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Today was most definitely a day when I blamed the universe and those who invented the PC for not including a 'SMITE' button on the keyboard.
Everyone in ed production agreed with me.
(for those who have no idea about the original context, Gary Larson once drew a cartoon of God at his keyboard, finger poised over a button with the word 'SMITE' on it)
One of those ones where the authors screwed up, editorial staff and editors in the chain before me hadn't done their jobs properly so it meant I had more work over something that would've been really easy and taken all of ten minutes otherwise, etc. Really. How hard is it to explain to an author that if a picture file goes over two pages, you either need to shrink it or submit it as an additional file. There is no way around this. It's a simple matter of 'they will not format correctly otherwise'. (additional file = link from the article to a downloadable file on the server - massive excel files, pictures that're too huge to be printed in sufficient detail on an A4 page, quicktime movies, programs, etc) Seriously. I can really do without having to rename all of an author's figures, re-uploading them, and then seeking out every mention of them in the text to re-link them with their new names and status and then re-doing all the figure legends, and *then* having to send off an email explaining to the author what I just did.
Really. SMITE.
On the other hand, Anything Goes on monday was immense fun. Good cast, hysterical, bloke who played Billy Crocker was brilliant - fantastic dancer, great voice, reminded me a lot of Adam Cooper looks-wise. Ria Jones, who was doing Reno Sweeney was not a great dancer - could do the basics, but made up for it with acting and fab voice. Turns out also saw her in High Society in the autumn, where she had once again been put up against a bloke who was a fabulous dancer. Am seeing a trend.
Learnt a bit more of the plot.
The songs I cannot *stand* from Anything Goes - Be Like the Bluebird, Friendship Goodbye Little Dream - are, as normal once seeing them in context, quite different. Be like the Bluebird is hysterical, Friendship is a fun two-person skit, but unfortunately Goodbye Little Dream is actually *worse* on stage. It's seriously fucking boring. I think Cole Porter, for all his genius, and you're talking to a paid-up-member of the cult, just couldn't write straight female solos. Funny ones, straight romantic duets, sultry ones, you name it, they're fantastic. Just the straight female solos. Me and Taz were miming offing ourselves, taking aim at the stage, and gagging all through it. Easy to Love and All Through the Night, interestingly enough, are less poignant and longing and more sweet than they sound when heard out of context.
Am all for Chinese christian converts who start running the gambling section once out from under the priest's eye. Also, once you see it staged, it is fecking obvious that Plum wrote the book (book = script/story/dialogue for the non-musicals obsessed). And we appreciate this muchly.
Pouting slightly over the fact that there doesn't seem to be a decent film version of Anything Goes - both were re-written, and the 30s version has had 3/4 of the songs taken out and replaced by other writers - which, er, kind of misses the point of turning a musical into a film, doesn't it?
Also. Frank Miller needs to die. Just so you know.
Everyone in ed production agreed with me.
(for those who have no idea about the original context, Gary Larson once drew a cartoon of God at his keyboard, finger poised over a button with the word 'SMITE' on it)
One of those ones where the authors screwed up, editorial staff and editors in the chain before me hadn't done their jobs properly so it meant I had more work over something that would've been really easy and taken all of ten minutes otherwise, etc. Really. How hard is it to explain to an author that if a picture file goes over two pages, you either need to shrink it or submit it as an additional file. There is no way around this. It's a simple matter of 'they will not format correctly otherwise'. (additional file = link from the article to a downloadable file on the server - massive excel files, pictures that're too huge to be printed in sufficient detail on an A4 page, quicktime movies, programs, etc) Seriously. I can really do without having to rename all of an author's figures, re-uploading them, and then seeking out every mention of them in the text to re-link them with their new names and status and then re-doing all the figure legends, and *then* having to send off an email explaining to the author what I just did.
Really. SMITE.
On the other hand, Anything Goes on monday was immense fun. Good cast, hysterical, bloke who played Billy Crocker was brilliant - fantastic dancer, great voice, reminded me a lot of Adam Cooper looks-wise. Ria Jones, who was doing Reno Sweeney was not a great dancer - could do the basics, but made up for it with acting and fab voice. Turns out also saw her in High Society in the autumn, where she had once again been put up against a bloke who was a fabulous dancer. Am seeing a trend.
Learnt a bit more of the plot.
The songs I cannot *stand* from Anything Goes - Be Like the Bluebird, Friendship Goodbye Little Dream - are, as normal once seeing them in context, quite different. Be like the Bluebird is hysterical, Friendship is a fun two-person skit, but unfortunately Goodbye Little Dream is actually *worse* on stage. It's seriously fucking boring. I think Cole Porter, for all his genius, and you're talking to a paid-up-member of the cult, just couldn't write straight female solos. Funny ones, straight romantic duets, sultry ones, you name it, they're fantastic. Just the straight female solos. Me and Taz were miming offing ourselves, taking aim at the stage, and gagging all through it. Easy to Love and All Through the Night, interestingly enough, are less poignant and longing and more sweet than they sound when heard out of context.
Am all for Chinese christian converts who start running the gambling section once out from under the priest's eye. Also, once you see it staged, it is fecking obvious that Plum wrote the book (book = script/story/dialogue for the non-musicals obsessed). And we appreciate this muchly.
Pouting slightly over the fact that there doesn't seem to be a decent film version of Anything Goes - both were re-written, and the 30s version has had 3/4 of the songs taken out and replaced by other writers - which, er, kind of misses the point of turning a musical into a film, doesn't it?
Also. Frank Miller needs to die. Just so you know.
