pocketmouse: (fuckery)
The internet, I am so tired. I have been sleeping like crap lately. I don't know if it's the changing weather or my terrible schedule or both or something else entirely. It's not helped by the fact that caffeine does terrible things to me and doesn't help at all, and I always regret it when I try it. You can tell I'm tired today because I just spelled someone's name as 'Stefanons' in this form.

Also I am kind of cranky because I met up with a good friend from college who's been out of the country for a couple years. He was in the theatre tech program with me, and I think it was always more of an amusement/hobby for him than a thing he was interested in doing as a career (like many people in the theatre program), because other than an internship during college, he's not pursued doing it professionally as far as I can tell. He kept his hand in doing some community-esque stuff while he was abroad, and entertained me with some horror stories, but that's about it. Anyway, I caught him up on what I was doing, and I forget what exactly he said, because he didn't say it in any sort of negative manner, and I can't even tell if there was surprise to it or if he was just going for confirmation, but the way he reacted to me saying that up 'til last month I was still doing the same job I'd had when I'd seen him three or four years ago -- I mean, that shouldn't be a surprise thing. Sometimes I really feel like I was the only one there who was doing a theatre degree in order to do theatre professionally. And I know that's not true; a quick look on Facebook will assure that, but when I get reactions like that it's frustrating -- I didn't get a degree for fun, I got it because it was useful and something I want to spend the rest of my life doing. And if I don't, it's because I found something I enjoy even more. If I was just doing it for fun I wouldn't have put so much work in that I nearly burned myself out before I even graduated. Come on!

Arrr. Anyway.

Also I spent way too much time thinking about setting up a poly holiday-season gift exchange. Yes, there's 3 Ships (if that's happening? zvi's been very quiet this year and I don't have an inside track any more), but that's primarily threesomes with bonus extra people as a new thing last year, and b. fic only. I'd like to do something more open to art and podficcing and vidding as well as fic. Would anyone be interested in doing something like that? Or do we have enough separate challenges that cover the different various aspects? Feel free to spread the word. People who've run challenges, can the AO3 handle shit like 'yes I would like a vid or a fic' or do they have no way to handle that yet?

In other news, I still can't finish any of my damn fics. Comment if you want any headcanons, though (be as specific as you want).
pocketmouse: (angry)
I have now officially quit the children's theatre. Well, quit in that we have agreed that I will not be signing on for the next season. Unsurprisingly more money wasn't going to happen, so I didn't have to go into how much I hate everything associated with that theatre. Surprisingly (or maybe not) the production manager didn't think there were communication or scheduling issues. Considering they were with her....

Whatever. I'm done, and I didn't kill anyone, so it's all good.
pocketmouse: (fraser_eartug)
Ugh, internet, I have been meaning to post for over a week and just not getting around to it. It's my first day off of the year -- I had more days off last year than I thought, and I'm pretty sure than the previous year, though I can't find the post to compare, but they've all been in blocks so it's been a while since my last one off, and I've been running a show since Christmas, so it's been a lot of days with doubles.

So let's see, let's start with the best bit -- who's got two thumbs and got to be within 50 feet of the President without getting tackled by the Secret Service? Well, a lot of people did, actually, but what I mean to say is that I got to work one of the Inauguration Balls. We had to get in at noon to get in before security closed down the one checkpoint, and we couldn't leave until 1 AM, for largely the same reason, and all told we only did an hour of work that whole time. Considering it was a federal holiday (or two) and the last two hours were on meal penalty, I really can't wait to see that paycheck. It's all going towards student loans, baby. Mr. President, thank you for stimulating my economy. (It was really funny -- everyone was just lounging around on the steps since we had nothing to do, and then when they played HttC, everyone kind of scrambled for the stage ramp to watch Obama. I'm sure if you were in the audience, you could suddenly see all these hands come up over the backstage curtain with cameraphones. When Biden came by about an hour later, a couple people wandered up, but almost immediately wandered away again. Watching the Obamas dance was pretty cute though, and when they danced with the wee baby service members. Fandom has ruined me, though, as I kept expecting them to swap again and dance with the same gender.)

