I just wanted to share with anyone who isn't aware that my fella, "Rick", has a website. His random updates include his love of the Patriots and the goings on in our lives in his own words.
Enjoy.
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Lovely Spam?
Spam, again.
Damn.
Anyone who comments anonymously from now on will be asked to type in a "word notification". I just received two comments from an advertising agency ala spam onto this blog, and I had to change my settings a bit. It's just a way for the system to know that actual people are commenting and not an internet advertiser promoting their product.
Just a heads-up.
Damn.
Anyone who comments anonymously from now on will be asked to type in a "word notification". I just received two comments from an advertising agency ala spam onto this blog, and I had to change my settings a bit. It's just a way for the system to know that actual people are commenting and not an internet advertiser promoting their product.
Just a heads-up.
Flying monkeys, Winkies and Pregnant Nuns, OH MY!
My goodness, it's been awhile.
As my job goes, I have been working near the sixty-hour-a-week mark for over a month now, but things have finally come to a halt for the time being. We at American Musical Theatre of San Jose just finished a rough build of "The Wizard of Oz." If I see another Winkie, Munchkin, Jitterbug or Flying Monkey I'm gonna chaunch.
This experience has been full of stories, I must admit. On first dress, the Wicked Witch of the West went flying out from house left and then taking a dramatic spill into the wall, breaking the molding, sending it bouncing into the seats, almost hitting my co-workers. Fortunately, this was only a dress rehearsal, so not many people were sitting in the audience, so no one was hurt. Then we had a flying monkey with a much too tight costume split the ass out of his pants while in midair. Assless monkeys exist in reality, but onstage it's a rather unfortunate sighting...much like assless chaps. Not pretty.
The best creativity in theatre arts comes to us when we screw up or are faced with special circumstances. Another co-worker of mine told me a story the other day about when they built "The Sound of Music" and their Maria turned out to be pregnant. She was honest about her pregnancy, but the stage manager, a man, misunderstood her and thought she said she was five weeks pregnant. She was actually five MONTHS pregnant. A pregnant nun. That is the ultimate special circumstance in costume building.
Now that my life is somewhat normal for a few weeks, I promise to catch up with friends, grocery shopping and a normal eating and sleeping schedule, away from the land of Oz.
As my job goes, I have been working near the sixty-hour-a-week mark for over a month now, but things have finally come to a halt for the time being. We at American Musical Theatre of San Jose just finished a rough build of "The Wizard of Oz." If I see another Winkie, Munchkin, Jitterbug or Flying Monkey I'm gonna chaunch.
This experience has been full of stories, I must admit. On first dress, the Wicked Witch of the West went flying out from house left and then taking a dramatic spill into the wall, breaking the molding, sending it bouncing into the seats, almost hitting my co-workers. Fortunately, this was only a dress rehearsal, so not many people were sitting in the audience, so no one was hurt. Then we had a flying monkey with a much too tight costume split the ass out of his pants while in midair. Assless monkeys exist in reality, but onstage it's a rather unfortunate sighting...much like assless chaps. Not pretty.
The best creativity in theatre arts comes to us when we screw up or are faced with special circumstances. Another co-worker of mine told me a story the other day about when they built "The Sound of Music" and their Maria turned out to be pregnant. She was honest about her pregnancy, but the stage manager, a man, misunderstood her and thought she said she was five weeks pregnant. She was actually five MONTHS pregnant. A pregnant nun. That is the ultimate special circumstance in costume building.
Now that my life is somewhat normal for a few weeks, I promise to catch up with friends, grocery shopping and a normal eating and sleeping schedule, away from the land of Oz.
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