Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Practice, practice...

The young actress rocking it in her attitude towards her co-stars, being pissed off and defensive towards the role of Murphy, careful and humble towards the role of (adult) Fidi, and being a bitchy know-it-all towards everyone else. With a young singer taking over a role of Kestrel.

Also, the stage is tiny and adorable. If I had known stages can be tiny and adorable, I'd have stopped worrying about them long ago. Big, bright-wood stages freak me out. I always feel like I should be staging a musical on them. here, we just smacked a bunch of pieces of furniture on it and it all made perfect sense.

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Castle press

Gotten to the part in Goose where R and Kay are thinking, we are fated, as species, to achieve excellent science, which will be followed 8and fucked up) by awful politics and then, out of the ashes, great art will emerge. In circles. Rinse, repeat.

I've added bits and pieces from Yakosta's notes  to add details to the late 20.000 Quills (the ship that went down at the end of Gorgonaut because of, well, it had the wrong captain for about ten minutes and sometimes that's all it takes for a good ship to go down..) She writes about a jelly that causes, when bothered by some alloy or another, enough friction to produce static electricity in copious amounts and the remaining Quills (ex Literate)  would run on these massive tanks, full of the pink jelly, perpetually mixed by alloy plates, generating a controllable storm. A smaller ship couldn't use it, because it would be too unstable, but Quills was designed massive in the first place, before they even put the engines in. Second invention, based on her notes, is this very long, very winding tube, full of water-like liquid, running quite fast. In it would be three inter-laced buoys, so that it would be very obvious, when they passed the counter, how the water is doing. 

And so forth, and so on. The book is slow going at this point, because it is still sunny (if freezing) outside. Once the worlds move indoors, I'll switch back to more text. I imagine that, when I have to sit outdoors sorta in the fair, I'll be writing plenty. 

had a bad day yesterday, looking for the stage for our production of Veris, the way people treated me. I really thought I was pass that, but it looks like once you climb something in some field, others are too fucking dim to notice and you gotsta start over. And nobody likes an energetic amateur. The General was upset over things I said in anger, so I pulled a profound philosophy out of by arse today, first thing: you always worry, when I'm happy, I will get sad again soon. But you can't do that, because although that is inevitable, it could be months. Whereas, when I am sad, just weather through it, because you can be sure I will get happy in, at the most, half a day...
General's line of the week:

"My love, does anything but me in the whole wide world have eyelashes as long and lovely and thick as me?"
"Well, every baby cow kind of."

Saturday, 25 October 2014


Watching Constantine.. It's closer to the original and although it's suffering from pilotitis, I kind of like it. The guy is cool, not how I always imagined him, but cool. Not sure why there always has to be a lame hyperAmerican girl in every fucking TV series ever, but I like the elementary-school-level occult stuff, the mommy issues and there's bound to be a cat in there somewhere, so...

some pickies from The Stroj concert

It's 1 in the morning, I've had sex twice today (well, yesterday), spent the rest editing interviews and photos and roaming the halls of library, rescued a stray huskie (that's a dog, not a cute new word for a prostitute), have to get up at five and have been up for the last 20 or so hours. Is it still a liquid diet when you're living on hot chocolate and occasional hard chocolate? (Toblerone FDW!)
This was a cool concert. Banging drums so violently you break half a dozen clubs leaves something to be said about passion. Am reading Gone Girl, Leni Riefenstahl bio and All you Need is Kill.

Friday, 24 October 2014

No, but seriously. Who and how could rule this planet, so that it wouldn't be such a shithole?

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Been a long day. Started bad, been bumpy, ended oddly endearingly. I have zero discipline when I decide to shun my lover and ignore him, because usually after an hour I am at the gates of his workplace, tearful, in the rain, holding the dog leash in one hand (dog howling  in protest of icy rain) and a pink cake in the other. But, even though he would never admit his side of the argument, he bought me a book, which is code for: I'm sorry for being a dick, I was tired and you were right. thank you for being mine. 
It's a good book. I'll have plenty now to read during the X-mas fair. I submitted the paperwork today, fingers crossed they don't give me the 'fuck you' for being noisy last year. If i get in, I'll be noisy this year also. But I'll be freezing and stuck in a tiny hut in the middle of the street, selling hauntingly undervalued pieces of illustration, some may even call it art, so no complaints there :D Life can be good.
Photographed a teen dance recital, which was actually adorable. It lasted 50 minutes and I shot through two memory cards like nothing barely looking up from the camera. My focus remains so dense I actually feel all my muscles stuck in the tensed up position. Also, I spoke to a guy I would love for my 'postman' interview today. And I am booked back to back with five appointments tomorrow. On the plus side, there will be chai latte and am getting published in NG. On minus, the weather has turned cold and my favorite shoes are no longer appropriate. They shall be missed :(
Haha, and the President came to the retirement home my gran is staying in and the old folk booed him :D Respect!

Here are some of the kids pics.  Show was called TV Adventure. 'Tis about a girl who falls asleep in front of the TV and then dreams various shows and newscasts and videos...