because she and her boyfriend hadn't been able to get seats together and I didn't ask anyone to move for THEM. I just started to explain the kid-factor, then stopped and took the tactic of "well, you didn't say anything to me and I don't think you asked the kids next to you to scoot down. I can't help if you don't speak up." So we had to wait a few extra minutes while she talked someone into moving so her boyfriend could give up his fine seat in the middle section and come sit with her on the side.
I hung out with
geolinguist a good portion of yesterday. We were going to go have lunch at Mooses Tooth but he drove to Cafe Amsterdam out of habit. It's "our place" for lunches and we figured we'd better not break the tradition.scooterpbakes and kahteeyahcame over so scooterpbakes could install a second hard drive in my computer, but that seems to have fragged the power supply. Luckily I have a loving husband with a computer of his own who wants to spend the day watching "Band of Brothers" so I get to be here typing and whinging away.
Just to keep the mom and other folks who read this and don't hear me whinging every day completely updated ( .... )
The show is going very well. Bottom is finally feeling better. We had to cancel last Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday this week but we went on last night to an almost sold-out house. 25 kids came from a high school drama club to see the show.
The director was very upset that we started late and intermission ran long, but there was little I could do. The last people to get tickets were a family of 5 with 3 small children. All the seats were scattered like beads and I had to go around and ask the high school kids to scoot down or change seats so I could get the 2 youngest to sit near mommy. Then one lady got upset with me because she and her boyfriend hadn't been able to get seats together and I didn't ask anyone to move for THEM. I just started to explain the kid-factor, then stopped and took the tactic of "well, you didn't say anything to me and I don't think you asked the kids next to you to scoot down. I can't help if you don't speak up." So we had to wait a few extra minutes while she talked someone into moving so her boyfriend could give up his fine seat in the middle section and come sit with her on the side.
I hung out with
geolinguist a good portion of yesterday. We were going to go have lunch at Mooses Tooth but he drove to Cafe Amsterdam out of habit. It's "our place" for lunches and we figured we'd better not break the tradition.
scooterpbakes and 
kahteeyahcame over so scooterpbakes could install a second hard drive in my computer, but that seems to have fragged the power supply. Luckily I have a loving husband with a computer of his own who wants to spend the day watching "Band of Brothers" so I get to be here typing and whinging away.
The show is going very well. Bottom is finally feeling better. We had to cancel last Sunday, Wednesday and Thursday this week but we went on last night to an almost sold-out house. 25 kids came from a high school drama club to see the show.
The director was very upset that we started late and intermission ran long, but there was little I could do. The last people to get tickets were a family of 5 with 3 small children. All the seats were scattered like beads and I had to go around and ask the high school kids to scoot down or change seats so I could get the 2 youngest to sit near mommy. Then one lady got upset with me because she and her boyfriend hadn't been able to get seats together and I didn't ask anyone to move for THEM. I just started to explain the kid-factor, then stopped and took the tactic of "well, you didn't say anything to me and I don't think you asked the kids next to you to scoot down. I can't help if you don't speak up." So we had to wait a few extra minutes while she talked someone into moving so her boyfriend could give up his fine seat in the middle section and come sit with her on the side.
I hung out with
geolinguist a good portion of yesterday. We were going to go have lunch at Mooses Tooth but he drove to Cafe Amsterdam out of habit. It's "our place" for lunches and we figured we'd better not break the tradition.scooterpbakes and kahteeyahcame over so scooterpbakes could install a second hard drive in my computer, but that seems to have fragged the power supply. Luckily I have a loving husband with a computer of his own who wants to spend the day watching "Band of Brothers" so I get to be here typing and whinging away.
