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...that the forty-seven letters and emails I sent out over Christmas have netted me a total of eight locations in town who are willing to host a Sweet Charity poster.
Suddenly the huge job lot of stuff we did seems way more than we'll ever need. Oh well, it was cheap.
My designs for the program are absolutely off the chart, if I do say so myself. It looks, in my mind's eye, every bit like the professional programs that I have seen in London, just a lot smaller and with less advertising. Undoubtedly my attempts to put it down onto virtual paper will liberate a chunk of quality, the production committee another and the final print run the last of it. I wouldn't hold your breath for something worth reading this year.
With no Exalted this Saturday, I should have enough time to get into town and buy Juilin's Big Fluffy Rainbow BagTM, even though his big wooly rainbow bobble hat has proved elusive. I suppose I can't have everything, but a bobble hat would have gone down a treat for annoying the order-aligned characters. I can see Tanner enquiring as to the purpose of such festive ecoutrements, Durain tsking and rolling his eyes at the lack of discipline...and Prospera trying to throat slit the bobble so she doesn't have to look at it. Oh well - I'll just have to produce various comedy-effect props from my voluminous bag instead, if I can find any. Sock puppets, anyone?
This evening sees our trying to prove Springs is a worthwhile Shadowrunner, with the help of Benedict, the one she almost got shot in the face by over the last time she was involved in a run, and Tiny, the one who thinks that together, on a good day, his colleagues might be able to find their asses with both hands and a map. It should be interesting, to say the least.
Whether or not it will be the slightest bit productive is very much in question. Good luck, Steve.
Suddenly the huge job lot of stuff we did seems way more than we'll ever need. Oh well, it was cheap.
My designs for the program are absolutely off the chart, if I do say so myself. It looks, in my mind's eye, every bit like the professional programs that I have seen in London, just a lot smaller and with less advertising. Undoubtedly my attempts to put it down onto virtual paper will liberate a chunk of quality, the production committee another and the final print run the last of it. I wouldn't hold your breath for something worth reading this year.
With no Exalted this Saturday, I should have enough time to get into town and buy Juilin's Big Fluffy Rainbow BagTM, even though his big wooly rainbow bobble hat has proved elusive. I suppose I can't have everything, but a bobble hat would have gone down a treat for annoying the order-aligned characters. I can see Tanner enquiring as to the purpose of such festive ecoutrements, Durain tsking and rolling his eyes at the lack of discipline...and Prospera trying to throat slit the bobble so she doesn't have to look at it. Oh well - I'll just have to produce various comedy-effect props from my voluminous bag instead, if I can find any. Sock puppets, anyone?
This evening sees our trying to prove Springs is a worthwhile Shadowrunner, with the help of Benedict, the one she almost got shot in the face by over the last time she was involved in a run, and Tiny, the one who thinks that together, on a good day, his colleagues might be able to find their asses with both hands and a map. It should be interesting, to say the least.
Whether or not it will be the slightest bit productive is very much in question. Good luck, Steve.