Hmm, what else? I also worked the Lynyrd Skynyrd concert, which mainly meant getting to hear Free Bird from directly offstage, and see a bunch of morons in tuxedos really excitedly rock out. One looked like a trashy more Italian Tony Stark, which I found amusing. I finished the god damn one-man history show without killing the stage manager, who was incapable of using a headset without me wanting to kill her. I survived another load-in at the children's theatre without me killing anyone there, either. And I think the new TD survived it too. And we are definitely getting our money's worth out of the LED tape. Maybe too much. I'm having too much fun playing with it instead of working.

I'm apparently working too much at the library the next few months, because of scheduling stuff, so I had to cut down a couple days and I'm either going to be coming in late or leaving early or just taking longer lunches. Not sure which, yet, though I should choose fast. And my boss confirmed the whole 'just do whatever with your schedule, you know how to prioritize' thing, which is always nice to hear. Still haven't looked any harder at grad school, though. Haven't had anywhere near the time.

Oh, what else? I read the first Honor Harrington book; it seemed okay, but who puts something as awesome as a treecat over the mantle and doesn't fire it?

Also, I'm reorganizing my bookshelves, since I really need to spread my academic texts out into two, so I'm reclassing everything into Library of Congress in my cataloging app. It's not really supposed to be a cataloging app, so it's kind of not the best. Anyone have any recs for personal cataloging book software stuff for macs?
pocketmouse: Arthur Darvill, white tones in clothing (darvill)
So the moral of Doctor Faustus is apparently that it's totally worth your eternal soul for 24 years of blowjobs from Arthur Darvill.

That's what I got out of that.

And, uh, possibly threesomes with a gay guy and his pregnant wife. What kink bingo square is it when he pulls a bunch of grapes out of your hoo-ha when you come?

There was a sadly small number of people in the audience -- I think maybe about ten people? More showed up after the lights went out, so it was hard to tell. But [personal profile] ellen_fremedon and [personal profile] neotoma were there. As were... two older people, whom none of us knew but felt perfectly happy striking up a conversation with me, and then the two of them. It was kind of strange, and I don't think they understood the whole point of directing a stage play rather than adhering religiously to the text, but whatever.

The important part is totally that Arthur Darvill is hot like burning, and the absolute master of deadpan sarcasm and polite hatred. It weirded me out at first, but on reflection, I like the fact that a lot of the time when he didn't have a direct role he was distancing himself from everyone, oftentimes not even looking at them. It made him seem even less human.

Also, since I noted it on twitter, the guy who played Faustus looked a damn lot like one of the lighting designers in town, and Dick, one of the minor characters from the groundling plot, had the exact same haircut as my mom, which was ...unfortunate.

I just really appreciate everything the Globe does, though. I don't even mind that they don't do lighting, because it lets you concentrate more on the acting. They basically only do effects and stuff that could have been done at the time, and costuming isn't quite that limited, but it's close, and same with the sound. So of course lighting isn't more than a par wash to keep the stage illuminated. It helps you not only realize how much these plays still work for a modern audience, in how little needs to be adjusted, but to see how much like today's theatre it was back then.

And always, always be a groundling.
pocketmouse: Geoffrey Tennant ignoring Oliver: genius at work (genius)
Oh my god, what the hell was this week.

Holy crap, theatre )

So that was all terribly exciting. And horribly draining, let me tell you. Lots of 12+ hour work days, let alone day-days. I still haven't watched Saturday's Doctor Who. I basically haven't done anything but eat, nap, and go to work. I had Monday off, but what with all the excitement on Tuesday and Wednesday, plus the late nights, it's pretty much been canceled out.

And it's -- you know, I have a blast when I'm there, I'm doing what I love, but I'd also love to be fucking compensated for working an additional 50+ hours. I'm on a flat fee, and I'm an independent contractor, and it's theatre, in a nowhere near fucking union house, so I know my chances of anything are nothing and nowhere near ever happening, and I did it for the reason I always do stupid shit like this, which is that I want the show to be good, but I turned down an IA gig last Friday and I didn't call in this week and I don't want to give the impression I can be walked all over. I don't want to stay at this theatre forever, I know that. But I don't want to leave it until I have something I can replace it with. And I still don't think I want to be a librarian.

So I'm chasing my tail in circles again.
pocketmouse: (panties)
I -- right, I'm not sure what I just saw. Well, I know what I just saw, it was a acid-tripping, pornographic puppet drag show. I just... I'm going to pull out the excuse last time I ended up in a situation like this, and say I was expecting a plot?

