eilonwy2017: (Hotch: glee)
Weirdly, I do still read my LJ friends page every day, but I don't seem to have as much to say as I used to...

NOTE: I added the headers after the fact (having just written things as they came to me) so if they're a bit awkward, apologies.)

Working Out
I've been working out again. (I mentioned this earlier, but I've been keeping at it.) I used the elliptical Sunday and Monday, went walking on Tuesday and used the elliptical again on Wednesday. Thursday I took a day off 'cause Wednesday night my left leg started aching from the knee down. I decided it seems to be because I walk oddly, with a twist to my ankle, so a rest was in order. (Also, I had terrible cramps on Thursday.) Today (Friday) I went hiking at the Lost Dutchman National Park with Flurry. It was only a 2.4mile hike (and we took 2hours to do it) but none of it was level, and some of it was even scrambling over rocks. There'll be pictures posted eventually-- it was pretty day.

Tomorrow probably no work out because I'm going to the Ren Faire with Flurry and a few other TAs/grad students, and that will be lots of walking, too.

I'm way behind on my grading. There are 36 Shakespeare papers waiting for my attention... but I don't think the prof wants us to hand them back 'til Friday anyway, so ... heh.

TV: MI-5/Spooks
Flurry and I have been watching the first season of Fame (yes, the early '80s tv show) on Netflix instant. It holds up remarkably well for being nigh on 30 years old. And has a more diverse cast than most shows on tv now. But the song gets stuck in your head.

I've just finished watching MI-5 (ie: Spooks) series 7. I am desperate (DESPERATE) now for series 8. It's one thing to wait for something that no one can see (like series 9, airing in the UK in October), but it's another thing to know that it's available via the UK iTunes (having been on UK tv) but not available to us poor Americans. (That said, I know that it's often the other way 'round with tv, so I shouldn't complain. But I'm going to. Complain, complain, complain.) Any UK peeps wanna hook a fan-girl up?

May's Travel
Speaking of the UK, planning for my trip continues, albeit slowly. I'm in that "how much luggage?" process. Everything, of course, says to pack as light as possible ("You can never have too much money or too little luggage.") And fair enough-- but I am going to be gone for a month. And while there will be laundry facilities, I think I'd have trouble trying to pack in just a carry-on, despite all the recommendations that I do so. My current plan is one checked piece of luggage (with room in it for souvenirs, although I'm already going into serious debt just for the trip itself, so plan on doing my best to rein in any extra spending) and my backpack as my carry-on, complete with my not-yet-purchased mini computer. Clothing will consist of lots of black for mix-and-match purposes, and layers. A pair of jeans, a pair of nice trousers, a plain skirt or two (I am, after all, going to London for the theatre.) I need to buy new Mary Jane style Sketchers since I wear them with jeans and skirts and they're comfortable for walking around in. My current pair, however, has been worn out with wearing (there are holes in the sides...) I haven't decided on sneakers yet, as I don't wear them normally (only for working out) so I always feel like I'm sticking out (even more than Americans have to) as a tourist in them, and such. We'll see... I haven't decided on a coat yet either. The information I got from the group I'm going with said not to bring one (just to wear layers) but I'm usually cold. And I'll be in the German Alps at the end of the trip....

Any advice from travelers? :)

Reading: Kate Griffin (and refs to Neil Gaiman)
I've finally begun reading A Madness of Angels (by Kate Griffin, whose real name is apparently Catherine Webb.) I had picked up an ARC at Bookman's back before comps. [livejournal.com profile] maiafire mentioned the series (apparently there's at least a second one) last week, so I finally picked it up. My fiction reading of late has been total candy (and by this I mean trashy romance novels set in the regency), so it took a wee bit to get into the right mindset for the book, but I'm now loving it. I'm about a 1/3 of the way through and I really wish that I had more spring break so I could just spend the time reading this book (and not grading, or researching or whatevs.) The only downsides are that 1. As I say, it's an ARC so there are typos and grammar issues (which I really hope didn't make it into the real printing) that drop me out of the story at times and 2. it's clearly written by someone who knows London intimately. I ... don't. I'm fine with, say, 85-90% of Britishisms and references, but when you start getting into specifics about geography of the city, I know I'm missing references. (There was an acronym-- forgetting it now-- that I just had no clue about and had to let sail past me, even though it seemed at least tangentially relevant to the plot.)

Maiafire had quoted a blurb about the series calling it "Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere for the digital age" and it's quite right. (And I love Neverwhere.) But one of the things that that comparison made me realize was that for all its creativity, Neverwhere was really quite straight forward. It helped that the main character (Richard Richard Mayhew Dick) was the outsider and point of view character for the audience. While Matthew Swift (the main character for Griffin's series) has been out of the, er, loop for a few years, and while he is trying to figure things out, he's deep in the events, and himself is a mystery (unlike Richard Mayhew) and so the reader isn't led by the hand. This isn't a bad thing either way, really. It's just an observation. I do feel a bit disloyal to Neverwhere , though, for having made the comparison.

