This gig at the Opera House has got to end. There have been some good people there, but the head "chef" at the moment is just not a nomal person. Spends all day picking me up on stupid little details... you know what? I don't even want to go into it. He's just the worst kind of passive aggressive fuckwit you could have the misfortune of dealing with. In a nutshell, he made me realise that true stupidity is to think a person is stupid simply because they don't know the same things you know. He is a very sad and ugly person, and I don't like being around sad and ugly people (and by ugly here I don't bald 'n big ears ugly).
Nice to be in the shop today. Big goth festival in Newtown on the weekend, so I've dismembered, undressed and re-dressed a couple of the mannequins in goth gear. The shop looks a little crazy. Kandy raver stuff going head-to-head for attention with Prince Of Darkness gear.
Have a story due in over the weekend and a play to see tonight called 100. Apparently it's influenced by 100 Years Of Solitude by Gaby baby and asks the question what memory would you choose to live in as your eternity. Cool concept. Oh - and this is the theatre company whose director told me to write an honest review when the curtain fell down and I wrote a not quite enthusiastic review. She'll be there tonight. Wonder what she'll say.
I have to write the story and the review by Sunday AND I promised I'd have two short stories ready for a short story comp by Monday SO there should be no further blogging this weekend BUT I have the entire weekend away from job work THEREFORE I wanna get drinkified and laugh at stuff AND I have no idea why I'm talking like this...
Anyway. What would you choose as your eternal memory? A fave moment in your life that you have to live in forever? I'm going to think about that and come back with my answer a little later (okay, so there goes my vow to not blog for the rest of the weekend).
Time lapse...
Back after seeing 100. Damn near perfect theatre. I totally fucking loved it. Simple. Accessible. Thought provoking. Entertaining performances. This theatre company is going to do some really good stuff. It did some magic tonight.
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Doof and theatre.. you are totally amazing... how do you do it?
You must annoy so many people because they can't pigeon hole you.
How dare you?!
Get back in a cliche where you belong!
Ha ha. No, not totally amazing... just pretty amazing :)
I don't think I annoy people so much a confuse them. I confuse me.
How do I do it? Easy - I just like music and dancing (I can't do your kind, I'm just a stomper, not a proper dancer) and I like stories.
Once The Dreaded One went to a doof without me because I had agreed to review a burlesque show. I went by myself and sitting across the aisle was someone who looked really familiar. I thought it was someone I had talked and danced with at a doof. Thought, nah, couldn't be. She looked over, did a double take and yeah, it was her. She came over and took The Dreaded One's seat and we talked and then watched the show. It was funny.
I've occasionally bumped into doofers wearing suits. That's also funny.
The Dreaded One- is she your girlfriend or a really good close friend?
Her commitment to hair is astounding..
Mmm burlesque... I am in love with the tease.
She is my girlfriend. She's also a really good close friend, something I sometimes take for granted.
You gonna dump me now?
Ah no... of course not! Just by the way you write about her, it sounds more intimate than friendship. Just clarifying is all!
I am way too quirky to be anyone's girlfriend- or so it would seem..
I suspect you just have ridiculously high standards. All the best people do.
Fucking hell - check the time on my last comment. When did I become the kind of person who wakes up at 4.32 am and goes online?
I was awake then too. I should have gone online. I switched on the box and watched infomercials and then abused the telly because Dick Cheney was on 'Meet The Press'.
I don't have ridiculously high standards. I think the problem is that I'm so easy going that I've been taken advantage of.
I guess it's too much to ask to be treated with respect...then again, I should have looked for more than someone who had a pulse.
Ahh, I know exactly what I'd choose as my eternal memory...the times with boyfriend, I guess because he lives so far away and I miss him.
I didn't know you confuse people, Quick.
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