(Clue: I was seeing this.)

Um... let's just try for a critical review:

-Well, like I said, I was expecting a plot and there wasn't really one. It was a collection of scenes that kind of linked together into two sections, on the barest of threads. I think you could have actually gotten more of an actual story if you'd reversed most of it, and had the New York half first, and the acid trip half second.

-I'm not sure what I thought about a lot of the music choices. This faded after a while, but the first couple songs were intentionally tinny/old-fashioned, but the record-crackle was painful. Also, when we got to the acid trip and they started playing the Beatles I just sighed, but it actually was a segue/mix of several Beatles songs, which was actually okay.

-The random-ass exoticism here and again was not.

-I liked that the fact that the star was a drag queen was totally beside the point.

-But I was confused by how much it was billed as being really sexy, and then mostly had sex things thrown in when they remembered to. Kind of confusing.

-The puppets were either meh or really great. Very little in-between. Though the Twist band puppets' presence felt kind of forced. But the puppeteers did an amazing job.

-The projections were great, and they made great use of multiple layers of scrim fabrics to get different layers of projections.

-...is there that much bounce backstage or are the backstage blues that bright at Woolly? If I looked up I could see bounce on the ceiling over the proscenium, since it's not really closed off. Also I could see up to the curtain track during the Eden scene, but it's kind of hard to put a border on that position, I suppose.

A list of the kinks this play touched on. Heavily or lightly. )

That's, like, two blackouts. Can I get two blackouts for this post?

Ow.

Jan. 4th, 2012 12:52 am
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
Ow, ow. Everything hurts. Ow.


Loong two days -- two two-person strikes. Today's was supposed to have four people.

Oh yeah.

Dec. 5th, 2011 05:52 pm
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
I forgot -- Saturday night I dreamed that I was running light board for a show, and the board broke mid-show. It was a 90-minute show like this one, with no blackouts, and you can't restart a board without a blackout. The stage manager -- played by Matt Bomer! -- had no idea what to do, but there was a deckhand who went out onstage and announced that we had to hold for tech things. I tell you this because when I got in on Sunday and turned the board on, it sounded like an unhappy biplane. And then I touched the DMX cable coming out the back and all the lights started flashing. So we replaced the board.

At no point did Matt Bomer show up, though.
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
So I'm in tech this week. It was supposed to be an easy tech; it's a remount/touring show, so the whole thing was already supposed to be built, we would just load it into the board and go. Except it turns out the LD turned the plot in two weeks late, focus took 16 hours, and he never provided a show file. So we built all the cues from scratch. And then I think we rewrote most, if not all of them, over the course of tech. Some before we even saw the ones we'd built without the actress doing the scenes. We started Monday. We have an audience tonight. Normally you get a week, week and a half before audience. Because normally you know you're building the entire show from scratch.

So that's been fun. Yesterday I was called in an hour early to do cuing notes, and today I actually voluntarily came in at 8 AM instead of what was probably going to be 12:30, to help with work notes, since the ME went back to Philly to officially move all his crap from there to here.

Everyone is really vocal about how appreciative they are of my help, though, and how awesome they think I am at my job. I only wish this was my job all the time. The PM wanted me to apply for the ME job when it came up a few months ago, but the problem is that it's also Sound Engineer, and I don't know nearly enough about sound to be good at that, and also you need a driver's license. If it was just the second one I'm sure they could have worked around it while I got a license, but the sound thing is an issue. I'd love to know more, but I don't. If they ever split the position, though... But they won't. Anyway, I guess it's nice to know that other people know I'm good at my job. And if I do ever get a job somewhere, they'll totally give a great recommendation.

Unfortunately, there are a lot of cues in this show, so I don't know if I'll be able to write during it, even on the iPod. I mean, it also doesn't help that there's no real booth, just a blocked-off section in the back of the risers that make up the house. Ugggh. Hopefully I can spend the time after I get here and eat dinner writing. Because I was counting on that time to write my 3_ships fic. Also hopefully the library shouldn't be too busy -- it really shouldn't, and I'm working three days each week, so I'll totally run out of stuff to do by day two, if not earlier. Bleah.

