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Nov. 15th, 2006 01:50 pmword count : 38,235 :buffs nails against shirt:
King's issued Jack with the marriage ultimatum, so another ball to view the eligible girls. Yes, I'm going to be entirely predictable about how it goes down. Then we get a bit more plot (and another couple of balls) before the ending with shoe. I didn't think I'd have enough plot for the word count, but considering how much just the king issuing the ultimatum took, with Jack being sarky back (over 1k), I think I'm actually going to be going over the word count to get to the shoe-bit. Mind you, I've also got to the point where I can't tell if what I'm writing is complete shite or not.
Feel like shite. Not sure if it's the lack of sleep (trying to get to bed before 2:30am has been difficult for the past two weeks) or lack of water. also feeling like want to throw up, but know I'm not going to. Combine with mild cold and blocked sinuses, and I actually had to ask Morven if I was slurring my words because I couldn't hear myself properly. Oh, self-inflicted illness, I love you so much.
Seriously, seriously need to go looking for pics of ivy to convert into design in photoshop so I can get it to the tattooist. Thought I was going to do it yesterday since had day off, but achieved bugger all aside from nano and going to Spamalot.
Spamalot. So much fun. Also, most odd bit large amounts of audience mouthing large parts of dialogue even though they'd never seen the show. (Holy Hand grenade of Antioch, Swallow + coconuts, Frenchmen, etc.) Some of the songs in act 2 were not really up to snuff, though all were funny. Some bits probably worked on broadway, but west end? er... Biggest one for this was the Jews song - it was hysterical due to actions and 'OMG they said what?', but you still had people looking rather puzzled, since there's no context for it in the UK musicals scene. 'This is the song that goes like this' was fucking fantastic, though - and you all know the tune. Really you do. We <3 Tim Curry. Still difficult to believe that this is the man who was Frankenfurter, though he still has a severely dirty laugh and leer in his voice. Lady of the Lake? Where the hell do they find the next 6' statuesque woman with amazing voice when this one goes? Also, much love for Herbert's father, who even gets to tell the orchestra off...
We now go and stare at Eric Idle until he finishes the Life of Brian musical.
Random note : I have declared undying love for one of the main actors : He has managed to insert in his bio that he has yet to do The Bill or Casualty, but is available for offers. I think he may have read the bio of one of the actors from the Open Air Shakespeare lot, who's the only other person I've seen who's written this.
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megolas has laid claim to the Killer Bunny slippers for xmas. I bought them as a 'random xmas pressie' purchase, told Meg, she promptly went 'MINE!'. Would've got the Fetchez la vache t-shirt if it wasn't in black. (and yes, I will be boring and go 'I still say 'your grandmother is a father christmas' is more obscure and confusing that 'your father smells of elderberries')
King's issued Jack with the marriage ultimatum, so another ball to view the eligible girls. Yes, I'm going to be entirely predictable about how it goes down. Then we get a bit more plot (and another couple of balls) before the ending with shoe. I didn't think I'd have enough plot for the word count, but considering how much just the king issuing the ultimatum took, with Jack being sarky back (over 1k), I think I'm actually going to be going over the word count to get to the shoe-bit. Mind you, I've also got to the point where I can't tell if what I'm writing is complete shite or not.
Feel like shite. Not sure if it's the lack of sleep (trying to get to bed before 2:30am has been difficult for the past two weeks) or lack of water. also feeling like want to throw up, but know I'm not going to. Combine with mild cold and blocked sinuses, and I actually had to ask Morven if I was slurring my words because I couldn't hear myself properly. Oh, self-inflicted illness, I love you so much.
Seriously, seriously need to go looking for pics of ivy to convert into design in photoshop so I can get it to the tattooist. Thought I was going to do it yesterday since had day off, but achieved bugger all aside from nano and going to Spamalot.
Spamalot. So much fun. Also, most odd bit large amounts of audience mouthing large parts of dialogue even though they'd never seen the show. (Holy Hand grenade of Antioch, Swallow + coconuts, Frenchmen, etc.) Some of the songs in act 2 were not really up to snuff, though all were funny. Some bits probably worked on broadway, but west end? er... Biggest one for this was the Jews song - it was hysterical due to actions and 'OMG they said what?', but you still had people looking rather puzzled, since there's no context for it in the UK musicals scene. 'This is the song that goes like this' was fucking fantastic, though - and you all know the tune. Really you do. We <3 Tim Curry. Still difficult to believe that this is the man who was Frankenfurter, though he still has a severely dirty laugh and leer in his voice. Lady of the Lake? Where the hell do they find the next 6' statuesque woman with amazing voice when this one goes? Also, much love for Herbert's father, who even gets to tell the orchestra off...
We now go and stare at Eric Idle until he finishes the Life of Brian musical.
Random note : I have declared undying love for one of the main actors : He has managed to insert in his bio that he has yet to do The Bill or Casualty, but is available for offers. I think he may have read the bio of one of the actors from the Open Air Shakespeare lot, who's the only other person I've seen who's written this.
megolas has laid claim to the Killer Bunny slippers for xmas. I bought them as a 'random xmas pressie' purchase, told Meg, she promptly went 'MINE!'. Would've got the Fetchez la vache t-shirt if it wasn't in black. (and yes, I will be boring and go 'I still say 'your grandmother is a father christmas' is more obscure and confusing that 'your father smells of elderberries')