(Then again, I've bene feeling grouchy at Neil Gaiman ever since he announced his engagement to Amanda Palmer, and grouchier still when she announced Evelyn, Evelyn and complained about being attacked by disabled feminists. So, whatever.)

The Play
We are now two weeks out from the performance of The Second Shepherd's Play and it is, as expected, a complete disaster. Wheee. We had rehearsal yesterday but since we have no director and the person in charge (ish) (ie: his vanity project) can't be bothered to actually plan for rehearsal space (arg!), this necessitated wandering about campus for a while as I carried two bags full of props and my spinning wheel. I am now bruised from the latter-- it's not heavy but it is bulky and awkward. Also, I tried to make constructive comments after our customary runthrough (being the only person in the room with, oh, I dunno, directing experience) and was, as per usual, pretty much ignored by Mr Vanity Project. Rehearsal again on Sunday. Yay.

Mainly it makes me want to direct again.

Cooking, badly
In a bid to get healthier, (read: weigh less) I've been trying to cook. I have been, however, repeatedly reminded that I am, in fact, a terrible cook. :P

Updated Project-Cat a few days ago with a sad post. :( Today, however, when I left to go to Flurry's house (to go hiking) I had seven healthy looking cats sitting around the food dish and that made me happy.

Aaaand that's that. :) I'll probably upload pictures of hiking and tomorrow's ren fair on Sunday or Tuesday... I'll post about it here, in case anyone's curious. :)

(Icon is Hotch from Criminal Minds because it's the closest I have to Lucas from MI-5. I should fix this.)
eilonwy2017: (Damaged)
Blech. Since Sunday morning, the awful mind-numbing brain fog that comes with a sinus infection has lifted, although there's still some sinus pressure and I currently have a headache. I lost my voice most of the way on Sunday as well, which was excellent timing as I was in rehearsal for The Second Shepherd's Play, a task I've more and more come to view with displeasure. (Speaking of which, [livejournal.com profile] magelette, you still on for sending me some wenchy clothes to borrow?)

Being ill has given me ample time, however, to view much visual entertainment (which is to say: movies and tv shows.)

My Watch Every Sean Bean Movie (and catalog how he dies) Plan has hit a major snag, however, I started to watch Far North the other night. I chose this one for several reasons: 1. I hadn't seen it, 2. it only has 3 major characters in it, leading me to believe there would be ample Sean Bean screen time, and most importantly 3. it was available via Netflix's instant downloads and I was out of new movies to watch at the time.

However, I only got roughly 3 minutes into said film because the first thing the first character does is pull out a giant knife and -- well, I stopped the movie but it was pretty clear she was about to slit the throat of a dog. So, yeah, I can't watch that one... maybe I'll manage it in the future if I fast forward past that part, but... probably not.

Flightplan, however, was a fairly entertaining movie-- an enjoyable example of its genre. I had my doubts during the opening, but once the story actually got to the plane, it was good. I even didn't mind that they played the "is she crazy?!" angle because it wasn't done up as a twist (ala Shutter Island, ugh), or used as an answer (ala My Bloody Valentine.) On the Sean Bean angle, there clearly wasn't enough Sean Bean, but what there was was enjoyable.

The only broadcast tv I've watched was Make it or Break it last night, and it played very much like the episode-before-the-finale of a serial tv show, if that makes sense. In other words, it was all set up to make next week's finale as tense and as intense as possible. So, whatevs. (Then again, no episode is going to stand up to the one from 3 weeks ago in which Kelly Parker got chalk in the face, and Sasha punched Marty.

(I have no qualms about spilling spoilers here because a. it was from several weeks ago and b. I'm 98% sure that no one on my friends list watches the show. I didn't even know it existed until Flurry insisted that I watch some of it. It's weirdly addicting, and not just because the actor who plays Sasha is both hot and has a sexy accent.)

I have been using Netflix, however, a great deal, particularly the Instant Queue.

