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"And I'll Come Back Triumphant-LEE!"
Jan. 15th, 2004 12:43 amI think I have uploaded all my fics to my site - most of them, of a certainty.
Wish me luck on my play tomorrow! ^_^
Wish me luck on my play tomorrow! ^_^
Jan. 15th, 2004
Today, visited the farm show complex for my play. O_o For some reason, our group was doing a play on the atom bomb at an event where we were supposed to be doing light drama on vegetables and livestock. We are indeed a strange few.
'Tany rate, it went remarkably well (the loudspeaker came on in the middle of my monologue x_x) and it was over quickly. But we're doing it again next Thursday for a public school.
Still v. disturbed that I am playing an old grandfather poet fellow, with purple pigtails.
After the play we went to look at ducks, chickens, turkeys, and rabbits. As Waen raises chickens, she wanted to see that sort of thing, and it was interesting, yepyep. There were four ducks in cages in a square and they were all facing each other and quacking at the top of their little ducky lungs, and the following came to pass:
"Why, it's a little cabal, muttering together! Lieutenants Kennedy, Buckland, Bush, and Hornblower!"
A moment later, we came upon several ducks trying to stick their heads up through the top bars of their cages:
"Mistah Hobbs, get us out of here now! That's an order!"
The rabbits... They had French Angoras!!! And there was one that was a sort of platinum blonde colour, so I decided it was Enjolras. V. Enjolraic. It gave us a disgusted look when we petted it.
And there was also a little one with tiny laid-back ears, and it looked so adorable, but it had Ebil!eyes. V. upsetting.
When we were going home, Maria (better known as Masha, to avoid mix-ups with the other Maria) kept telling Mum to honk the horn at all the other drivers. And it was decided that when Masha got her driver's license, she was going to be Maria Hornblower. At that point she started threatening us all.
We also rented the Metropolitan Opera videotape of La Boheme, with wonderful squishable James Morris as Colline. It was the most wonderful thing. I <3 James Morris to the extreme. Still, shall not be renouncing the Bernadette Peters love, which is stronger. But when Marcello swung Musetta up in his arms and whirled around, Colline and Schaunard looked at each other and then did the same thing. OMG OTP!!!!!!111!!!11one!! They were the cutest thing ever. Omiguh. And then again when they're dancing together in Act IV. It was so adorable.
All in all, v. splendid day.
EDIT: Have been searching all over the internet for the Archy and Mehitabel poem to prove my belief that Enjolras was reincarnated as a cockroach. So far no luck. Suspect search may be in vain, as have been at it for a week with no results.
'Tany rate, it went remarkably well (the loudspeaker came on in the middle of my monologue x_x) and it was over quickly. But we're doing it again next Thursday for a public school.
Still v. disturbed that I am playing an old grandfather poet fellow, with purple pigtails.
After the play we went to look at ducks, chickens, turkeys, and rabbits. As Waen raises chickens, she wanted to see that sort of thing, and it was interesting, yepyep. There were four ducks in cages in a square and they were all facing each other and quacking at the top of their little ducky lungs, and the following came to pass:
"Why, it's a little cabal, muttering together! Lieutenants Kennedy, Buckland, Bush, and Hornblower!"
A moment later, we came upon several ducks trying to stick their heads up through the top bars of their cages:
"Mistah Hobbs, get us out of here now! That's an order!"
The rabbits... They had French Angoras!!! And there was one that was a sort of platinum blonde colour, so I decided it was Enjolras. V. Enjolraic. It gave us a disgusted look when we petted it.
And there was also a little one with tiny laid-back ears, and it looked so adorable, but it had Ebil!eyes. V. upsetting.
When we were going home, Maria (better known as Masha, to avoid mix-ups with the other Maria) kept telling Mum to honk the horn at all the other drivers. And it was decided that when Masha got her driver's license, she was going to be Maria Hornblower. At that point she started threatening us all.
We also rented the Metropolitan Opera videotape of La Boheme, with wonderful squishable James Morris as Colline. It was the most wonderful thing. I <3 James Morris to the extreme. Still, shall not be renouncing the Bernadette Peters love, which is stronger. But when Marcello swung Musetta up in his arms and whirled around, Colline and Schaunard looked at each other and then did the same thing. OMG OTP!!!!!!111!!!11one!! They were the cutest thing ever. Omiguh. And then again when they're dancing together in Act IV. It was so adorable.
All in all, v. splendid day.
EDIT: Have been searching all over the internet for the Archy and Mehitabel poem to prove my belief that Enjolras was reincarnated as a cockroach. So far no luck. Suspect search may be in vain, as have been at it for a week with no results.
"Do you know the story of the Turnip King?
The Turnip King
The Turnip King lived with his queen in a palace made of dirt. He was a dreadful tyrant and all of the vegetables hated him. Then, one day, the farmer came, and grabbed the Turnip King. The Turnip King shouted, "I am the Turnip King! You cannot eat me!" But the farmer didn't listen and instead mashed him into a fine turnip stew. The rest of the vegetables rejoiced, and stormed the Turnip King's palace. They look the Turnip Queen, and the Turnip King's mistress, and the Turnip King's bastard son, and left them out for the bunnies. And from that day on, the vegetables were ruled by an elected potato."
The Turnip King
The Turnip King lived with his queen in a palace made of dirt. He was a dreadful tyrant and all of the vegetables hated him. Then, one day, the farmer came, and grabbed the Turnip King. The Turnip King shouted, "I am the Turnip King! You cannot eat me!" But the farmer didn't listen and instead mashed him into a fine turnip stew. The rest of the vegetables rejoiced, and stormed the Turnip King's palace. They look the Turnip Queen, and the Turnip King's mistress, and the Turnip King's bastard son, and left them out for the bunnies. And from that day on, the vegetables were ruled by an elected potato."