I shouldn't be complaining, though. I have Mondays off every week. That's more than I can say of the last couple months, where I tended to have every other week, one day off. Can I have a full-time theatre job now? Maybe if I applied for jobs in Chicago I could get away with still not driving. But I do like DC. But argh.

Anyway. Oh -- also, yesterday on my 30-minute lunch break, the Human Rights Campaign people were out, and I ended up signing up. I actually walked past them, then I remembered [personal profile] fairestcat's post the previous day, and went 'fuck it.' So. Now I have stickers.

Hmmmm.

Oct. 20th, 2011 01:49 pm
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
So tickets are up online for Private Lives. And I'm kind of highly tempted to go see it. I know, I hate New York, the city makes me want to stab things. But Paul Gross! I could possibly talk myself into it.

The cheapest tickets are 46.50 for the Wednesday matinee. The next cheapest is 66.50. Now, if you get a group together, which is 10 or more people, you can the Wednesday mat for 39.00 instead, or the other shows for 46.50.

Is anyone interested in going as a group? The play's showing through the first week of February. I say this because the best time in my schedule is probably January, especially if we were aiming for a Wednesday show. I could do either Jan 11 or 18, since I have the Tuesday before free already, and the Thursday after is just library, which I could move, since I haven't given them my schedule yet.

I'm surprised by how tempted I am towards going. But I figure this is the furthest south Paul's ever going to travel to do a show, so. If no one/not enough people are interested in going, I might just go on my own. Maybe ask for it as an early Christmas present and sit a little closer than the back of the mezz. I should also call and ask if they do industry discounts. Or is that better if you just show up? It's not like they publish house counts, I don't know how full the house would be. Then again, it's a Wednesday matinee in a 1000-seat house, who am I kidding.

Still. Anyone interested? Or pass the word along to others who might be.
pocketmouse: Chili peppers (chilis)
Crisis averted, everyone -- Harris Teeter is selling tzatziki again! They also, unlike the Safeway across the street, sell quiche. Both normal size and wee mini bite-sized ones. This pleases me.

I bought so many things. I haven't made anything, though. Didn't have time for that. My morning errand took longer than I'd hoped.

Basically, our light board at the children's theatre sort of died during tech. It stopped being able to save to internal memory, which meant we had to reload the show (from a disc drive, theatre has only recently gotten with the times) every time we turned the board on. But the company that makes the board has the best customer service ever -- not only 24/7 phone support, but they'll send you a loaner board for free so you can still run your show while your board is out getting fixed. So today we were swapping out the boards. There were still a couple weird things, since they had to give us a slightly different model, and the LD also hadn't sent me updated paperwork, so at first I thought the patch was all wrong before I got the stage manager to confirm that the cues looked right. I figured out what the problem was, but I didn't know how to fix it, so I did have to call the help line, so it only took a few minutes and we didn't have to get another different loaner board. But still. There for two and a half hours. So I just went downtown and hung out for a while, and failed to write anything.

Though I did get a little writing done during the show this evening. Roranicus Pondicus says it's time for a fight scene.
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMG.

OK, so normally when I come in to the theatre for preshow, it goes like this:
-turn board on
-press 8 keys
-check that all the lights are on
-put away ghostlight
-check strobe
-turn off all lights
-hang around for an hour
-blackout check
-open house

Today it was more like:
-turn board on
-discover it's not booting properly
-turn off and try again
-turn off and try again
-check connections
-curse the fates that means there is no Master Electrician any more
-swap boards with other booth
-try to boot from USB
-the show's not on that USB
-start looking at the patch sheet
-receive correct USB drive, load show
-check lights
-check cues
-realize 1 light and strobe light aren't working
-curse the gods that mean I don't have my theatre gear since I came from the library
-spend 10 minutes on phone with old ME, who should've been out of the country, fix strobe
-fix blown lamp in last unit
-blackout check
-open house ON TIME

*collapses*

We put the bad board where the other board we swapped out was, and couldn't get it to reproduce the error. I'm gonna come in early tomorrow and poke it with a really sharp stick.