Last week I rewatched North and South (the BBC miniseries about the industrialization of England based on the novel by Elizabeth Gaskell, not the American miniseries about the Civil War.) The first time I'd seen it was because Richard Armitage was in it-- and I'd just seen him for the first time on the BBC series Robin Hood. This time I watched it because it's a really good miniseries. I then promptly went to the university library and took out the book. (This was, surprisingly, more difficult than one would assume. While the ASU libraries (of which there are several) apparently own about 10 copies between them, all but one were checked out from the main library, and that one was missing from the shelves when I got there. However, I discovered that for some reason the multi-volume set of the Complete Works of Elizabeth Gaskell don't come up when you search for the individual works (which is odd-- as other collected works certainly do), so I managed to find a copy within volume 4. Irritatingly, however, a previous reader has underlined many passages (inexplicable ones in some cases) and made absolutely imbecilic marginalia notes-- usually insipid and often wrong. I know I should just ignore them, especially as deciphering the handwriting takes me out of the story-- but I've never gotten the hang of ignoring marginalia (or footnotes. Which has nothing to do with this rant.) Oh well.

I then rewatched Wives and Daughters, also a BBC miniseries based on a(n incomplete) novel by Elizabeth Gaskell. This, too, I'd seen before. This one, however, while still good, just doesn't bear up to a second watching as well as North and South does (and again, this is not just due to the presence of Richard Armitage in the former...) This means that when I get a little cash (some day...) I'll buy myself North and South on DVD and not worry about getting the whole Elizabeth Gaskell Collection. Particularly since the third miniseries on the collection is Cranford which I enjoyed watching the first time, but haven't had any impulse to rewatch. (The collection is only twice the price of one miniseries, you see, but still too expensive to buy on a whim. But now that I've decided I don't need the collection, it'll be easier to afford just North and South.)

Have I mentioned that I have a pounding headache? Well, I do. And I choose to blame that for the babbling I'm doing here.

I have also been watching a great deal of MI-5 (or, for my British readers, Spooks.) I'd caught bits of it on BBC America back when I was watching series one of Robin Hood (see above re: Richard Armitage, but actually that was a cast that was entirely comprised of sexy Brits, not just Armitage alone.) And I'd found it interesting then. But upon checking imdb to see what else Richard Armitage was in, I discovered that he was (is?) in series 7 and 8 of MI-5. I've very much been enjoying series 1 and 2 of the show, and series 7 is now on my Netflix queue (as it's only on DVD, not instant). I don't know that I'll watch all of the intervening series as I understand that Tom Quinn (the main character from series 1 and 2) is not on after series 3. So I may watch 'til his character leaves, then start back up with series 7. We'll see... (And apparently series 8 isn't available via Netflix-- any Brits watch this show and know if it's currently on, or recently finished or what?)

(I may have to rewatch the Keira Knightley version of Pride and Prejudice as apparently the actor who plays Tom on MI-5 was Mr Darcy.)

Speaking of Richard Armitage, I also watched the Macbeth episode of Shakespeare Retold as he played the Macduff character. Also, I'd been told by several Shakespeareans that the series was very good and that Macbeth was the best of them. It was quite good. It had some issues (both as a retelling of Shakespeare and as its own piece) but nothing too bad. It had some great moments, too, some very nice modernizations.

However, I blame it for the wacky dream I had in which everyone wanted to ride a roller coaster called the Macbeth (why was it called that? why were we riding roller coasters? No clue.) But every time someone said the name of the ride, it was said the way Paul Gross says MacBETH? in series (season?*) 2 of Slings and Arrows. This meant that I simply had to bring up Macbeth in some fashion while hanging out with Flurry so that I could say MacBETH? over and over. Naturally.

(Apropos of very little, last night I dreamt of TastyKakes.)

So. Yeah. I need to get over this sinus problem mess so that I can start thinking about something other than telly again. (Namely, my dissertation.)

I'm looking forward to watching the series premier of Parenthood tonight.

I saw Shutter Island on opening weekend and hated it.

I've crocheted 5.5 sheep while watching all of the above. (They're for my Second Shepherd's Play castmates. There, uh, will be 6 total, I'm not stopping with that .5.)

I've played with Sculpey a lot in the past two days, too, and made some accessories for the Yarn!Chesters. (One of the nice things about watching things on my computer-- which I rarely do-- is that I can sit at my desk and work on things like Sculpey. It's not nearly as comfortable as on my couch, of course, but then I don't play with sculpey on my couch, do I?)

While looking at pictures for the accessories, it reminded me of how awesome seasons 1 and 2 of Supernatural are, so I may be beginning a rewatch of that eventually soonish. Or something. :)

All right, this already ridiculously long and pointless entry is rapidly devolving, so I'm going to stop now. You'll probably be relieved to know that I'll be back in classes and such tomorrow. I'm not at 100% health-- well, not even 100% for me health-- but well enough. My throat only hurts a wee bit, and then only when I cough. I have coughing fits, but it's not all the time My nose is mostly clear, the pressure's mostly gone. The only major issue left is that my ears are still closed. Very frustrating. :P But hardly an excuse to keep from teaching/going for ice cream with Heather/going to a presentation on "Virtual Reconstructions of History." This last I don't particularly feel up to doing, but it could prove useful for my diss. Yay.

