It's Ten To Three...

...and I have all but finished the centerfold.

The nine pictures, arranged symmetrically on the background photo that never quite was a poster, and all the cast names in big, bold text and pleasantly readable sizing.

It's a damned work of art.

Will they accept it without changing? Probably not.

Will I show it to them and give them the chance?

Will I my soon-to-be-asleep @SS.

I Overslept...

...but then that probably shouldn't surprise people.

The program is taking shape. Now the only bit I am missing is the concept board stuff that everyone else said they would be interested in giving me. My being slow to get going on the designs has shown itself to be absolutly nothing when compared to the slackness of other people. I feel redeemed.

The new build pictures look great, if slightly like a modern church. The building will cover the entire (small) area that isn't part of the STV and have everything we need. I wish good luck to the many professional performers that will usurp the theatre from the students, and advertise it as dark in the times when student productions are on.

A weekend of roleplay beckons - with mixed fortunes.

Tonight, after finishing a chicken madras (subject to change depending on eater's mood) which quite literally has my name on it, even though it hasn't been prepared yet, Tim is running shadowrun for myself, Jon and Elizabeth. I'm hoping he won't use Trix as the fixer because Benedict will walk out and Tiny will be left with Springs to do the job himself - little and large doesnt particularly appeal to me, in the same way that two-person jobs also don't. I'd take bets on Tiny losing his assault cannon and/or the party picking up a hefty fine for some reason or other because we got paid last week, but that would be cynical.

Saturday sees Exalted pick up where it left off before Christmas, and having just looted the gear from the camp we didn't so much sneak as put on our shoulders and walk away with, the party is set to meet Talia again and discuss our next act of being nasty bastards to the Dragonblooded. Jon has neatly demonstrated how his character doesn't care two hoots for his colleagues - by being the only one who can tell what the loot does and misinforming us so he could keep the piece he wanted. The worst part is that no-one else has any good reason why they would realise until it is much, much too late that those boots aren't entirely made for walking.

Sunday I am (hopefully) bringing Juilin out in his bad weather gear, complete with hat, gloves, and shades on standby, but an unfortunate lack of sock puppets - just haven't had the time to produce them. Hopefully his bag will still be in the shop I last saw it at, and I can turn up the game with better one than Elizabeth's canvas bag that, while functional, is hardly rainbow-coloured.

During all this, I am supposed to get the program finished by Sunday evening. Let's face it - my deadline isn't going to be reached.

I won't tell the committee if you won't.