So fucking lucky. Also, I love everyone on this crew. And theatres that have backup boards and don't erase things (though they shouldn't have taken our USB in the first place, IMO). And I love that I don't have to be anywhere until 6:30 tomorrow and can have a very large drink when I get home.
pocketmouse: Centurion Rory, looking determined (rory)
Yesterday was the day of emergency lighting. I got to Adventure in the morning and the power was out. I didn't have time in my schedule to not hang, so I spent the first hour of the day working with only my headlamp and the emergency flourescents. And no air conditioning. Ugh. The day got better; we're now well ahead of schedule, but it wasn't an auspicious start. And then at the end of the day at the other theatre, a group elsewhere in the building set off the fire alarm because they were using a fogged without reporting it. It went off about halfway through the show. There's no intermission, it's a 90-minute play. And we had to wait nearly half an hour for the alarm to get fixed. Not optimal. 

Today has been much better, which I appreciate. 

A couple nights ago, I had another Doctor Who dream. It was set in some sort of Apollo-esque spacecraft, but slightly bigger -- they were standing most of the time. And I think it might have been a hospital ship? Anyway, something was wrong with it, they didn't have enough power. Rory was in Centurion mode, and was directing the efforts to reroute power from any systems they could, and the Doctor was obeying all his instructions. They were doing things like turning off the LEDs on the button panels, and for a moment it looked like Rory was going to turn off life support to some of the not-expected-to-make-it-anyways comatose patients. And then there was a scene where they were finally attempting a landing and it was a close-up shot of Rory making an announcement to everyone over the PA telling them to prepare, except as the camera zoomed out, it was Rory standing on the hull of the ship, without a spacesuit, and he looked a little wild. On top of the whole no spacesuit (but not dead) thing. There might have been some maniacal laughter, I can't remember. Then after the landing there was a triumphal drive back to the base in a classic Cadillac convertible. Rory was sitting in the front and Amy in the back. I don't know where the Doctor was at that point. 

Basically I know too much about the space program. And all the Rory parts is me worrying about what's going to happen to Rory in the rest of the season, especially personality-wise. Oh, Rory.
pocketmouse: Amy, the Doctor and Rory in front of the TARDIS. Labeled 'OT3.' (ot3)
Well, more or less. Turns out there's no enunciator in the theatre proper, and the amps cut out when the fire alarm goes off, which thereby turns the monitors off. So if I hadn't stuck my head out the door, I wouldn't have had any idea anything was going on. Lovely. Ah well, the entire excitement was in the building linked to ours, next door. Silly fire protection system, why must you encompass multiple buildings?

There's something about this play, I dunno. I think it's the cast -- plot-wise, it's American Chekhov, like Three Sisters except they do go back to Moscow and discover it's fallen into the river. Ish. I dunno, it's got a sad you-can't-go-home-again ending. Except it never really falls into actual sadness, because the main character doesn't, and you're too busy going 'OMG adorable old lady!' to really get sad either. The actress is really amazing at bringing people along with her emotionally -- there's this one scene with one of the plot twists, and the whole audience, every night so far, has audibly gasped in surprise with her. It's amazing, and all the laughter's infectious. Adorable old lady, yay.

I tried to make me some new threesome icons from the 8 minutes of nonstop sexual innuendo that was the DW Comic Relief mini-episodes, but they're all too -- amber, I think. Stop playing with the color palette! And stop cutting away before the Doctor finishes hugging Amy and Rory in the same shot. Seriously, is it April yet? And where the hell is all my porn?????

Augh.

Mar. 15th, 2011 06:15 pm
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
I promised myself I wouldn't spend any money travelling this year, but I've realized that I may have to -- there's a play I really want to go see in Chicago in May. Tickets are $122 each way if I go through BWI. Aurgh. I'm soooo fucking tempted. I might be able to justify it to myself if I didn't have to pay for anything like hotels. Anyone up for hosting? It'd be late May, after the 23rd, in case my show at Studio extends all the way, though I doubt it will. I can't stay with the person I stayed with last time I was in Chicago, as he's living in Georgia. And sadly, if I do this, it'll probably be Chicago only, not a full Midwest tour.

Next year I can totally do more travelling -- if things keep going like they are now, in just over a year I'll have my credit card paid off, and I'll have much more flexibility in my budget. Whyyyyyy couldn't this play just be up next year? But I've no guarantee I'll ever see it again, and that would be a shame. Augh. Life, why?
pocketmouse: (worktime)
I'd been hoping to get a day off tomorrow, but that is obviously not happening. I still have six more lightboxes to make, and the house to clear out, and the board to set up for tech. And tomorrow is the last day I can make it to the theatre before tech this weekend. And frankly, I'm not even free during tech if something goes wrong and needs to get fixed. The TD will have to do it -- which is fine with me; I thought he was going to get me the lightboxes by Sunday so I could have my overhires help me with them. Considering they're just cut-down and painted planks of plywood, and not even actual boxes, it's not like it was a huge effort for him to make them.

