And Then I Immolated The Stage...
Nov. 18th, 2005 12:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...and won the competition to boot.
The Vaexarius redux that happened last night didn't quite manage what I wanted, but it got the job done very, very handily indeed. The blacked-out eye sockets make the face as malevolent as fuck, and I scared the hell out of the judges when I got in their faces during the quiet section. I consider this a good thing.
The judges decisions (marks out of 10):
Voice (Technical merit and volume): 8 8 8
Performance (Audience Clapometer): 8 9 9
Style (Artistic Impression): 9 10 10
Total: 79
This is the highest points total of the three heats so far, and puts me into the semi-finals on either the first or the eighth. Now all I have to worry about is how to top it - the guy who came in second just stood there and sang, brilliantly, and I had to get dressed up and behave like a freak to beat him. Oh well - Daenaram gets an airing as I sing Everything I Do by Bryan Adams. I'll get style marks, though performance will be a little difficult to make sensational, and I'll have to rely on something like eights for my voice again. Looking at trying to score more than seventy, which might well get me through - have to wait and see.
We now have both a functioning television and washing machine. The pump had gone on the washer, and was fixed on-site. The TV turned up yesterday, courtesy of Roy's son getting a good deal at Curry's where he works - and isn't just a normal TV. Twenty-eight inch widescreen, NICAM, SCART, the works - and it's own stand. Nice picture quality as well.
In the latest heap of steaming dung the BUSMS committee have thrown onto me, I have now been supplanted of my responsibility to produce a promotional image for the show. Going to see the ICIA's publicity secretary to discuss coming up with something different to what was summarily refused last time, I was told that Emma already had it in hand, and I should liaise with her. Fan-fucking-tastic - I am made to look both incompetent and uninformed in front of someone pretty high up who doesn't even know me. This lot really are trying to make the powers that be in this university think I'm an idiot.
Let them. I can perform better than they can (o-fucking-fficial).
The Vaexarius redux that happened last night didn't quite manage what I wanted, but it got the job done very, very handily indeed. The blacked-out eye sockets make the face as malevolent as fuck, and I scared the hell out of the judges when I got in their faces during the quiet section. I consider this a good thing.
The judges decisions (marks out of 10):
Voice (Technical merit and volume): 8 8 8
Performance (Audience Clapometer): 8 9 9
Style (Artistic Impression): 9 10 10
Total: 79
This is the highest points total of the three heats so far, and puts me into the semi-finals on either the first or the eighth. Now all I have to worry about is how to top it - the guy who came in second just stood there and sang, brilliantly, and I had to get dressed up and behave like a freak to beat him. Oh well - Daenaram gets an airing as I sing Everything I Do by Bryan Adams. I'll get style marks, though performance will be a little difficult to make sensational, and I'll have to rely on something like eights for my voice again. Looking at trying to score more than seventy, which might well get me through - have to wait and see.
We now have both a functioning television and washing machine. The pump had gone on the washer, and was fixed on-site. The TV turned up yesterday, courtesy of Roy's son getting a good deal at Curry's where he works - and isn't just a normal TV. Twenty-eight inch widescreen, NICAM, SCART, the works - and it's own stand. Nice picture quality as well.
In the latest heap of steaming dung the BUSMS committee have thrown onto me, I have now been supplanted of my responsibility to produce a promotional image for the show. Going to see the ICIA's publicity secretary to discuss coming up with something different to what was summarily refused last time, I was told that Emma already had it in hand, and I should liaise with her. Fan-fucking-tastic - I am made to look both incompetent and uninformed in front of someone pretty high up who doesn't even know me. This lot really are trying to make the powers that be in this university think I'm an idiot.
Let them. I can perform better than they can (o-fucking-fficial).