*Do Canadians use "season" or "series"?
eilonwy2017: (Cupid)
...and can think of only one person on my FL who even might find this amusing. But is going to post it anyway.

I am reading an article (by Tiffany Stern) on The Curtain playhouse. Evidently, it was famous for its clowns, which is odd because it never had a permanent playing company. (Just go with me here-- that fact isn't important.) She writes about Will Kempe probably being pleased to play there (there's evidence that he did) because he was famous for his jigs.

And suddenly all I could picture was a guy in Elizabethan doublet and hose upon an early modern stage performing the Snoopy dance.

And now I can't tell you how much I want to stage that.
eilonwy2017: (Cranky Kitty)
1. My eyes. I saw the eye doctor over break, and he assures me that in general my eyes are fine. However, when they get really tired (and I'm beginning to suggest that it involves stress, too) they don't want to focus properly. (When he tested me, for the first time ever, I had trouble making the dots line up. My muscles want to not line up-- I can't remember now if they're overcompensating or under.) I don't need reading glasses yet-- they'd make things worse at this point-- but it odes mean that once in a while, like right now, my eyes will refuse to focus quite right. Books, at the moment, are easier than the computer screen, so when I finish this post I shall go back to studying from books and not worry about typing up notes tonight.

2. Studying. Is going too slow. Am going to fail comps.

3. Restaurants. Both Einstein's and Solo (a nearby coffee shop) were too full to accommodate me and my studying today. I guess a drizzly day off from classes will do that. But grr!

4. As You Like It at the Old Vic. Okay, there's nothing inherently wrong with that. But it's going to open two weeks after I leave London. And why is this important, you might ask? Well, I'd be slightly disappointed if that were all-- I love AYLI (and have strong feelings about its staging). But it's starring Juliet Rylance (Mark Rylance's step-daughter, apparently) and Christian Camargo (and they're married, apparently. Um, Christian Camargo and Juliet Rylance, not Mark Rylance.) I love Christian Camargo. He's probably best known as the Ice Truck Killer from season 1 of Dexter, but I saw him first in Plunkett & Maclean, and [livejournal.com profile] pyrite and [livejournal.com profile] corruptviridian and I then saw him in Kit Marlowe at the Public Theatre in NYC. (Pyrite and I, twice.) We even got to talk to him. (And by "we" I mean, Pyrite said some things and I squeaked. This was not just out of !!!!! of meeting Christian Camargo-- who we had just seen naked-- but also because the show is very sad, and so I'd just been crying, too.) I like to joke (although it is, technically the truth) that Christian Camargo is the first man I'd seen naked. See, as the titular character in Kit Marlowe, he swung in, naked, on a rope. What I remember most about that production, however, is not the (lack of) costume, but the acting, and the minimalist, but very effective staging. I digress. I am now very far off topic of what makes me cranky (since a naked Christian Camargo most assuredly does not make me cranky), which is not getting to see his/Juliet Rylance's AYLI. (It's currently playing in Brooklyn, which is, admittedly, closer than London, but I am not in Brooklyn either.)

5. Critics. Specifically Shakespeare Scholars. They all seem to hate original practices without actually ever seeing any. Bastards. On one hand, if they all loved OP, I wouldn't have a dissertation to write. On the other, I'd really like it if just one or two agreed with me.

6. Spring Semester. In that it starts tomorrow (although I don't have to teach until Wednesday.) I'm so not ready. :P

Oh well, back to reading despite #1.
eilonwy2017: (Cranky Kitty)
If I get them all out in LJ, maybe I'll feel better?

Family: My grandfather had a heart attack yesterday morning. He's going to be fine, they say, but he's in the hospital until at least tomorrow. Also, one of my cousins was in a car accident today-- she's fine but her car is not. I really hope that there isn't a third, but that if there is it also leads to the person involved being fine.

Paypal/Zynga: Zynga is a game company, the one who runs the wildly popular game Farmville on Facebook. I do play Farmville (and also their CafeWorld). Today out of the blue I received an email from paypal saying I had authorized a payment for $150 (!!!) to Zynga. I had done no such thing. I immediately opened a claim dispute with Paypal AND contacted customer support at Zynga AND emailed their billing address. I also changed my Paypal password. Paypal responded by limiting access to my account and contacting Zynga. Zynga, presumably since it's Sunday night, has done nothing. Of course, I've heard horrible things about the company, so I'm quite nervous about getting my money back. (Apparently I purchased 5million credits -- which I have not received. Not, of course, that I authorized this payment to begin with!) I have absolutely not comprehension of how this could have happened. Nor do I know how one proves a negative (that I did not make this purchase). $150 is a lot of money. I am not a happy camper.

