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The Program Has Gone To Print...
Jan. 30th, 2006 12:07 pm...after too much work, too many "little requests" and not remotely enough design-brief, the program masters have gone to the print unit and can no longer be changed.
It's out of my hands. The proof will be with me in forty-eight hours, the run by a week on Tuesday.
I feel very light and floaty, as though something heavy has just been lifted from my shoulders. All the little tweaks and additions that drew out the "I've nearly finished" stage into something like two weeks of faffing is finally over and I get to relax and concentrate on...the other mountains of crap surrounding me.
Yesterday, it was revealed that the dresses our wardrobe mistress had made from scratch for the girls to wear for Big Spender left them feeling decidedly unsexy, and were not what the choreographer was expecting. In a set of discussions culminating in a member of the production committee once again displaying a level of professionalism commonly found in steaming turd, Kim walked out of her position just over a week before openeing night, leaving the work she was doing to everyone else to complete.
While I feel a kindred spirit has flared into existence here, I am decidedly unimpressed with her decision to leave the production in the lurch like that - finish the job and then complain, you village-green git. That said, I'm not sure whether I think she is more stupid for walking out, or whether the committee is to blame for not giving her a design brief that had been agreed upon by everyone first. So what else is new...
Helen's wonderfully egotistical quote, "the cast have no input - they wear what we give them" (said in a manner somewhere between a little-girl strop and a schoolmistress being talked back to) is fine in a professional production - the cast are being paid and so are obliged to do as they are told. As the committee keeps forgetting at times convenient to them, however, we are an amateur society, with members ranging from the 'so keen, will turn up whenever, wherever, and will wear whatever' joy to work with, to the 'just want to have a laugh and aren't interested in putting myself out' waste of time and effort. Assuming you have all of one or the other is a sure-fire way to alienate half of your demographics. The production committee don't realise this, and I have lost all interest in helping them out by telling them. Just fourteen more days...
The presentation for Dow's visit on Friday is forming itself in my head, though I need to find out how much Keiran actually wants. He mentioned a full slide show job with all the bells and whistles. I can do that, but I really would appreciate several nights in order to produce it rather than his walking in on Thursday after being equivocal all week and saying, "we want you to present the way you would to a conference. Tomorrow morning at nine alright?"
I have neither the time nor ability to do something like that, so in between trying to carry on work as normal while rehearsing on an ostensibly full-time basis, I need to go and try to extract a decision out of my supervisor. Any ideas on making stones bleed, anyone?
Dave's second Narnia larp involved as many good moshes as the first, at least it did once I got there. We hurt the party no end, and got very close to killing everyone, indeed in the final fight it appeared that all but three of party were either dropped or paralysed. In a good example of how fights should progress, however, none of the party actually died, the evil nasties got done over, good (well, the Barony) prevailed and everyone went home to for cakes and tea to celebrate a good, successful mission (Attn: RRL). The Crown seems to have taken to our turning up and buying both beer and food really very well - the tablecloths have gone, they take slightly less care (time) over the food but it's still fine and there are no strange stares from the regular patrons. I think we've found a new local.
Right. Back to rehearsing at two, looking to get away in time to shop for food at a reasonable hour before I collapse...and possibly start the presentation.
It's out of my hands. The proof will be with me in forty-eight hours, the run by a week on Tuesday.
I feel very light and floaty, as though something heavy has just been lifted from my shoulders. All the little tweaks and additions that drew out the "I've nearly finished" stage into something like two weeks of faffing is finally over and I get to relax and concentrate on...the other mountains of crap surrounding me.
Yesterday, it was revealed that the dresses our wardrobe mistress had made from scratch for the girls to wear for Big Spender left them feeling decidedly unsexy, and were not what the choreographer was expecting. In a set of discussions culminating in a member of the production committee once again displaying a level of professionalism commonly found in steaming turd, Kim walked out of her position just over a week before openeing night, leaving the work she was doing to everyone else to complete.
While I feel a kindred spirit has flared into existence here, I am decidedly unimpressed with her decision to leave the production in the lurch like that - finish the job and then complain, you village-green git. That said, I'm not sure whether I think she is more stupid for walking out, or whether the committee is to blame for not giving her a design brief that had been agreed upon by everyone first. So what else is new...
Helen's wonderfully egotistical quote, "the cast have no input - they wear what we give them" (said in a manner somewhere between a little-girl strop and a schoolmistress being talked back to) is fine in a professional production - the cast are being paid and so are obliged to do as they are told. As the committee keeps forgetting at times convenient to them, however, we are an amateur society, with members ranging from the 'so keen, will turn up whenever, wherever, and will wear whatever' joy to work with, to the 'just want to have a laugh and aren't interested in putting myself out' waste of time and effort. Assuming you have all of one or the other is a sure-fire way to alienate half of your demographics. The production committee don't realise this, and I have lost all interest in helping them out by telling them. Just fourteen more days...
The presentation for Dow's visit on Friday is forming itself in my head, though I need to find out how much Keiran actually wants. He mentioned a full slide show job with all the bells and whistles. I can do that, but I really would appreciate several nights in order to produce it rather than his walking in on Thursday after being equivocal all week and saying, "we want you to present the way you would to a conference. Tomorrow morning at nine alright?"
I have neither the time nor ability to do something like that, so in between trying to carry on work as normal while rehearsing on an ostensibly full-time basis, I need to go and try to extract a decision out of my supervisor. Any ideas on making stones bleed, anyone?
Dave's second Narnia larp involved as many good moshes as the first, at least it did once I got there. We hurt the party no end, and got very close to killing everyone, indeed in the final fight it appeared that all but three of party were either dropped or paralysed. In a good example of how fights should progress, however, none of the party actually died, the evil nasties got done over, good (well, the Barony) prevailed and everyone went home to for cakes and tea to celebrate a good, successful mission (Attn: RRL). The Crown seems to have taken to our turning up and buying both beer and food really very well - the tablecloths have gone, they take slightly less care (time) over the food but it's still fine and there are no strange stares from the regular patrons. I think we've found a new local.
Right. Back to rehearsing at two, looking to get away in time to shop for food at a reasonable hour before I collapse...and possibly start the presentation.
