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I believe I may have found something about which to talk. It might even turn into a rant, depends on my energy at this late hour... The topic which I will start with is Community Theatre and how it sucks. Maybe not how it sucks so much.... I probably should start a little more clearly again.
As many, if not all of you my dear readers know, I participate in Community Theatre. This is both a blessing and a hindrance as it not only takes up copious amounts of my time, a fact that again many of you know, but it is also a great passion of mine. I enjoy starting with the auditions and watching the way a play grows. This is also the time during which I tend to complain the most about this hobby of mine. I usually, however, only complain when something isn't going well, for example having trouble finding a crew or a director making a mockery of the play.
This has brought us to now. I'm helping on a play near here. Well not so much near as within driving distance for a car that does not suffer fan belt issues such as mine. I was brought into the show about a week before it opened, not something I'm comfortable with for the simple fact that I am not given enough time to learn the play inside out. Rehearsals spent little to no time teaching the crew what they were going to be doing, and this left us with receiving reams of paper outlining our jobs on opening night and being told to go to it. Because of this, if one of us cannot make it for whatever reason, we're left with tonight's show.
Before the stage was lit and the curtain drawn so to speak, we spent 30 minutes teaching someone else the position so that it would be covered. The scene changes took too long, there was great confusion, many mistakes were made. And as with every play I've worked on causing a sense of superstition to come about, I have finally injured myself on the show. I tripped during the last scene change and hurt my already weak ankle. This was on stage. The audience could see me. The cast could see me. I was not pleased, however I know now that the show will be good as I have hurt myself.
What else is there for me to say in here... Facebook has taken up too much of my time as of late. Every time I turn around there are more applications being sent my way in an attempt to get me to play them. I will admit that a few are amusing, but I've not been overtly impressed by any of them.
Thanksgiving is also almost upon us, a time to feast with friends and family. Following it will be the best holiday of the year, a day that many know I look forward to each and every year. All Hallow's Eve. I believe I will again be in my slytherin robes as the attempt at a Final Fantasy 1 costume seems to be going to the back burner. I lack the funds for the materials.
I believe that's really all there is to it.
-Helf
As many, if not all of you my dear readers know, I participate in Community Theatre. This is both a blessing and a hindrance as it not only takes up copious amounts of my time, a fact that again many of you know, but it is also a great passion of mine. I enjoy starting with the auditions and watching the way a play grows. This is also the time during which I tend to complain the most about this hobby of mine. I usually, however, only complain when something isn't going well, for example having trouble finding a crew or a director making a mockery of the play.
This has brought us to now. I'm helping on a play near here. Well not so much near as within driving distance for a car that does not suffer fan belt issues such as mine. I was brought into the show about a week before it opened, not something I'm comfortable with for the simple fact that I am not given enough time to learn the play inside out. Rehearsals spent little to no time teaching the crew what they were going to be doing, and this left us with receiving reams of paper outlining our jobs on opening night and being told to go to it. Because of this, if one of us cannot make it for whatever reason, we're left with tonight's show.
Before the stage was lit and the curtain drawn so to speak, we spent 30 minutes teaching someone else the position so that it would be covered. The scene changes took too long, there was great confusion, many mistakes were made. And as with every play I've worked on causing a sense of superstition to come about, I have finally injured myself on the show. I tripped during the last scene change and hurt my already weak ankle. This was on stage. The audience could see me. The cast could see me. I was not pleased, however I know now that the show will be good as I have hurt myself.
What else is there for me to say in here... Facebook has taken up too much of my time as of late. Every time I turn around there are more applications being sent my way in an attempt to get me to play them. I will admit that a few are amusing, but I've not been overtly impressed by any of them.
Thanksgiving is also almost upon us, a time to feast with friends and family. Following it will be the best holiday of the year, a day that many know I look forward to each and every year. All Hallow's Eve. I believe I will again be in my slytherin robes as the attempt at a Final Fantasy 1 costume seems to be going to the back burner. I lack the funds for the materials.
I believe that's really all there is to it.
-Helf