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itsallovernowSo, I'm a stickler for perfection in artistic endeavors (those of you who have seen my beta free efforts may be sniggering right now, but I do strive for it, even if I rarely achieve it). This can be a problem when you're working in a group. And I definitely make as many mistakes as everyone else, but it's no less frustrating. But we made it through rehearsal on Saturday for our big show, and despite the exhaustion, it went pretty well.
The typical sniping occurred, the choruses of, "But I don't know the dance," to which I reply, "You should, you've been here since it was choreographed, but don't want to be responsbile if you fuck it up so get over it;" the "I'm tired and want to go home" complaints, the "but I've always done it this way," and "well, then you've always been doing it wrong!" and the Pavlovian response to our director heading towards the CD player - which generally means she's going to stop the music, tell us what we've screwed up and make us start again, but is sometimes just an effort to turn down the volume, but still results in us stopping mid-step and fumbling and bumbling into each other.
We just have to make it through the next two weeks without screaming at each other.
Had a quiet, TV free Friday night. New books and brie and apples and Black Cat Ale all by myself in the house, which was lovely. Less lovely was LJ eating the end of the chapter of Blue Eyes, which I'd written straight into LJ as if I wanted to tempt the fates, or watch them pass judgement on the chapter.
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farscapefriday, I decided to watch Self Inflicted Wounds, but fell asleep half way through. Still, everytime I watch it, I catch new things, revel in new moments, and just miss the damned show! The quiet exchanges between John and Aeryn, all that control, and he knows how pissed off she is, but still trusts the Pathfinders, that it took that much to learn that lesson. "I watched all kinds of Star Trek, it's just the order they're in."
Taught yesterday, and then decided that I was tired of living like a 19 year old frat boy and went on a furniture quest, which just freaked me out even more. I used to be very dismissive of the need to decorate and to primp up one's dwelling unless some odd urge struck me, like the Pompeian red walls. And I do want to paint a mural in the other room, but it would involved moving a boatload of stuff, and I'm too busy to care that much. But now, I want furniture. Just little things. An extra towel rack, a real night stand, shiny pillows for the living room. The demise of the world's ugliest coffee table. Really. It is. I think I'm going to have to enlist the help of my mother when she's here this weekend. I just don't know how to do this decorating thing.
Missed Alias because I thought I'd be home in time and forgot to set the VCR. Sigh. But I did watch cutie Jamie Oliver become bewildered by his students while M. cleaned. I was just as happy to watch M. clean. But now I wish I'd taped Alias.
The typical sniping occurred, the choruses of, "But I don't know the dance," to which I reply, "You should, you've been here since it was choreographed, but don't want to be responsbile if you fuck it up so get over it;" the "I'm tired and want to go home" complaints, the "but I've always done it this way," and "well, then you've always been doing it wrong!" and the Pavlovian response to our director heading towards the CD player - which generally means she's going to stop the music, tell us what we've screwed up and make us start again, but is sometimes just an effort to turn down the volume, but still results in us stopping mid-step and fumbling and bumbling into each other.
We just have to make it through the next two weeks without screaming at each other.
Had a quiet, TV free Friday night. New books and brie and apples and Black Cat Ale all by myself in the house, which was lovely. Less lovely was LJ eating the end of the chapter of Blue Eyes, which I'd written straight into LJ as if I wanted to tempt the fates, or watch them pass judgement on the chapter.
Ballet, and then rehearsal all day on Saturday, and then an attempt to go to a party. We made it to the party, but I was so tired we only stayed for a little bit, and then inspired by my
farscapefriday, I decided to watch Self Inflicted Wounds, but fell asleep half way through. Still, everytime I watch it, I catch new things, revel in new moments, and just miss the damned show! The quiet exchanges between John and Aeryn, all that control, and he knows how pissed off she is, but still trusts the Pathfinders, that it took that much to learn that lesson. "I watched all kinds of Star Trek, it's just the order they're in."Taught yesterday, and then decided that I was tired of living like a 19 year old frat boy and went on a furniture quest, which just freaked me out even more. I used to be very dismissive of the need to decorate and to primp up one's dwelling unless some odd urge struck me, like the Pompeian red walls. And I do want to paint a mural in the other room, but it would involved moving a boatload of stuff, and I'm too busy to care that much. But now, I want furniture. Just little things. An extra towel rack, a real night stand, shiny pillows for the living room. The demise of the world's ugliest coffee table. Really. It is. I think I'm going to have to enlist the help of my mother when she's here this weekend. I just don't know how to do this decorating thing.
Missed Alias because I thought I'd be home in time and forgot to set the VCR. Sigh. But I did watch cutie Jamie Oliver become bewildered by his students while M. cleaned. I was just as happy to watch M. clean. But now I wish I'd taped Alias.
