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Friday, March 23, 2007

Nervous Energy Personified

I really shouldn't be writing right now, it's nearly one in the morning and I have to be up at quarter to nine tomorrow, but since I can't sleep I figured I'd come and bug my readers for a while. Sorry everyone, humor me.

I should mention now that I'm not going to be able to write much for the next few weeks here as I've just gotten a lead in the play "While the Lights Were Out" which is a "comedy-murder farce" or something...

Anyway, I play Sergeant Alma Threedle (yes, that's really her name) who is the assistant of Detective Inspector Benjamin Braddock. The only problem is, Detective Inspector Benjamin Braddock is a bit like that detective from the Pink Panther movies (whose name I can't spell, and am not going to try at 1:00 AM) which leaves his assistant, Sergeant Alma Threedle, to basically solve the entire case herself by taking notes for a detective novel she's writing.

Yes, that's right everyone, I get to solve the murder. Not only that, but I get to point a pistol at several different characters while doing it. I start out as sort of a side character, that the audience doesn't really notice all that much, since all I'm doing is taking notes and observing. As soon as Lord Clive Wickenham (yes, that really is his name, interesting names in this play) gets murdered, however, I never shut up.

ninety-eight pages in this script, NINETY-EIGHT. There are only six I don't have a line on. This means that I speak at least once on ninety-two pages of script.

I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!


I should probably spare you anymore of my very early morning ramblings. I did ask you to humor me, this is my first actual lead and to be honest I'm a bit nervous...we had the read-through on Thursday and I managed to stub my toe twice, and mis-pronounce the word "examine" (I believe I said "examinated"). I was all excited and hyper, but insanly frightened all at once. I think that's how it's going to be for the rest of the show's run. The most fun I've had in a while, but probably the most nerve-wracking as well. Nervous energy personified, that'll be me for the next month.

Do you know what happened while the lights were out?


Thursday, March 15, 2007

Ethan Frome: A Review


That pretty much sums up my feelings on this book. Either that or snoring. Honestly, I can see what the author was going for in righting this; a bittersweet, dark, realistic portrayal of human life and effects love can have on it. The ending had sort of a Romeo and Juliet feel to it, except that those two actually knew what they were doing. Unlike Ethan and Mattie.

Ah yes, Ethan and Mattie. The two most boring characters in literary history. Ethan has some dimension to him, mainly because the rather stalkerish narrator decides to tell us every tiny thought that goes through his head. Really, how the hell does a mechanic know what the guy is thinking? Clearly we have a mind reading, stalker on our hands here, which would have seriously helped the plot of this book along.

Plot you ask? There's a plot to this? Apparently, there's suppose to be. Personally, I think it got lost in the snow and hit with a tree...or was that Mattie? We'll never know for sure. The story follows the life of the young, handsome, hopelessly trapped farmer Ethan Frome and his quest to find...something. Actually, thinking about it now, he doesn't really have a quest, he mostly just wants to cheat on his dragon-lady wife Zeena with her beautiful cousin Mattie. Sound like a soap opera? It's either that or a fantasy sci-fi thriller (Am I the only one who thought Zeena was the name of a warrior princess?)

Anyway, after Ethan spends a few chapters venting, writing goodbye letters, and deciding it's all hopeless, he decides to head out to the train station with his precious Mattie, who is being sent home by his evil Zeena. The two eventually decide that they can't live without each other, and since life is meaningless, decide to commit suicide together a la Romeo and Juliet.

Here's where it gets interesting. At this point in the "novel" you're so incredibly sick of the main characters that you're really looking forward to their brutal taking of their own lives. MY GOD would that have been satisfying! But no, this is not to be. Turns out Ethan and Mattie are even worse faliures then they made themselves out to be, so much in fact, that they can't even die correctly!

Their plan: Slide down a snowy hill on a sled, and hit a tree.

Execution: Went well...for a while.

Results: They lived. What the hell, they lived. They became permanently crippled for life, never able to leave the bleak atmosphere that is apparently Starkfield, Massachusetts. Their trapped, meaningless existence quickly turns into a permanent life of absolute misery. How fun.

So, to sum it all up. It's a dull, boring, depressing as hell little novel, that gives little hope to the characters and the readers, and does nothing to boost the image of New England. In short, leave the whole tragic romance thing to Shakespeare, at least he know how to make it interesting.

Rant now over.

Aloha people,


Sunday, March 11, 2007

To Nelly, Signed David Tennant

OH. MY. GOD. It came.

Oh my God, oh my God.


I currently hold, in my possession a picture of scottish actor David Tennant in character as the Doctor. Normal, right? Anyone can get a hold of a picture of the Doctor, just Google image it. Especially with series three starting up in a few weeks, picture of the Doctor are pretty common. Nothing too huge to be excited about.


This picture is different, FAR different from your average picture of the Doctor. In the top left hand corner, in permanent marker just under a shot of a flying TARDIS are the words "To Nelly" in what I assume is David Tennant's handwriting. At the bottom of the picture is what I assume is "David Tennant" though looking at the signature now...it could very well be "Dale Tengu"...


...or Dale Tengu, depending on how you look at it.


...and spelled my name right.


That's all I have for now. I have to go lead a Brownie Girl Scout luncheon now, wish me luck with that (AHHHH!) if I don't come back alive, let it be my last will and testament here that I want to be buried with my signed picture of DT...no one else can TOUCH it!!!