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14 August Well, the rain it raineth every day, or at least last night and it's supposed to again today. And thank heavens, too, because the air was so thick and hot and horrid yesterday that I was so thrilled to be at work I could barely tear myself away! Hot as hell at the show, too, though there are two air conditioners and two fans going in the house, the audience is still hot, and forget the actors in wigs and jackets and long heavy skirts and things. I am the most comfortable in the theatre in my little light booth with a fan pointed right at my face. I do feel guilty, though!
Yesterday was Adam's last day at work. I wish I had brought my handcuffs so that he couldn't leave. Besides the fact that he's my favourite person in the company, he's also one of the few people in my department whose head isn't lodged firmly up his ass. I'll miss him so much. As a parting gift, he showed me how to shoot rubberbands one handed. It took me about half an hour to figure it out, my dyslexia kicking in as it did, but once I got it I couldn't stop shooting rubberbands everywhere. Extremely cool. I was threatening the actors with rubberbands during the show if they screwed up, but luckily for them, the one I had broke before the house opened, even.
The show last night went extremely well, heat or no. As I said afterwards to the cast, I saw one actor wandering in the direction of the dressing room a few more times than one might have wanted (the very same actor that missed those entrances the other day), but other than that, it was the kind of audience that wanted to love it, and so they did, and so the actors rose to the occasion. In terms of wandering actors, the lucky thing is that there are a great many planned fuckups, so the real ones aren't entirely apparent to the casual viewer. The first one was at the very top of the show, where the actor gives a welcoming speech, then starts the next scene. There is a ghost light for him to change quickly, and then the scene starts. Well, he gave the speech, there was a blackout, and he left the stage. I turned on the ghost and wondered what he forgot in the dressing room. The stage was empty for awhile, the audience started to giggle, then he came back out and started the scene. Afterwards I found out that he hadn't forgotten a thing, except for the fact that he was in the next scene. The next one was in Act II,where he has a false exit--meaning that he says that he has to go, but doesn't because another actor enters. So the line goes something like "I have to be leaving, but you can content yourself that sometimes life's hard knocks can turn into blessings in disguise." He said, however: "I have to be leaving. So, goodbye!" And he left. He has lines in the remainder of the scene. I was fascinated to see what would happen, but what he did was run back onstage just in time for his next line. To the great relief of everyone else on the stage, who were frantically re-writing the script in their heads. I was just looking at the actors thinking "I hope that the audience doesn't think that I staged this scene this way, it looks like shit!"
Got many guesses about the quote yesterday, which was, for those of you who use browsers that are not javascript enabled:
"Now is the summer of our sweet content
The first person to get it right was Tom Jones (I don't know if he's the It's not unusual or the randy eating version), but since he referenced this page I don't know if he knew it beforehand, so I'm making it a tie between old Tom and Bill Chance, whose email's time stamp was one minute later. Anyway, the quote is the opening lines from the premiere episode of Blackadder and which is in turn a pastiche of the opening lines of Richard III:
"Now is the winter of our discontent
The other correct answers were from Karen Owens (another cheater, she had to ask her husband, so actually the right answer was from Greg Owens!) and Iko. I was surprised that as many as four people got it, actually!
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