I'm going to hold off on posting anything new in my Etsy until this is resolved so that if purchases are made they aren't going to the currently limited account.

Bookstore: The first day on the job was fine, I guess. The Boss hadn't built the bookshelves he'd promised ('cause he had to rebuild the entrance since someone had tripped over it and nearly broken his elbow) but he'd gone and started pulling fiction off the shelves. I pointed out that if we pulled stuff but had nowhere to put it, then no one would be able to browse it and buy it. He agreed, so after he left i put stuff back on the shelves. I'm hoping the new ones will have been built by Tuesday.

He also promised me a 60% discount off of used books and 40% off of new. Tonight I received an email saying the new policy is 30% discount.

Also, his business practices are ridiculous. I admit that I know very little about running a used bookstore, but it seems to me that the fiction section would be one's bread and butter. Instead, he wants to focus on non-fiction. And he has a clearance rack outside (only it's labeled "clearence") with good books on it that are marked down to ridiculously low prices. I know that his business practices don't really affect me (as long as I get paid) but it's so frustrating.

On Thursday, he got to the store at 4:30, which was great, that's when I was to leave. Flurry and I went to the Greek place next door for dinner and grading. I ran out to my car to get something (my jacket, I think) and I saw the Boss leave, having stuck a sign on the door saying, "Back at 5:45.") This means that the store was closed. Again. Being open consistently, it seems to me, is the most important thing right now for a brand new store. But whatever. When Flurry and I left the Greek place, the bookstore was open again, but now there was a sign on the door that said, "For trades, call [number]; temporary policy change". Suuure.

Oh, and while working a woman came in with a huuuuge pile of children's magazines she wanted to trade. She told me that the Boss had told her that she was to bring them in and he promised her a great deal on them, since she's a teacher, etc. When I called the Boss to find out what he wanted to do, he said, "We don't take magazines." That policy is fine, but then he shouldn't have told this woman otherwise. And I have to believe the customer, not the Boss, because the Boss is a lunatic.

And if I have to hear him say, "I did [insert task here] with my own two hands" again, I might have to strangle him.

The actual working is not bad (yet) but I'm already beginning to resent the whole experience.

(And everything you guys said in previous posts is 100% true. And honestly, I would have told anyone else who came to me with this same story to quit. And yet I can't bring myself to do it-- things aren't that bad.... I go back Tuesday, and will update you all then, I guess.)

Second Shepherd's Play: I'm not saying that my choice of directorial style is the only one, and my aesthetic is certainly not the only one. But geeeez this play needs a director. I would do pretty much everything differently from how this play is going. The guy who has become the default director, by virtue of the play being his idea, and he being a professor, specifically one who has been teaching most of the rest of the cast this semester, has, in my ever so humble opinion, no freakin' idea what he's doing. I'm rapidly coming to hate the play. On the bright side, when the default-director/second shepherd does something stupid, I just concentrate on the third shepherd, as he is attractive. :)
eilonwy2017: (Cheshire Cat)
Just watched the last episode of White Collar. To which I say, "WHAT THE HELL?!" Did not see that coming in the least.

Play rehearsal today kinda sucked. I'm too opinionated, in some ways, about how the play should go, and not enough in others. But frankly, "more movement!" is not necessarily a good thing. True, you don't want stagnation, but if some people don't stop with the happy feet, I'm going to nail them to the stage, even though said stage is made of concrete. Also, don't get annoyed with what I'm doing (or not doing) and then tell me that I have to figure out my own blocking, with the incredibly annoying guy. Fuck, dood, don't wanna. I get that most of the people in the group do not have theatre background, but this is still no way to run rehearsals. I offered to direct, but everyone said, "Oh, we don't need a director!" Fuck, if for nothing else you need a director so that you don't keep calling the entire cast, making most of them sit around doing nothing for ages. Grr.

I should be grading. I'm not.

I have the "skins" of ten catnip mousies knit. One of them is sewn together (but not stuffed). I also have most of one fishie crocheted.

I had a big, if late, lunch, but I'm hungry again.

My parents are all excited to watch "Alice" on SyFy (seriously? Did I actually just type "syfy"? It seriously looks like it should be pronounced "siffy" and is shorthand for syphilis.)

Went to the library today and took out a dozen books (oh comps!) But there were 4 that were supposedly on the shelves, but weren't actually. Grr.

After rehearsal I was in an inexplicably bad mood. Chatting with my [livejournal.com profile] pyrite made me feel better, but now I'm grumpy again.

