My OperaPOSTMODERNISM IS NOT A PACKET OF TIM TAMS....
Friday, September 17, 2010 9:49:42 AM
RIGHT...dudes, dudettes, nubbins, geeks and all other fabulous creatures. TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT..I finally finished our set literature text. It's not the text itself that drove me nuts, it's absolutely divinely written full of quips and eloquent imagery, it's the concept of analysing it in a modernist/postmodernist context..like...WHUT THE FRACK >.<
Labelling literary periods is silly. It's all in the eye of the reader anywho, completely subjective, so why do we need to prove someone ELSE'S theory? *SIGH* Ah well, we do what we must to get ahead in the world....
In other news...some terribly TERRIBLY exmiting stuff going on but it's all confidential for now, so just sit tight and try not to pee your undies }8D
AND IN OTHER OTHER NEWS...omgawd we had the most ...eventful rehearsal at the Opera House last night BAAAHAHA. Macbeth (a two-person cast, including yours truly) was half-casted last night, and the wonderful James stepped in with aplomb as Macbeth
. All my planning for the sleepwalking scene went down awesomely, and I came away feeling suitably schizophrenic SQUEEEEEE! It's a starting point, at least the progress bar is loading...
We then embarked on ad-libbing for the marketplace in Comedy Of Errors. Director cracked it at a few peeps who were standing around stodgily. Vicky and I teamed up and, basically, went fundamentally FUN AND MENTAL xD Firstly, someone was selling soup, so we requested a bowlful, Lara walked past with a 'baguette' (in the Middle-East...really?!?! But we can't be politically correct, as you're about to witness) so I pinched a bit and dunked it in my 'soup'. For some reason James decided he'd be a frog, so I fitted him with a barking collar and tried to trade him for whiskey (his only dietary requirement...and mine apparently o.O).
Vicky and I came into possession of a box of cake. It was half carrot (with lemon cream cheese icing LDFO), and half rhubarb( because of the whole theatrical rhubarb-rhubarb-rhubarb business).
This was all in the background to the true acting action btw...
So anyways after epically faceplanting our imaginary cake, we settled in a corner somewhere downstage, where I assumed the role of palm-reader, and she, the readee (Shakespeare's not the only one who can make up words }>8)). The conversation went something like this:
Me: So...yes it's very clearly written here...I see you're due to give birth in three days?
Vicky: Well yes...it's coming up very close!
Me: So have you had any ultrasounds?
Vicky: No..
Me: Well we'd better get you one now then, might be a good idea!
Vicky: RIGHT (lays down on the stage)
Me: (pushing an imaginary ultrasound pen over her tummy)..yeeees good...(pointing to imaginary screen)...It looks like a very healthy little Leprechaun...see that little almond shape? That's your baby!. See that square in the bottom left-hand corner? That's his top hat...
Vicky: OH I SEE, I SEE HIM!!
Me: Now, have you been drinking at all during your pregnancy?
Vicky: Well...seeing as I only just found out that I was pregnant (looks down at tummy...she's skinny as a mosquito that girl)...it's not showing very much!
Me: Well, he seems to be quite drunk. I strongly advise that until the birth, you don't drink any alcohol, or he may come out comatose
Vicky: BAAAHAHAHAHA (professional stage whisper of course)
Me:...and also watch out for that hole in the stage, he might fall into it...
At this point we started making pastry and croissants on the floor of the marketplace. Director got frustrated with everyone and yelled "See that?!! Champa and Vicky have been working very professionally and VERY hard this whole time, thank you!. NOW THE REST OF YOU, GET TO IT!"
At which point we collapsed in an abundance of helpless (but very professional LDFO) snorts of laughter......what he doesn't know can't hurt him....
Labelling literary periods is silly. It's all in the eye of the reader anywho, completely subjective, so why do we need to prove someone ELSE'S theory? *SIGH* Ah well, we do what we must to get ahead in the world....
In other news...some terribly TERRIBLY exmiting stuff going on but it's all confidential for now, so just sit tight and try not to pee your undies }8D
AND IN OTHER OTHER NEWS...omgawd we had the most ...eventful rehearsal at the Opera House last night BAAAHAHA. Macbeth (a two-person cast, including yours truly) was half-casted last night, and the wonderful James stepped in with aplomb as Macbeth
. All my planning for the sleepwalking scene went down awesomely, and I came away feeling suitably schizophrenic SQUEEEEEE! It's a starting point, at least the progress bar is loading...We then embarked on ad-libbing for the marketplace in Comedy Of Errors. Director cracked it at a few peeps who were standing around stodgily. Vicky and I teamed up and, basically, went fundamentally FUN AND MENTAL xD Firstly, someone was selling soup, so we requested a bowlful, Lara walked past with a 'baguette' (in the Middle-East...really?!?! But we can't be politically correct, as you're about to witness
) so I pinched a bit and dunked it in my 'soup'. For some reason James decided he'd be a frog, so I fitted him with a barking collar and tried to trade him for whiskey (his only dietary requirement...and mine apparently o.O).Vicky and I came into possession of a box of cake. It was half carrot (with lemon cream cheese icing LDFO), and half rhubarb( because of the whole theatrical rhubarb-rhubarb-rhubarb business).
This was all in the background to the true acting action btw...
So anyways after epically faceplanting our imaginary cake, we settled in a corner somewhere downstage, where I assumed the role of palm-reader, and she, the readee (Shakespeare's not the only one who can make up words }>8)). The conversation went something like this:
Me: So...yes it's very clearly written here...I see you're due to give birth in three days?
Vicky: Well yes...it's coming up very close!
Me: So have you had any ultrasounds?
Vicky: No..
Me: Well we'd better get you one now then, might be a good idea!
Vicky: RIGHT (lays down on the stage)
Me: (pushing an imaginary ultrasound pen over her tummy)..yeeees good...(pointing to imaginary screen)...It looks like a very healthy little Leprechaun...see that little almond shape? That's your baby!
. See that square in the bottom left-hand corner? That's his top hat...Vicky: OH I SEE, I SEE HIM!!
Me: Now, have you been drinking at all during your pregnancy?
Vicky: Well...seeing as I only just found out that I was pregnant (looks down at tummy...she's skinny as a mosquito that girl)...it's not showing very much!
Me: Well, he seems to be quite drunk. I strongly advise that until the birth, you don't drink any alcohol, or he may come out comatose
Vicky: BAAAHAHAHAHA (professional stage whisper of course)
Me:...and also watch out for that hole in the stage, he might fall into it...
At this point we started making pastry and croissants on the floor of the marketplace. Director got frustrated with everyone and yelled "See that?!! Champa and Vicky have been working very professionally and VERY hard this whole time, thank you!. NOW THE REST OF YOU, GET TO IT!"
At which point we collapsed in an abundance of helpless (but very professional LDFO) snorts of laughter......what he doesn't know can't hurt him....
