No Time for Love, Dr. Jones
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:13 amQuick notes before bed.
Nothing for a few days now. Nothing but Ian W. Hill's Hamlet to do. No cat blogging. No random 10.
The cards, incredibly, showed up today. We weren't guaranteed delivery before next Tuesday, which would have been disappointing, but they left Louisville, KY at 3.34 am yesterday (Friday) and arrived at our door at 7.09 pm. Nice. Folks, I highly recommend overnightprints.com for postcards. Really. The work is good, the interface is easy, and they are indeed FAST.
Tonight, Qui Nguyen staged all the fights, including the final foil duel between Adam and I. It will be great, once Adam and I practice it as much as we can in the next few days. The other fights are all now cleaner and better, too.
Tomorrow, Karen Flood shows up to work costumes, and we run the show as much as we can. And then Adam and I run the foil duel. Again and again.
Sunday, Berit and I run around and find or buy everything we don't have for the show yet. After 10 pm at The Brick, we build and paint the platforms.
Monday, we tech all day and night.
Tuesday we open.
Wednesday, I stay collapsed as long as I can until I have to work at The Brick that night.
I DO love this life. Sometimes it's hard to remember why.
Berit is winding down now with her birthday present from her parents, Guitar Hero II for the PS2, so she is rocking out with her own bad self. Apparently, according to the game, her "needle is all the way in ROCK!" Oh, wait, this is adorable, Hooker is rubbing up against her legs and ankles, being all luvvy as she's trying to rock with "You Really Got Me" and she's yelling at him and he's just loving her more. Awwwwwwww.
I will shortly wind down by climbing into bed with my script and a can of Moxie and going over my lines again and again. They're all in there - I've run all the scenes on my own multiple times without mistakes, but I keep screwing up on my feet, doing it. This has to stop. Now.
But we are happy - everything is getting done and will be ready on time, if only just, but it's going to be there.
More when I can handle it.
Nothing for a few days now. Nothing but Ian W. Hill's Hamlet to do. No cat blogging. No random 10.
The cards, incredibly, showed up today. We weren't guaranteed delivery before next Tuesday, which would have been disappointing, but they left Louisville, KY at 3.34 am yesterday (Friday) and arrived at our door at 7.09 pm. Nice. Folks, I highly recommend overnightprints.com for postcards. Really. The work is good, the interface is easy, and they are indeed FAST.
Tonight, Qui Nguyen staged all the fights, including the final foil duel between Adam and I. It will be great, once Adam and I practice it as much as we can in the next few days. The other fights are all now cleaner and better, too.
Tomorrow, Karen Flood shows up to work costumes, and we run the show as much as we can. And then Adam and I run the foil duel. Again and again.
Sunday, Berit and I run around and find or buy everything we don't have for the show yet. After 10 pm at The Brick, we build and paint the platforms.
Monday, we tech all day and night.
Tuesday we open.
Wednesday, I stay collapsed as long as I can until I have to work at The Brick that night.
I DO love this life. Sometimes it's hard to remember why.
Berit is winding down now with her birthday present from her parents, Guitar Hero II for the PS2, so she is rocking out with her own bad self. Apparently, according to the game, her "needle is all the way in ROCK!" Oh, wait, this is adorable, Hooker is rubbing up against her legs and ankles, being all luvvy as she's trying to rock with "You Really Got Me" and she's yelling at him and he's just loving her more. Awwwwwwww.
I will shortly wind down by climbing into bed with my script and a can of Moxie and going over my lines again and again. They're all in there - I've run all the scenes on my own multiple times without mistakes, but I keep screwing up on my feet, doing it. This has to stop. Now.
But we are happy - everything is getting done and will be ready on time, if only just, but it's going to be there.
More when I can handle it.