2006-01-24

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2006-01-24 02:20 pm

For The Sake Of Completeness...

...and in addition to a regular update, behold the answers no-one got to the two memes:

Song Lines:

5) I don't find myself bouncing along whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry.
- Annie Lennox - No More I Love Yous
6) What do you do when you're falling, you've got thirty degrees and you're stalling out?
- Mike Oldfield - Five Miles Out
9) Should have listened when you said I'd miss you.
- Meatloaf - You're Right, I Was Wrong


Character Themes:

4) You've done it now, you've gone and made a big mistake.
- Jim Johnson - You're Gonna Pay, theme song of Trillian Mistwalker, a revenant, LT

8) It ain't easy livin' free, season ticket on a one way ride.
- ACDC - Highway To Hell, theme song of Vaexarius Firestorm, a mage, TL

9) My Shangri-La, I can't forget.
- Gerard McMann - Cry Little Sister, theme song of Mindstalker, a walking nightmare, LT

10) Lived and learned from fools and from sages.
- Fisher - Dream On (Covering Aerosmith), theme song of Delann, a thief of the Night Caste, Exalted.

11) The one full of promise, and the one I knew would hurt.
- Kristian Leontiou - Story Of My Life, theme song of Rhinyn Morridar, a scout, LT


With that out of the way, the following few weeks will be really quite busy.

Today, I talk with both the supervisor and the internal asessor about what I'm doing with the next few months (I'm actually quite pleased with how much I have done already and what it suggests for the future), on Thursday there is a talk about conferences (still looking at Cape Town), and it all leads to the 3rd of February when Dow Corning come to inspect what I've done and schedule the final part of the project - it's a testament to my burgeoning powers of ignoring problems that I'm quite looking forward to their coming. In the middle of all that, I have to proof-read the program and give it to the Print Unit, now charging what I think is a reasonable price after the Great £201 Estimate Scare of 2006.

On Saturday the ISB begins, otherwise known as nine days of non-stop rehearsing (with the brief break for the DC visit), stressing as people realise they haven't learned their lines, finding out that due to not having a backstage representative (through a combination of both BUSMS and BTS being stubborn fucks and not coming to a mutually beneficial arrangement), the staging doesn't match the director's lack of ideas, and generally driving me closer to the edge than any number of problems in the labs ever could.

Then comes show week - don't even get me started. While I'm out there performing, those few sweet hours will be the blessed release I have been craving for the last three months, but for the first time I genuinely don't think they're going to make up for the nightmare that putting this show together has been. It's still definitely my dream career exit, but only if professional theatre pulls a good deal more of its finger out on a regular basis than this lot. I hope and fully expect them to do so.

After that, and the evening I hand Stu my resignation and tell him and the society to go fuck themselves with a snow-shovel, I can return to normalcy and fun - work, larps, GASP, possibly The Tempest, roleplay...the future is looking bright, as long as I don't kill someone before February the twelfth.

19 Days To Go...