Alas, the ancient utterance of power above worketh not. Oh well, I guess I'll just ramble then. It's tech week, so I'm pretty much brain dead. And it's a special tech week, since I was given a two week vacation/hell-ride to Normaltown that put me two weeks behind. My set is similar to what I had in mind, and my lighting designer has yet to write a single cue. And my sound designers almost have the CD made. Oh, and did I mention that the show opens Thursday night? I'm trying to figure out how to spell that special kind of giggling that preceeds the call to the sanitorium. Arkham? Yeah, Marius here. How's about you reserve me a room, a bed, and one of those special jackets.
Ok, that's all I have the energy for. Don't know what's going on in the world. Hope it's not too creepy.
George Bush sucks!
Love ya's.
4 comments:
That'll do, Donkey. I was wondering what was going on to make you AWOL.
Jobu
I once knew a Jobu. He was a cynical dude (like me) who had a knack for falling through the stage floor. Could this be that mighty man?
GB doth sucketh indeed. :)
Hey, I have a website!! Go look:
http://www.mymonavie.com/jeanamamer/
The show ALWAYS opens
dear one.
Just don't pee on the floor if you're scared.
Good advice, really.
Break-a-colon
P/K
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