The Good News: I'm stage managing and assistant directing an awesome production of Bootleg Hamlet using the text from the 1603 "Bad" Quarto, which I'm sure the Shakespeare geeks on my flist will be entertained/excited to know about. The entire cast is doubled, so even our Hamlet also plays the First Sentinel, and in my favorite bit of doubling, ( Read more... )

I have gotten about 5 hours of good sleep in the last two nights, so I'm a little loopy at the moment and keeping myself awake by making along overdue catchup post. Yay.

So, after a two week hiatus, we have resumed rehearsals for the show I'm stage managing summer. It's called Jump: A Love Story, and it is a creepy-as-hell stream-of- ( Read more... )

So in addition to the week being out to get me in general, today Laura and I went to the most emotionally traumatizing graduation planning meeting in the history of ever and I've kinda spent the rest of the day alternating between righteous fury that makes me want to just get this damn thing done and just wanting to cry because it's not my personal ( Read more... )

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First rehearsal. No one died, no one yelled at me, and I don't feel entirely stupid for asking stupid questions. My one ASM, Kit, is great, and I'm sure my second ASM will be too when she joins us ( Read more... )

Preview went really well. The rest of my day was shitty enough for me to actually use a swear word to describe it (which considering that I don't swear should tell you how bad it was), but I don't really want to think about that anymore, because I need to just go to sleep. Maybe I'll post about it tomorrow to get it out of my system ( Read more... )

So, apparently a guy who used to work for my dad has been doing this part-time writing gig. Nothing fancy, mostly taking corporate mumbo-jumbo and cohering it. However, the other two guys who were working with him are both no longer, so he was looking for others who might be interested. He thought of me, and mentioned it to my dad, and my dad ( Read more... )

I have come to the conclusion that I am so incredibly emotionally masochistic that it's not even funny. Oh, talking to that person or participating in that activity is going to keep you up all night thinking about what a worthless person you are and hating your lack of doing anything with your life? Perfect! Let's do it! *headdesk* This is why ( Read more... )

First off-book rehearsal last night. Yes, it is true: I do have the most goshawful bloody chunk in the whole play. It's a long string of nonsense numbers and stock market terms, doesn't advance the plot, and nobody cares. On the other and, if I manage to deliver it rght, it will be really funny.

Also, I get to wear my Urinetown dress again to ( Read more... )