Wow, that was lengthy, sorry. And my recent history is all in regional theatres, academic theatres tend to function very differently where a real "paper" paper tech (design and tech team sitting around a table talking through everying) and "dry" tech (onstage with scenery/lights/sound but without actors or costumes) can be valuable teaching opportunities so that the actors spend less time feeling like statues, there only to be lit properly. Professional actors get it, but still complain. I had one actor complain that we made him stand perched on this one spot for SOOOOOO LOOOOOOOOOONG in order to get specials focused on him. But he understood that we don't have stunt doubles for focus purposes, and he had an irritating habit of not hitting his spike so the focus had to be much wider than initially expected.

Anyways, education theatre, totally different world. My poor 17 yo sister after hearing my tales from the professional work looks down her nose with disdain at the local theatre company that deigned to hire her as an ASM/intern and then she just had to sit around! Doing nothing! For hours! *hand to forehead*

My experience of high school and college theatre was a whole lot of waiting while the adults decided what to tell us to do.

I used to love sitting in on other SM's techs. Like, after my own rehearsal I'd go sneak into the theatre and sit behind (or next to) a fellow SM and peek at their book and listen to them call and just watch the process as and observer. I kinda loved that. It's like doing a sit-a-long but with more cursing. Except for the one sit-a-long I did during a preview performance of Dracula, the Musical! At La Jolla Playhouse ages ago. I was in the booth, on headset, standing next to the broadway SM as everything went horribly, horribly wrong. Like, staircases stalling midstage, why is that dropcloth still on that coffin now that it's onstage? A bed that couldn't get to it's spike for a scene leaving half a scene in almost complete darkness before he finally gave up and called an emergency intermission. Bright side: no one was injured. That night. But yeah, other people's techs I find fascinating and highly entertaining.

Wow, sorry to hijack the thread. It's really exciting for me to talk about something other than my ongoing health issues. Fun tidbit from PT eval (seriously, I had to get a referral from a surgeon to a physical therapist who then had to evaluate me before referring me to the actual physical therapists? Starting to think i'm trapped in a kafka sidenote) dude hits all my trigger points. They're all sensitive and borderline flare-ey. He says "have you ever heard of Fibromyalgia" and i point at my chart with one hand while smacking my forehead with the other. With as little sleep as i've been getting, it's a miracle i'm not in a full on flare. As is, not surprised that trigger points are triggery.

seriously, I had to get a referral from a surgeon to a physical therapist who then had to evaluate me before referring me to the actual physical therapists? Starting to think i'm trapped in a kafka sidenote

Hey! I know that dance. We need a referral from a GI to get a swallow study run in radiology by an OT but we have to train for the swallow study with a different OT (not hospital based by clinic based) who can't provide services for feeding therapy until the swallow study is done.

Oh hell, I have to make dessert this morning. Why so chilly, house?

Ugh, worst daughter ever. I was dicking around, watching some TV, thinking about packing in a little bit....when I remembered no, I have to go see my father in the hospital. Oops.

Timelies all!

I have COL(cat on lap) once again. Nova is kneading my thigh.

I admit, I have not looked very hard, but I'm fairly certain no coffee has magically appeared in my house this morning. It's a problem.

Nah, you're fine, Jesse. You remembered!

Went and visited my neighbor. Found out that she was hit so hard that she was actually knocked out of her seatbelt into the passenger backseat footwell. There was nothing left of the drivers-side seat area. Her boyfriend thought she was dead when he found her (he was in the passenger seat.) Gah.

Apparently, coming home smelling of mastiff makes Loki insecure/super affectionate. I can barely type for his attentions.

OK, laundry time.

Man, it's cold. Just back from an hour-long walk, with stop for bagels and cafe con leche.

Long walks with Darb are kind of hilariously circuitous. We end up zigzagging all over the neighborhood because she won't walk past the house of any dog she doesn't like, ie any dog who's ever barked at her.

There are entire blocks we can't go down, and others where we have to crisscross three times.

Aw, Darby.

OK, I am dressed and will sally forth in search of hot beverages. Sadly, the coffee shop that was just down the street has moved further away, so I will need to both drive and make decisions.