Home

feels good.


Home feels right.


Home is where I would like to stay.


It feels so good, so right and so stayable that I am loathe to saddle up my high horse with my soap box and bitch and moan my last few stories at you.


But at some point in the very near future, it will not feel so good, right or stayable and I will be right back here, catharticizing my heart out.


Until then, smoochers and squeezes.

Leavin Clevelin

Oh, yes, I am.


I still have more to bitch and moan about.  And I will.  Although it will have sadly lost its cathartic immediacy.


No one died.  No one got sick.  No one got hurt.


And the sun was out for all of 5 hours.


HOME.

Papa Can You Hear Me?

I was going to title the post "Can You Hear Me Now?" but a beloved colleague threw this one out there.


It's a better choice.


Not the best choice?  Sound dude missing 2 of 3 V.I.E.  And that means Very Important Entrances.  For 5 line scenes.  In the space of a minute and a half.


Mine of course.  And I like sound dude.


Accidents happen.  I know that.  But 66% of my entrances in a scene?  I always enter at the same time.  It's not like I'm surprising anyone.  We're in our 4th week.


Come ON!


Talk to me.  I'm fucking frustrated.


Talk to me.  But make sure your mic is on.

Today

is the final brat mat for the dog and pony show.


A day that start with a half hour of 10 am and a curtain down of 10 pm is too long a day, dagnatbit.


IT'S THE LAST ONE!!!

Sanity Break

Home for the 9th hour out of 30 and I already feel like a new person...or at least the old me.


This is good.


Wasn't easy getting here.  More on the madness tomorrow.

Letter to My Agent

dear di-

 

i'm so glad you got to see me...

a) change my colleague's shoes.

2) move sets

c) not only light a scene but FIX a major lighting instrument.

4) do foley (i'm awfully proud of the baby burp)

e.2) change wigs more often than a drag queen.

lah de dah.  it was great to see you. sorry i was in such a weird mood at dinner.  a potent concoction of  pms, having little pride in myself and the show and being exhausted by the lack of sun and constant weather assault.

but it was great seeing you and i appreciate you dragging your skinny ass to the bowels of the earth.

hope you had a safe flight back.

tons,

me

Back to Square

One Preview.


That's what last night felt like...a first preview in a new city.  


Stage unpainted - one actor (titular character) down due to the slip and slide.  She'd been begging five days for the floor to be stickied.  Seemed the crew couldn't get to it because they were behind on the set for the show that isn't opening for four weeks. Once they were knees, now they're garbage.


Screens and flies not where they belonged (causing actor scramble) because


I think the fly guy was on the 2nd story rail where the work light was left on...killing every black out in the show.


Prop flowers falling apart, prompting me to sing "Mama had a baby and its head popped off"...in my head.  Too professional to sing it out loud.  For the paying public, all I did was corpse.


Dressers not where they needed to be for quick changes.


Fascinating.


One of the spot ops commented to a colleague, "You know...Tom Hanks said that's why he prefers theater to film...'cause anything can happen.  Tom Hanks!"


Yes.  But he didn't say everything would happen.


Yes.  And I'm sure he never worked at this gymnatorium.