I went to the post office to mail yarn to [livejournal.com profile] pyrite, [livejournal.com profile] magelette and [livejournal.com profile] lizabethanqueen, got the postage and everything, but the package slot wouldn't open. Seriously. I think something must be jammed. Unless now they're not letting people put packages in the slot when the counter isn't open? But then what's the point of the Automated Postal Machine? So that's annoying, and those will go into the mail sometime in the next few days-- Wednesday at the latest. My apologies for the delay. :(

DVD player still not working. I guess it's dead? It just seems so random. It was working, I hit pause, and then the video went away and has never come back, but the audio still works fine. So. Weird.

Oops. Meant to finish and post this ages ago, but forgot. Since the above I have sewn up all the mousies.

Now I'm grading, and I've put SyFy's Alice on the background since my parents are all excited, I figured I should look into it, too.

SyFy Alice )

Why do the people in the little box never listen to me?

(I'm not drinking, I swear. I'd like to be, but I'm supposed to be grading. And I got quite tipsy on Friday, so I should probably keep my liver-destruction to a minimum.)

More Alice reactions )
Okay, I really do have to grade. So you will get no more thoughts from me unless something really strikes me. :)
eilonwy2017: (Without my mask)
I'm having real trouble learning my lines, because they are weird. I'm used to early modern drama, what can I say? Anyway, below is what i've got memorized so far, to give you some idea of the trouble. Please ignore the weird spacing-- I don't have time to work out a way to properly indent to follow the translator's text/style.

Bzuh? )

That's just the first two pages of my bit of the script. I've got a ways to go. But at least I have that bit pretty solid... :P I can't decide if it's weird more because of the style or because the translator is doing so much work to emulate the original style that he's losing the meaning-- probably both.

(And yeah, those are just my lines, which means it makes even less sense... it's all about a stolen sheep. So far in rehearsals, the sheep has been played by a basketball and my sweatshirt. Who knows what it'll be this week?!)
eilonwy2017: (Tired Dean)
After yesterday's post of woe, I thought I'd best check in and let you know that I'm still alive-- or mostly so. I do have a rather nasty headache. I ate and drank caffeine and took advil, but it's getting worse instead of better. ::Frowny face::

This afternoon was kind of exciting, though. I met with a bunch of medievalists (they were okay with this renaissance, um, ist crashing their party, so to speak) to start a production of The Second Shepherds' Play. I am playing Gill!! Doooood. I get to come up with the brilliant plan of disguising a stolen sheep as a baby. But man, oh man, I'd forgotten how badly I have to squash my introvert tendencies in a rehearsal, especially with people I don't know. :( Still, I think it went okay overall. Next rehearsal is in two weeks, by which time I should hav ea better handle on my lines. (I hope to have it partially memorized by then. Today I was looking at the script for the first time in a year.) The play doesn't go up 'til April 1st (yes yes), so there's plenty of time. We have a handle on most things -- ideas for props, costumes, etc. My spinning wheel is going to be involved (hee!) The biggest questions right now is about a door (for Mak and Gill's cottage since there's a lot of stage business with it; but we're performing outdoors on a stage that can't really have any set) and a sheep. The sheep is pretty damn vital, so that's a bit worrisome. If only we needed a goat-- I have a goat marionette (from my production of As You Like It). One of the actors (he's playing the 3rd Shepherd) assured us that if worst came to worst we can get a blow up sheep, they're called "I love Ewes." I...am far too afraid to Google that and find out if it's as bad as I think.

I was going to do laundry tonight, but alas, the apartment's main office is closed, which means I can't put money on my laundry card. But I shall do that tomorrow and launder in the evening so that I am not naked for the Blackfriars Conference. I'm trying to organize Pyramus & Thisbe now, as well as work on my lecture A Midsummer Night's Dream, which I give upon returning from the conference. I also should try to get through all 21 101 papers tonight... we'll see if that can happen. I might not *sleep*, but hey, I can sleep on the plane, right? :)

Speaking of the conference and clothing-- yesterday Flurije and I went shopping so that I could find shoes. I looked in lots of stores, but only found shoes in the one that's usually been good to me (some random store called "Shoe Warehouse" or something like that.) Two years ago, for the conference in CA I bought brown maryjanes there-- they had a discreet pattern along the edge and a kitten heel. I loved those shoes. Two weeks ago I broke them-- the cap came off of one of the heels. This would be why I really needed shoes for the conference-- nice brown ones. (Here it was no hurry-- I won't need to change out of sandals for at least another month, but VA is another story.) So, brown shoes. And I thought it would be good to get some nicer black shoes, too, since sketchers are not exactly professional, no matter how cute they are.

