Weekend, plays
Mar. 31st, 2004 10:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThings are different if you're gay: "It sounds as if, with a few exceptions, the kids were handling it just fine. It's some of the parents who are the problem."
Note to self: shop at Costco, not Wal-Mart. [Too bad there's not a CostCo within three hours of here.]
And in the . . . dude category, Fantagraphics to Publish The Complete Peanuts. Twenty-five books, two per year for 12.5 years, starting next month. Between this and the big-ass book of All The Far Side There Is (plus the daily goodness of Pearls), I'm set to be amused for ages. Once I acquire money, that is. [I was recently asked why I prefer Peanuts to Calvin and Hobbes. I suspect it's because I empathise a lot more with Charlie Brown and Linus than I ever did with Calvin.]
Satyrday: played the Game of Thrones boardgame again (yay!), went to rehearsal (yay?), went to work (uh, yay). Sunday I went to Driver Improvement School as part of paying off the debt to society incurred by getting caught exceeding the posted speed limit. It wasn't too bad; I've had college classes that were more boring, and I even learned a few things. (If your brakes fail, pump 'em. You may be able to build up enough pressure in the brake lines anyway. Don't immediately go to your parkbrake, you'll just burn it out.)
My GameCube SuperNES controller showed up on Satyrday as well, so I spent part of Sunday playing the original Legend of Zelda. I'd forgotten quite how ugly the game is-- not just in graphics, but in design. No map, no hints of where to go next. . . gah. I begin to understand why Nintendo was able to make money selling a strategy guide for fifteen-year-old games.
I'm currently doing two play-type things, both directed by Charity who was in Offending the Audience. The scene for her directing class is from Paula Vogel's most excellent How I Learned to Drive, in which I have to be a Greek Chorus member pretending to be the hick grandfather. It's, um, interesting. I had no idea I could be this convincing as a hick.
Too convincing, apparently. The other play is for Charity's playwriting class. Originally my part was that of a policeman called to investigate a noise complaint. Sometime last week she rewrote the scene so that it's now a neighbor. With a shotgun. An' a whole lotta dialect written into his speech patterns. There's a pretty long list of roles I never thought I'd be typecast as, and Good Ole Boy is near the top of it.
And Spiel tonight, at which there shall be more Gaming of Thrones, and before that I'll need to get my story knocked out and also do a first runthrough of my Taming scene.
Note to self: shop at Costco, not Wal-Mart. [Too bad there's not a CostCo within three hours of here.]
And in the . . . dude category, Fantagraphics to Publish The Complete Peanuts. Twenty-five books, two per year for 12.5 years, starting next month. Between this and the big-ass book of All The Far Side There Is (plus the daily goodness of Pearls), I'm set to be amused for ages. Once I acquire money, that is. [I was recently asked why I prefer Peanuts to Calvin and Hobbes. I suspect it's because I empathise a lot more with Charlie Brown and Linus than I ever did with Calvin.]
Satyrday: played the Game of Thrones boardgame again (yay!), went to rehearsal (yay?), went to work (uh, yay). Sunday I went to Driver Improvement School as part of paying off the debt to society incurred by getting caught exceeding the posted speed limit. It wasn't too bad; I've had college classes that were more boring, and I even learned a few things. (If your brakes fail, pump 'em. You may be able to build up enough pressure in the brake lines anyway. Don't immediately go to your parkbrake, you'll just burn it out.)
My GameCube SuperNES controller showed up on Satyrday as well, so I spent part of Sunday playing the original Legend of Zelda. I'd forgotten quite how ugly the game is-- not just in graphics, but in design. No map, no hints of where to go next. . . gah. I begin to understand why Nintendo was able to make money selling a strategy guide for fifteen-year-old games.
I'm currently doing two play-type things, both directed by Charity who was in Offending the Audience. The scene for her directing class is from Paula Vogel's most excellent How I Learned to Drive, in which I have to be a Greek Chorus member pretending to be the hick grandfather. It's, um, interesting. I had no idea I could be this convincing as a hick.
Too convincing, apparently. The other play is for Charity's playwriting class. Originally my part was that of a policeman called to investigate a noise complaint. Sometime last week she rewrote the scene so that it's now a neighbor. With a shotgun. An' a whole lotta dialect written into his speech patterns. There's a pretty long list of roles I never thought I'd be typecast as, and Good Ole Boy is near the top of it.
And Spiel tonight, at which there shall be more Gaming of Thrones, and before that I'll need to get my story knocked out and also do a first runthrough of my Taming scene.
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Date: 2004-03-31 12:55 pm (UTC)Mine. MUST BE MINE!
Now it is ;)