God, I'm so tired. I've made several stupid mistakes so far this week because I just can't think 100% straight. Or I'm thinking straight, but not thinking all the way through. One of the two, I don't know.

Here, look at my schedule for the past week. It starts on last Wednesday and goes through today. After the Lady Gaga call on Thursday, I ended up taking another call downtown on Sunday, for Bon Jovi. At least that one ended at two and I didn't have to be anywhere 'til nine? I got almost five hours of sleep.

I am sleeping the fuck in tomorrow, even if I can't take the day off. I'm not getting up 'til 10:30, and I'm probably going to bed about ten minutes after I hit post on this. SO TIRED.

My next day off is now the 14th.
pocketmouse: Buddy and Carol French, bumping shoulders as they leave the police station, from the end of the movie. (wilby_walking)
And see, this is why I get all superstitious and decide there must be something, or someone up there, because here's the upswing of the roller coaster, carrying me out of that worry-spot, and through no effort on my own. Unless you call serendipity effort.

I now have no free weekends between now and, uh, May. I have three back-to-back (technically slightly overlapping) board op gigs lined up with three different theatres. My next day off is March 2, then the 14th and the 22nd, then the first three Mondays in April (4, 11, 18). Then, presuming that the last show doesn't extend, I'm free after May 7. Unless it does. Which it might, you never know.

The first show of the three I rather regret taking, as it's well underpaid, but I kind of felt sorry for them -- usually they get students, so if they're asking it means they don't have anyone. And I was desperate for cash at the time. The third show was the one I've had lined up for months, a second round at Studio -- it pays much much better, and if it does go into extension, the extension rate is pretty great. But this new one, in the middle? Pays hourly. And even if it's a low rate, hourly still adds up a lot better than a flat fee. Especially since I'll be doing some tech. Also it's the only one that'll take taxes out, so I don't have to deal with that hassle. But -- hourly. Hell, that gig alone would solve most of my money problems. *falls over flat*

I am well happy (well, mostly) to give up all my free time for the next three months just for that gig alone. And it means I'm definitely going to pry out my credit card at the Josh Ritter show on Monday. And it'll make saving for that software I need earlier, which is good, since that's been constantly preying on my mind -- though I'm still hoping to hear good things when I go to strike on Monday (not hoping hard, but a little more than initially).

Also, speaking of saving, I looked after my last automatic student loan payment went through, and with that, I actually only need to pay $99 on that last loan. With the number being down to 2 digits, I feel ridiculously better. And the savings is actually closer to $80 than the $60 I initially thought, which will make saving go a little quicker, though I still hope it won't take two years (hell, I still hope I won't have to pay for it).

And man, I'm so glad I didn't sign up to go to MJ or book a ticket to AZ, which were both things I'd initially vaguely thought about doing in those spare weeks in March/April. Man, remember the days when I got pissed off that theatre meant I couldn't go to cons? Well, it still irks me some that I'm not going to get to see anyone for months and months, not even for nano (actually, no, there might be a nano in there once or twice), but still. Not making plans has paid off in this instance.
pocketmouse: (bernard_real_dickens)
I am typing this on my iPod, and it is not much fun. It's worse than drunk typing. At least then you don't care. And presumably you can see what you're doing. Unless you have your face buried in someone's cleavage, but that's an acceptable alternative/excuse. (They accept it at the National Spelling Bee. Go try it, I'll wait here.)

Theoretically I can get my laptop back as soon as tomorrow, but with my schedule, I'm betting it'll be Friday or Saturday. I hope soon, because I need it to write my fix. I'd uploaded the two fics I'm working on to Gdocs, but it ate the shorter one, which was my [community profile] 3_ships fic, so I have to wait 'til I get my laptop back to work on that. In the meantime, I have been homusifying myself with thoughts about Lesbian!Catsuit!Zoe and Ponytail!AccidentalComicBookWriter!Rory having adventures together. I don't know. Half of the time when I think about Rory he's got the ponytail, so I kind of gave in. I suspect I have yet another DW fic with a Bowie soundtrack on my hands here.