Miraculously, they had the same pair of brown shoes at the shoe place, and a pair in my size! Dood. It's been two years. Granted, they're no longer on the center aisle and on display (but rater in the sale section in the back, which doesn't say much for my sense of style, but whatevs, they make me happy.) Flurry also found me a pair of very pointy, very short heeled, black shoes. I was prepared to spend $60 on the two pairs-- I wasn't thrilled with the price, but it wasn't bad, and I'm up against a deadline and I was being reunited with my beloved brown shoes. BUT, they were on sale!! I got BOTH pairs for a total of $34. I was very happy. :) Flurry and I also had dinner at the Mexican place at the restaurant, which included large margaritas, and was quite fun.

After today's rehearsal I was supposed to meet Flurry to get work done at the coffee shop, but Flurry canceled due to illness. In retrospect, that's probably good (not the illness part! the canceling part) because I can multitask better here. Unfortunately, I'm also a lot more distractable here. I stopped at Whole Foods to go to their salad bar (I've been craving vegetables, go figure) and now I am home. Whee.

I think I'm going to force this casting of P&T to work, then take a short nap (probably falling asleep over Morte D'Arthur, to be honest) in the hopes that this will get rid of the headache.
eilonwy2017: (Me (by swisscheesed))
I have just finished watching all 3 seasons of Slings & Arrows (although generally speaking, 6 episodes for 3 seasons barely equals one season...) and I have three things to say:

1. Why the hell haven't I seen this before? and why don't I own it? (I netflixed it, but of course it's on my Amazon wishlist, so perhaps come Christmas...?)

2. I'm a little bit in love with Paul Gross, or at least with his character Geoffrey Tennant.

3. I may have pissed off the director of Hamlet [Redux] with my recent email, but if she gets back to me and still wants me to be her dramaturg, I will welcome the opportunity with open arms, despite the ridiculous script, thanks to this show.

(Also, do Canadians really say "sorry" with such a long "o"?)
eilonwy2017: (Norrington- Looking Forward)
(Sorry for spamming the LJ tonight.)


My adviser invited me to London for a panel at the Globe, but I have to decline as I can't get money for that that quickly.

The former Aussei_NYC is visiting me and we're attending the Discworld Convention.

Then a week later [livejournal.com profile] xayide, a friend from college who hasn't posted on LJ in so long that I had to look up her name, will be visiting. She'll be here for a conference, but has agreed to make time to see me. :)

My paper for the Blackfriars was accepted as part of a public round table discussion. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I have to decide within 3 weeks if I'm going to go. I'm leaning towards yes, if only because it means I'd get to see 6 plays, which is relevant to my work, and see [livejournal.com profile] spade and her family. Plus, I think I'd be able to stay with them, so the cost wouldn't be too terrible, just airfare and incidental-stuff.

Parents will, I hope come visit me for Thanksgiving, although this is not definite.

The usual trip home, I sincerely hope.

I really, really, really, really ought to go to SAA. I've been informed in no uncertain terms that I must go. It's in Chicago this year, and Want has already offered to let me stay with her. But I'm thinking that if I can swing the trip I want in May I'll have an excuse not to go to SAA this year yet. (Not going to SAA likely means going home to PA for Easter as these are at the same time.)

I'm scraping pennies together to go to London with [livejournal.com profile] spade and her family and the college kids that they take every other year. This way I'd get to the Globe and such. I'd also, I hope, I hope, be able to spend a little extra time and see a number of British friends here on this LJ. (I'm looking particularly at you [livejournal.com profile] a_starfish, [livejournal.com profile] hobbitblue and [livejournal.com profile] ladylizbet. I have no idea where *any* of you are in relation to London, but I figure once I'm in the country I'm too close to not find a way to meet you.)

June or July:
Out of freakin' nowhere my parents have decided that if they can afford it, they want to go to Oberammergau in Germany. Seriously. Out of nowhere this came up. They're going to an information session about it on Thursday. (It's a multi-hour passion play put on once every 10 years.) If we can afford it, they'll pay for me to go. And I can't say no-- Germany! Once in a lifetime every ten year opportunity! More to the point, apparently they've been putting on this play for hundreds of years (since the plague), so obviously I want to go (even though it's in German and a passion play) and potentially write about it. I mean, at the moment I know nothing about it, but it's got to be useful to my research somehow.

Vancouver. Supernatural Convention, with [livejournal.com profile] spade. Yes. Yeah, it's one of the big ones (but not as crazy as LA, I imagine) but I figure if I'm ever only likely to go to one fan convention, it should be a biggee. I plan on splurging (although how to afford that, I'm not sure. I was saving pennies, but now those pennies are likely to go to London, so... eek?) and getting autographs with everyone. And if there's a set to tour, I'm touring it. (A set to tour would require a season 6, however, which is far from a certainty.)

