Our performance of Little Shop of Horrors goes live tonight at the Cannington Bowling Club, Perth! The season runs until sunday night and I play the part of Chiffon and Plant Puppeteer. We’ve been training hard for this for five months, and I’m SO excited to be part of such a great cast.
It’s gonna be absolutely brilliant. If anyone still wants tickets, they’re available HERE:
It’s 5.30am, I’ve been up all night sewing leaves onto skirts and I’m just about to sit down for yet another marathon session of tulle-pleating. The house looks like the jolly green giant fed his leafy undies through a paper shredder and emptied the results all over our living room. I have been subsisting on tea, chips and denial for three days.
It must be show week again.
OKAY SO. I would like you all to know I am now dating a dork.
Specifically, this dork:
I feel pretty, oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gaaaaaay!
And I pity,Any girl who isn’t me todaaaay!
(seriously though, she is wonderful, but the rest of you can’t have her because I saw her first *seriousface* :< )
Life is pretty great right now. :3
I am so damn lucky, you lovely internet-ites have no idea. I’ve known OF the lovely rallamajoop for a few years through the local convention scene and always been rather in awe of her - quietly-spoken, with a fearsome intelligence and knee-wobble-inducing good looks, I’d always assumed that I didn’t have a chance, that she was so far out of my league as to be orbital. But over the past few weeks we’ve gotten to chatting, and before I knew it my phone was NEVER out of my hand and we’re firing off jokes about pensioner-gulls and comparing our weakness for Cable & Deadpool.
And then suddenly.
SEMPAI WAS WAITING FOR ME TO NOTICE HER ALL ALONG.
You know how you meet someone, and then the more wonderful things you discover about them, the more delighted you come to be that this amazing person is in your life?
Yeah. <3
It’s been a crappy year so far, but this makes it ALL worth it.
I feel pretty, oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gaaaaaay!
And I pity,
Any girl who isn’t me todaaaay!
We died out there tonight. It was a massacre in G major. My superego and id suffered secondhand embarrassment on behalf of the rest of me. I picked the wrong notes, played the wrong chords and got my microphone stuck in my harmonica grip - and that was just in the opening song. Never mind the end of the first set - we’d lost them by the end of the first verse, and no amount of terpsichorean brilliance could bring them back. Hells bells, I concluded by belting out Grant Baynham’s The Wine Song note perfect, and failed to get so much as a smile. We only did one set of our planned four. We’re not THAT masochistic.
I remember busking on the walkways at the local folk festival as a kid, and despondently trudging back to the caravan with a fifty cent piece some older boys paid me ‘to stop singing and go away’. Tonight, I left the stage as that same eleven year old, with my microphone tangled around my ears and my dignity in tatters.
Ah well. Here’s to the songs unsung - may they be ever better in our imaginations.
I’m on Wardrobe for our local production of Little Shop of Horrors (mainly because I’m the only cast member who can use a sewing machine) and I have discovered that nothing is more difficult than trying to lay out a pattern when your pet rabbit insists on using the butcher’s paper as a slip-and-slide.
Attila, you are fired from your position as Assistant Wardrobe Manager.
If anyone’s interested in coming to see us, we’re performing from the 17th to the 19th of May in Cannington, Western Australia. I can promise a truly hilarious show with one hell of a weed problem. The details for booking are HERE:
http://www.legtix.com/product-p/960-963.htm
I’ll be playing Chiffon, as well as putting together the chorus dresses and curtains.
“I love you, Roger. I love you more than any woman’s ever loved a rabbit.”
In the grand tradition of half-baked parodies, I knocked out a quick doodle of myself as Jessica Rabbit and my pet lop Attila the Bun as Roger. Much like Roger, Attila comes off as an unfounded nuisance on first impressions, but he’s a loyal little fellow when he gets to know you.
God, I love that movie.
So, it looks like Mr Del Toro has made a film in which Jax Teller becomes Shinji Ikari and wanders about in a multiple-story mech suit punching Gojira in the face, whilst Clay Morrow looks on in snazzy glasses.
And it isn’t even my BIRTHDAY.
Pacific Rim, you and I are going to have a lasting and beautiful friendship.