In other news, holy CRAP it is cold as BALLS in DC this week. Apparently around 20° F post-windchill. My eyes are leaking just being outside. And it's glove weather. Glove weather is the worst time of year. I hate gloves. My hands become practically useless, and I can't even hide them in my pockets. Also I am once again without a functional hat. I got a temporary one last year but I really didn't like it, so I guess I'm on the lookout again. I detest knitted hats, and any of that type, or I'd make do with the Jayne hat my sister made me a few years ago. Maybe I'll give in and get a driving cap. That's semi- sorta what I'm after. Hmm.

But cold weather also means it's chili weather. I made some yesterday, without even being I'll first. It's milder than usual, with only 3 habaneros, 3 jalepenos, and 2 bell peppers, plus whatever spices I threw in. And it's much wetter than usual, which is odd, since I drained more of the canned stuff than I normally do. Also sweeter, and I guess the next bowl will tell me if it was just the dollop of honey I added at the end, or the jalepeno jelly I also threw in there.

Uh, the show I'm doing at Studio has opened, and it's good, though problematic in the areas you'd think for a London Soho 50's rock play compared to Tarantino. The cast is all really awesome (and quite good-looking, but only out of costume. The only pics I have are in costume and makeup, and they look, unsurprisingly, like greased-up drug addicts. It, er, reinforces why I don't like GDL but can tolerate Ianto), so it should be a good month in that sense. Though I already proved I'm crap at socializing, as I went downstairs for the opening night party, and had to turn right around again under a minute later or have a panic attack. Yeah. Lovely. But other than that, it's pretty great. Maybe 20 cues over 2.5 hours; the rest of the time I can use the Internet and watch the all-male cast get changed and walk around in their underwear.
pocketmouse: the stage manager from Slings & Arrows: Drama Queen (queen)
So, sometime between Monday and today, my schedule went from nicely full to fucking crazy. I signed on to last-minute sound board op for a production this month, and now most of my evenings and nearly all of my Fridays this month have disappeared. I knew I was going to be doing something similar when November/December rolled around, since I'm light board opping for Studio in December, with tech around Thanksgiving. But this starts tonight. As in I'm sitting behind the console listening to the actors do notes. I was going to buy groceries tonight. I doubt that's going to happen. Now I've got to figure out if I've got stuff I can pack as lunches/dinners for tomorrow and Friday. Man, I really didn't mean for this to happen. I'm not really irked at myself but I'm still rather sad to see my Fridays go.

Actually, I'm surprised I'm going to be so busy pretty much straight through 'til the New Year. October is pretty much booked through the 23rd, and November is busy from the get-go and barely lets up, and December is full of double-booked days in Dupont. January's got another focus too, so I might not get to rest much until almost February. Wow. That's a change from the last two years, where December ended up being pretty quiet. Oh well, at least I should probably be making some money. I hope.
pocketmouse: (home_space)
The problem with traveling cheaply is that it costs you out in hours. This trip took a day of travel each way. Though I could've shortened up today, if I wanted to spend $100. So instead I bought internet for $10. I'm too brain-dead to do anything besides surf the 'net, really. I tried to get some writing done, even, without the internet, and I think I only managed 200 words (if that) before going 'bzuh?' and giving up. Man, I need a real night's sleep. Vacation doesn't really give that to you, oddly enough.

USITT )

And then the rest of the time was either socializing with R, one of the guys I work with in Bethesda (I was really surprised by the fact that he kept texting me asking to hang out when he was already with a group of his friends), and [livejournal.com profile] bodlon, who willingly put up with me rambling about various theatre things, and ranting about how terrible the new Clash of the Titans was, and nearly hiding under the table when I realized that I went to school with one of the guys working at the duelling pianos bar.

Then again, he made me watch most of Hetalia, so maybe we're even. And now I need to find someone in DC who has Rock Band, because I so totally don't have the cash to buy that myself. Also, visiting [livejournal.com profile] bodlon mean adorable puppies! At least I didn't get licked in the head this time. By dogs.

Man, I need me a transporter.

ETA: Oh! And I almost forgot! Game Night for April -- who's up for the 17th? That's the best weekend for me, so I figured I'd ask now. I might even be able to host.

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