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'The Message'


Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Fay - Mar 11, 2008 6:50:43 am PDT #9491 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

Good grief, Empress. So sorry.

And much cat-ma to all concerned, too. And Yay Taz, also - although my connection wouldn't allow me to watch the video. But he's clearly cute as a button.

t ventypants

So, the little play I'm in for the Fringe, which we're performing next week? The director...he's a nice bloke, I like him, I enjoy his company - but he could not direct his way out of a paper bag. And it doesn't matter - it's just the Fringe, which is precisely to give people the opportunity to try their hand at something new. And it's nice that he's so chilled about me forever sticking my oar in and saying "But I think surely [X]". But, but I wish I didn't need to do this! I wish that he understood how the play works, and knew all the lines, and had a handle on the characters. Because he really doesn't. At all. And the other actors are sufficiently inexperienced themselves that I think it isn't galling them, but - damn it, I may not have done lots of acting, but I've done a whole lifetime of reading, and story is something I really really do get. This is such a tiny wee play that it's criminal to me that he doesn't have a solid grasp of what the lines are (fuck, I know the other people's lines just from hearing them in rehearsals and reading the script through a few times - he should know them better than me), let alone that he doesn't understand how it functions dramatically. He's just - he really doesn't have a handle on the characters or the rhythms of the piece.

I realise this sounds unspeakably pretentious, and I'm sorry - but I need to vent this in a place where nobody's feelings will be hurt.

And I am being STUPID, because, man, I have like four or five lines total (but I'm on stage the whole damn time, and am thus going to make the most of acting my arse off the rest of the time sans lines), but I know I've put more into guiding, supporting and directing the (inexperienced) lead actress, and into giving encouragement and constructive criticism to the others, than he has. Because you NEED to tell people what they did well before you pinpoint what you want them to change, damn it! You need to be recognizing their successes and boosting their confidence even as you help them to tweak things, you really do - especially when your cast is largely either inexperienced or in their teens.

It doesn't matter. It's going to be fun. I do like him. (I may have reassessed my respect for him when he revealed that he was under the impression that Tom Stoppard was one of the actors in the Fifteen Minute Hamlet, rather than, you know, the writer, but that's just because I'm a bit of a snob. He's still a good bloke, and fun, and likeable.) But - gah. He doesn't know what he's doing, and I don't think he even realises it. It's doing my head in.

t / ventypants


Vortex - Mar 11, 2008 6:58:40 am PDT #9492 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Sounds like you need to direct the next play, methinks ;)

See what knowing what you're doing gets you?


sj - Mar 11, 2008 7:25:02 am PDT #9493 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Everyone}}}

I just talked to Mom again. She is still feeling lousy, but she is more upset that she can't go back to work this week. My mother doesn't know how to sit down for 5 minutes. I wish I had my car so I could go see her today, but TCG has it. His car is in the shop AGAIN.

I can't wait to be in Dallas tomorrow night. Must pack.


Pix - Mar 11, 2008 7:26:27 am PDT #9494 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

Since March needed a healthy infusion of GOOD news, I am pleased to announce that my dear friend Shelly had her baby last night! Baby girl's name is Genevieve Marie, 8lbs 9oz and 22 inches long. YAY baby girl!


vw bug - Mar 11, 2008 7:46:34 am PDT #9495 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Yay for good news from somewhere!


sj - Mar 11, 2008 7:49:17 am PDT #9496 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Kristin, Congratulations to your friend!


Polter-Cow - Mar 11, 2008 7:52:55 am PDT #9497 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!

Yay!

Oh, if we're sharing good news, my mom and I talked on the phone for half an hour on Sunday without pissing each other off to the point of *click*.


meara - Mar 11, 2008 7:54:32 am PDT #9498 of 10001

Yay baby girl! Boo cancer!

I totally think it sounds like Fay needs to direct the next one!

I got up this morning and had breakfast with a friend..it's a good start.


Frankenbuddha - Mar 11, 2008 7:58:06 am PDT #9499 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"

Yay Kristin's friend Shelly! Yay good news!

Continuing good news, I'm finally done with the project from Hell and am taking Thursday and Friday off (and I have a 1/2 day seminar tomorrow, so most of that day is gone).


vw bug - Mar 11, 2008 8:00:08 am PDT #9500 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Continuing good news, I'm finally done with the project from Hell and am taking Thursday and Friday off (and I have a 1/2 day seminar tomorrow, so most of that day is gone).

In that vein...next week is Spring Break. I am SO excited! Cannot. Wait. Of course, I'll be writing my thesis the whole time (as my goal is to have a draft by the end of the week, so I have a couple of weeks to work on edits), but no classes! No tutoring students! No having to be on campus!