Renfaire rehearsals and assorted imagery.

[eriksonfifth]

So this weekend was the first weekend of faire rehearsals, and I am BEAT. Today, a lot of the focus was on physicality, and I, being an idiot, pulled something in my neck while overzealously trying to "lead with my nose," as directed by Ryan Gilotti, or however you spell that loveable Italian bastard's last name. I slipped into some kinda weasely reporter stance and all the thrusting around of my head in search of information did something horrible. Other than that, I sustained surprisingly little injury for someone of my physical condition, which is, to put it mildly, kinda crappy.

Highlights:

• I got to reincorporate a joke from yesterday: Jimmy Flatnose, an unfortunate fictional mafioso who seems to be constantly dying. He was part of my Yes And (*sigh* yeah, we played that on the first weekend, and I wanted to die).
  
• During a round of Yes And, CJ was given the line "Here in Fairyland, we believe the hokey-pokey really IS what it's all about!" Her response? To lift up an imaginary joint and exclaim "Damn! This is some good shit!"
  
• Having the satisfaction of not being moved to revulsion by the appearance of someone I am not entirely fond of. I progress daily towards aloofness.
  
• Finding out that I, as Lauren Jitis, town crier, am one of the highest-ranking peasants. Yes, I am pleased. Mo, Courtney, Lance, and Kelly were all above me--but suck it, you guys, cos last year I was in the bottom three! Go town criers, man.
  
• Almost-negating Mo, but turning it around at the last minute and finding out that that is, indeed, acceptable. Specifically, during Yes And, she was a police officer who approached me for loitering. I responded that I was NOT loitering (*gasp!* did she just NEG?)... I was waiting for a drug deal. (HAR.) Thank you Mo for coming up with that line and being so comfortable with my answer. XD
  

All in all, a successful faire day. I can't seem to establish a decent center/lead though. I think my shoulders, with the implication of my lungs. I'll have to mull it over. I do know that when we weren't moving, and simply struck poses, my center was most definitely my shoulders/mouth. I have a hard time explaining how it was both, but it was.

I can't believe there's only six more practices until faire. That kinda makes me wanna hurl outta nervousness and glee. I think I'm going to enjoy this year even more than last year.

I know I'm a loser/dork/whatever you call people who work Renaissance Festivals. And I don't care, so screwwww you.

I also have my first sunburn of the faire season. Hah.

Following are some pictures taken several days ago with Mr. Netherton's digital camera. Most are from a YAWS meeting, there are some others. Also following is a bad doodle of Canden, one of my characters, and a scan of my sketchbook which has been totally covered in doodles.




Me about to make a fist. That coat is about three sizes too big and makes me look even more whalish than I am, but damnit, I love it.



Mmmm, coat. I am, by the way, one of the three officers of the Riverdale chapter of the Young Artists and Writer's Society, and that's what's going on in these pictures. I am presiding over the meeting in what we refer to as the Don chair, since... it makes you make Italian Mafia Don gestures without thinking.



Cocaine, making his debut. He is so friggin' adorable, isn't he? The filename of this picture is cocaineattacks!.JPG and I am not sure why that makes me giggly.



Canden. Still trying to get the hang of OC... working on it.



The front of my sketchbook. I <3 my white gel pen.

Mmm. Picturage.