22 February
Spent yesterday in the darkroom.
Six and a half hours, five and a half doing the wedding pictures. I still have 35 left to do. I am getting extremely sick of Rosemary and Eric and their families and friends and I never want to see any of their faces again.
That last hour I spent blowing up a couple of the pictures of Deb when she was pregnant (now a mere memory) and a picture each of Katie and Molly from Molly's birthday party last month.
It was a real relief that Eric and Rosemary were not in those pictures.
So I got my script for the show I'm directing next.
I'm not wild to do it, but Le said to me "You know what happens when you get a big role on the mainstage?" and I say "Yeah, I have to direct a bunch of new people in a lousy script!" and he laughed and promised me no more than four people and 30 pages.
The script is only 20 pages, but it's printed in large type, so it would probably be a 13-15 page script in normal a font, so that's okay.
When I opened it, Cynthia asked to look at it, as she's the literary manager and read all of the scripts for this festival a while back. She glanced at it and started to grin and I said "O God, how bad is it?" and she said "This is a script that needs you."
I'm telling you, it's a bad thing to get known as a crappy script fixer. I have directed more lousy scripts and made them into pretty good shows, and I wish that I could get a few more scripts that didn't need alot of fucking with in order to make work.
That's not entirely fair--my last show had a good script.
Anyway, I opened up to the first page, and started to laugh.
The prop list was as follows:
"One bottle of eggnog
One stack of party cups (any colour)
Bandages for Claire's wrists"
I think that probably about sums up the show. I didn't bother to read any further. I wonder if the bandages can be any colour, too?
I saw a piece about a Russian biathelete with deaf parents that was so revoltingly smarmy I could barely stand it. The commentator said (cue syrupy music) "He has never spoken to his own son--they have to communicate using sign language."
What the fuck do they think they are doing in sign language? They are speaking, for Christ's sake, just not using their voices! I find it so tiresome when people act like deafness is a tragedy.
It's like saying "He has never spoken to his son in English--they are forced to speak French because that's the only language he has ever learned. The poor thing..."
Had the weirdest dream the other night!
Well, it wasn't really a whole dream, just a sentence. You know the ad for that new movie Krippendorf's Tribe? Well, there's a line in the ad: "The Shelmickedmu do not allow the picture taking without the ritual body paint!" and I must have dreamt that line fifty times.
I think I've seen that commercial a little too often...
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