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some tidbits
Sep. 12th, 2009 10:36 pmI'm trying to make icons at the moment, but for some reason PSP is working at a snail's pace, and it's starting to get annoying. I'm resizing screencaps for icon bases, it's not like I'm trying to recreate the Mona Lisa or anything! Grr.
Going into work tomorrow; aside from a bit of lining, I'm finally going to have a go at machine work. Mostly because tomorrow's going to be dead quiet, being a Sunday, and I really need to be confident on the machine in time for Christmas rush/pantomime.
Speaking of pantomime... The Mother has officially been named Assistant Director for the panto this year, which she's quite looking forward to, on top of being wardrobe mistress - both she and Madame Musical Director (also stage director for this show) have agreed it's finally time to oust the current wardrobe person, who is more useless than a chocolate fireguard in the Sahara - and making all the costumes. I was also informed this morning that Madame MD wants me to train up to be stage manager for the upcoming shows (obviously not panto, but probably from the one straight after that, I think).
It bears a lot of thinking about, mostly because while Madame MD wants the current stage manager to mic up to make backstage more fluid and manageable, the current stage manager has some weird aversion to being micced up. I don't have that aversion, but I am wary of having that sort of responsibility, mostly because with the exception of three (maybe four) people (not including The Mother and Madame MD), everyone down at that theatre is apparently fucking mental and I don't fancy having to order them about before curtain up, and during interval. Though apparently most of them seem to like me. Which is weird, because the only time I see them is at the aftershow parties The Mother has got into the habit of hosting during each show's run, and it's hard to make any sort of impression when you're running around trying to make sure everyone's got something to drink and keeping on top of the snacks.
...What else?... Not much, actually. I've been trying to organise some sort of get-together with my friends around my birthday, and it looks like if people do manage to make it over here we'll be taking over my grandparents' spare bedroom and possibly the outhouse. I can't remember the last time anyone slept out there, but that could be fun ;)
Going into work tomorrow; aside from a bit of lining, I'm finally going to have a go at machine work. Mostly because tomorrow's going to be dead quiet, being a Sunday, and I really need to be confident on the machine in time for Christmas rush/pantomime.
Speaking of pantomime... The Mother has officially been named Assistant Director for the panto this year, which she's quite looking forward to, on top of being wardrobe mistress - both she and Madame Musical Director (also stage director for this show) have agreed it's finally time to oust the current wardrobe person, who is more useless than a chocolate fireguard in the Sahara - and making all the costumes. I was also informed this morning that Madame MD wants me to train up to be stage manager for the upcoming shows (obviously not panto, but probably from the one straight after that, I think).
It bears a lot of thinking about, mostly because while Madame MD wants the current stage manager to mic up to make backstage more fluid and manageable, the current stage manager has some weird aversion to being micced up. I don't have that aversion, but I am wary of having that sort of responsibility, mostly because with the exception of three (maybe four) people (not including The Mother and Madame MD), everyone down at that theatre is apparently fucking mental and I don't fancy having to order them about before curtain up, and during interval. Though apparently most of them seem to like me. Which is weird, because the only time I see them is at the aftershow parties The Mother has got into the habit of hosting during each show's run, and it's hard to make any sort of impression when you're running around trying to make sure everyone's got something to drink and keeping on top of the snacks.
...What else?... Not much, actually. I've been trying to organise some sort of get-together with my friends around my birthday, and it looks like if people do manage to make it over here we'll be taking over my grandparents' spare bedroom and possibly the outhouse. I can't remember the last time anyone slept out there, but that could be fun ;)