So. Um. Heh?
eilonwy2017: (Me (by swisscheesed))
Also, I’m relatively resourceful.

Just worked out (that friggin’ elliptical will be the death of me, I swear. Did 22 minutes, which isn’t much, really, but I had bumped up the difficulty level AND realized that I’d gotten into a much faster stride than I wanted to when The Republic Tigers’ “Fight Song” came on, so I figure it’s equal (or better) than the 25 minutes I did yesterday. (I’d aimed for 30 today, but got so very thirsty and hadn’t brought any water with me. Also, I find working out to be REALLY FUCKING BORING, which means it’s difficult to sustain.)

ANYWAY, to get to the work-out room (or “state of the art fitness center” as the promotional material for my apartment complex laughingly calls it) you have enter the pool area. My apartment complex has two pools (because it used to be two apartment complexes, frankly.) One is by the main office, which is not the one I was at, and one is by the maintenance offices, which is where the fitness center is. To get to either area you have to use your “amenities key” to get through the gate (which is about 5 feet high, and made of slats that only go up and down. No footholds. This is relevant for later.) When I got there today (and yesterday, for that matter) the gate was ajar, which is technically a Bad Thing because the whole *point* of the fence/gate is to keep children out so that they don’t drown. (I suspect it’s true of most states, but I know it’s true of AZ that you are required by law to have a locked gate around your pool for this very reason.)

So I did my work out, which was more difficult today for all the reasons I said above and also because I’d just worked out yesterday and mainly because I wasn’t working on a thinky-thoughts meta in my head the way I was yesterday (nor on creating crochet techniques for Yarn!Chesters the way I was a few months ago when I was working out relgularly.)

When I went to leave, the gate was closed, presumably due to the family I’d seen come and use the pool and leave while I was working out. OKay, no biggee. I dig out my keys and slip the appropriate one into the lock and ... it doesn’t turn.

So I try every lock (for some reason there are 2 on each gate) and also my house key (just in case, ::shrug::) to no avail. I am trapped in the pool area.

Cranky, because it is (a relatively cool for AZ summer) 94 degrees out and I am dying for a drink of water (or iced tea, which is what I’m actually sipping currently) and a shower, I call up the apartment office (hurrah for cell phones) and explain the situation, regardless of how weird it sounds, and they agree to send a maintenance guy.

So I’m waiting. And really hoping it won’t turn out to be the guy who did the work on my apartment, because I just don’t think I can deal with him today. (I was hoping it would be the cute guy but alas, it turned out to be neither, eventually.) And then I think, the last time I was here and needed it, my key did work to get me *in*. So I reached through the slats and tried the key on the outside of the lock, and wouldn’t you know it, it worked.

Mind you, before I thought of that, I was eying up lawn chairs and wondering what I could move and/or stack to get myself over the fence. The garbage can was a good height, but it was concrete and so not actually movable. But the inner bit to it, the can itself, might have worked, if I pulled it out. The lounge chairs might have worked if I gathered enough, but I’d need a great deal of them, probably all of them. And the jump down would likely hurt because all along the edge of the fence is concrete side-walk, so I’d need to be careful on my landing, lest I break a bone.

Anyway, I called the main office back to tell them I didn’t need rescuing, but just then the maintenance guy showed up, as I was walking away. I explained the situation and he tested my keys (indeed, it works on one side and not the other-- just as I said!) and agreed that he needed to fix the lock. So, yay.

And now I am home, having rescued myself, and am about to hop in the shower. Ahh, the little things of life.

Later, I meet with a director to discuss being her dramaturg for a production of Hamlet. Then, probably drinks with A., and maybe with H. and her husband, too, at the local Irish pub. Woke up late, today, though, which means that the stuff I’d meant to do today will have to be done tomorrow instead. Grrr.

List of things to buy when I get my summer scholarship monies? Includes a new alarm clock. (Considered buying one last week when I was at Target, but was overwhelmed by the potential to get one, for only $40, that would also be an iPod dock. But I don’t listen to music in my bedroom. But I could. But I don’t spend time in there except to sleep (and dump laundry.) But I could wake up to my iPod! I dunno.) List also includes hair dryer, new jeans, sandals and potentially a wok to replace the one that went up in flames.

Le sigh. Anyway, now a shower, after which I will sit around with wet hair for a very long time.

(Which reminds me, I’m considering changing my hairstyle-- which is to say, y’know, getting a hairstyle. I’ll post some pictures, eventually, of what my hair currently looks like. But for those of you who know me (ie: know what I look like) any suggestions on what to do to keep my hair long but flatter my (not exactly attractive to begin with) face a bit more?)

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