Nobody cares about my game anymore.
Oh, well. I'm still going to play.
Name a guilty pleasure that you sing in the shower or in the car.Mine is "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears for Fears. Oh. Yes.
Ok. YOUR TURN.
Leave me a comment.
Please?
You can be anonymous.
It can be a dirty song...
I don't care.
Really.
Okay?
Ready?
1, 2, 3, GO.
No?
Fine. I win!!!
Whoooooooooooooooooo!
-Trish
Okay. So, I have this computer training class that my work sends me to. I whine about it but it isn't so bad. I have to sit there and listen to these people teach other people shit that I've been doing over and over and over again for four years. Then we have to take a test. I get paid for it. And it's way closer to my apartment... I get an hour lunch break and 4 fifteen minute breaks.
But the whole building is big on the security thing. We have to wear these stupid badges and ring the intercom to enter and they have to unlock not one, but two doors to let us through. Even the police departments I work for isn't this secure.
Anyway. I'm there with my co-worker and we're bored shitless. They even took solitaire off the damn computers. I bring my little Nintendo DS, but that only keeps me busy for a half hour.
But (Praise God), my co-worker has somehow obtained an employee's user name and password for the Internet. So, there's this little piece of paper with this guy's user name and password being passed around between the people in the back row. Only problem is only one person can be on the Internet at a time.
Anywho. That's how I got to send my nine pages of line notes. Yeah. Nine. It's ridiculous and the cast is doing fantastic.
I mean, these are really tedious line notes. Like, you said "good" instead of "nice."
Or you said "won't" instead of "don't."
So, they are not screwing up everywhere... it's just really fucking specific.
I almost feel like they know when I'm about to make a line note. Like, I don't know if they watch me... but last night, I could swear that Jeff saw me put my pencil down to circle something and totally corrected himself before I could do anything.
I'll try to stay on top of things. When we did Urinetown, I would get behind and end up sending line notes like ten minutes before rehearsal started. Matt Korinko would want to shoot me because he would check his mail on his damn phone and get those line notes... right before rehearsal started.
Korinko really loved his line notes.
Weirdo. :0)
I hope it does end up helping those that actually read them.
That's all I have for now. I'm going to go post Round 4 of my game.
- Trish
Ok. I think I lost a lot of people for round 2. Thankfully, Joel, Margeau and Katie were brave enough to share! You guys rock. Katie might be on to something with the prize thing.
Round 3 will be easier.Name a song that contains lyrics that you do not understand.
This could be anything... like maybe you know it's a story and you don't know what it's about. Or maybe it's in a different language. Or maybe there's some off-the-wall phrase that they put in there that came out of nowhere.
Just name any song that you want to go up to the artist and say, "What the hell does that mean?" Or "Does this mean what I think it does?" Or "Does this have any meaning?"
Mine will be Come Together by the Beatles... I mean, come on. Those boys were smoking something...
Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker he just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine, he got toe-jam football
He got monkey finger, he shoot coca-cola
He say "I know you, you know me"
One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
Come together right now over me
He bag production, he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
Come together right now over me
He roller-coaster, he got early warning
He got muddy water, he one mojo filter
He say "One and one and one is three"
Got to be good-looking cos he's so hard to see
Come together right now over me
I wish Lennon was still alive. I'd totally write him and ask, "Dude. Wtf?"
Your turn!
-Trish
It's been awhile.
Sorry about that. I've been battling my air allergy and have not been able to breathe or hear properly for a good three weeks now. I hate mold. In fact, that's like the only thing I have been able to smell lately... everywhere.
But we are totally finished blocking. I drew some rather interesting stick figures to help remember some of the poses in "Crying in the Rain." And my records have been utilized, sorta. Sometimes we discover things that I failed to write down. Which sucks.
My job at rehearsal now is to follow along in the book and be there immediately when someone calls "line." I've been doing pretty good, so far. Especially if you consider the fact that I may have a slight case of ADD and sometimes I get distracted and want to watch the show.
Act I went okay. Act II was better. Starting next week, I'll become the Line Nazi (mwuhahaha) and take down meticulous line notes whenever they paraphrase, call line, or use words other than what's written in the script. Scott has mentioned to them that what is written is sacred... ... ... so yes. The line notes will be coming next week.
Amy came in and dressed everybody for PR pics. Michael, the lighting designer has been by to watch the blocking. Vicki has her prop list. And I think David and Jeff are doing their own thing...
That's pretty much it for the tech stuff. For now, anyway.
More to come later!
-Trish
Thank you to Scott, Margeau, Katie, Lori, Smoore, and Amanda who all participated in Round 1!!
Ok, round two might be tough.
Name a song that holds some sort of great significance in your life.
Deep, I know. You don't have to say "why" or even submit lyrics... You can if you want too.
I hope I didn't scare anyone away with this one. Also, I've set up my comments settings to allow anyone to leave a comment. You don't have to be signed up at the blog thing. You may even submit a comment anonymously.
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Mine is a song by Catch 22, an awesome ska band. It's called "As the Footsteps Die Out Forever." I think there are only a couple people from New Line that can figure out why this song means a lot to me...
she was diagnosed on a friday
the kids were almost home
the kids were on their way back home from school
lying faced down in the gutter
of unaccomplished dreams and broken memories of things to come
sorry ma'am i really am
i have to break the news
i have to make the phone call
to tell you that you're due you know where
and i'll tell you when
and i suggest that you start living the next three weeks the best that you can
every night for three long weeks
she'd roam the hallways half asleep
and as the footsteps fade away
in my mind i can swear i can swear i heard her say
don't wait for me
i got a lot to do
i got a lot to be
and in the end maybe i'll see you there
lost her strength on a saturday
spent the day in bed
yeah i'm fine it's just the flu she said
with a smile
but when they turned their backs
the tears would flow
she knew she only had a while
to live
to breathe
to be
to see
to bleed
to stand on her own two weakened feet
and so i prayed
every day
"don't take my mother away"
every night for three long weeks
she'd roam the hallways half asleep
and as the footsteps fade away
in my mind
i can swear i can swear i heard her say
don't wait for me
i got a lot to do
i got a lot to be
when in the end maybe i'll see you there
