Some plays are just odd, and odd things tend to happen... We had a couple of interesting performances...
B tried to light a letter, which did not work, so he threw the letter and the lighter onto a pile of props on stage. After a while the paper lit and smoke started rising. B2 told one of the Frenchies who managed to find the paper and put it out.
Z seemed to arrived drugged, and W and I spent every minute that we could spare watching him making sure that he was okay. Especially when he was carrying the Circular Saw and standing on a platform, swaying to some wind that only he could feel.
A glass getting smashed on stage, where actors had to crawl all over and die. L told me about the glass and so I spent a huge portion of the play trying to sweep up all of the glass.
Instead of hors d'oeuvers I set up little cup-cakes with a candle in one for B's birthday. Seeing all the actors smiling, wanting to eat cake.
Pretending to eat eucalyptus leaves and maybe getting a bit carried away and then later in the evening feeling ever so sleeping and wondering if I was as stoned as a koala.
A door being pulled off it's hinges and having to hold the door shut for the rest of the performance, and when the curtain calls came on, holding it shut with one leg as I bowed and then exited.
These thoughts of mine have been in the draft folder for a long time...
I have had a pair of long green woollen traditional Scottish socks in my car for four days. I think I look ok in a kilt.
I am happy that I have used “had had” and “that that” before in the one post.
I am trying to workout whether to increase debt and fitness or decrease debt and fitness.
I won $12.50 in Tattslotto.
I think the smaller prizes in Tattslotto are larger when there are less participants to share a part in it. Plus it is a waste of money.
I am tired
Work has put up posters saying “Coughs and Sneezes Spread Diseases” I think that they think being well is just as important as war time secrets – Loose Lips Sink Ships. – And if that is the case why cant I have more sick leave?
When you plan some blogs and then put in random blogs, your planned ones don’t make as much sense as they should.
My work colleagues don’t spy on me – they don’t notice odd things in my car that have been in there over a week like baby seats and book shelves.
I’ve had Derek Bourgeois’s song ‘Serenade’ stuck in my head. It was written to be played at his wedding when his wife walked down the aisle. The music starts in 11/8 (3+3+2+3) and then goes into 13/8 (3+3+2+2+3 I think)
Monday was a beautiful spring day, I had arrived at the theatre a couple of hours early, and I thought that I would take the opportunity to have a good rest. I strolled down to the local shops and brought some fruit and orange juice from the IGA and some bread from the bakery, strolled back to the theatre and sat on the grass, with a lovely tall gum tree throwing his shadow over me to protect me from the strong, warm, spring sun.
After reading for quite some time I thought it would be nice to stroll down to the main street for a coffee, so I unfolded my legs and sprang up. But something was not quite right. I looked down, and my feet were struggling to keep me balanced, they turned sidewards and I came crashing down to the ground and a huge ‘crack’ echoed down the street.
I poked both feet and could not feel a thing, they were fast a sleep, and as I started reflecting on the crack I thought that they were both broken.
A few minutes later, took up by slowing finishing off the last of the orange juice, it was clear that I had sprained/twisted/turned by right ankle which was nicely swelling up, but thankfully the left one was fine. The moral of this story is to check if your feet have fallen asleep before standing up.
Two days later filled with comments like ‘That’s a very Andrew way to get injured’ and ‘Some people hurt them selves playing professional sport, some people hurt themselves running a marathon, Andrew hurts himself by standing up’ I have come to the conclusion that some people think that I am clumsy. I’m not, am I? I wouldn’t get hurt more than anyone else…
Here are some quotes that I like, that I have had lying around for a long time...
“Language is part of a person’s character.” – Francis Bacon
Good guy to evil secretary: “How’s the secretary biz these days? Scheduled any first-rate appointments lately?” In Mary Doria Russell’s “The Sparrow”
“Trisha knew who Banquo’s ghost was. She had studied English literature at A-level, and had actually done three months’ teacher training before deciding that she was going to spend her life dealing with juvenile delinquents she would rather do it with full powers of arrest.” Page 352 Ben Elton’s ‘Dead Famous’
The safest way to double your money is to fold it over once and put it in your pocket. - Kin Hubbard
I've got a backlog of posts that have never been published. This is from March 2009.
Hello my name is Andrew and I have a problem. I used to like Weird Al and would listen to him whenever any of my flat mates would put on a CD. However I have not listened to his music for years when I found “Running With Scissors” hiding in my room last December, I became obsessed. I can now sing The Saga Begins, My Baby’s In Love With Eddie Vedder, Truck Drivin’ Song and Albuquerque almost perfectly.
Well I thought I would buy another of his CD’s and I now have two more favourite songs. One is Ode to a Superhero. It is sung to the tune of Billy Joel’s Piano Man
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man Sing us a song tonight Well, were all in the mood for a melody And you’ve got us feelin’ alright
Ode to a Superhero
Poor Peter Parker was pitiful Couldn't have been any shier Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him Even if his hair was on fire
Sling us a web you're the Spiderman Sling us a web tonight 'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now And there's evil-doers to fight
I love how Weird Al Yankovic tells the stories of movies to music. But what is more enjoyable is his songs that are full of clever insights and word play such as
A Complicated Song to the tune of Avril Lavigne’s Complicated.
Pizza all day And every day This cheese 'round the clock Is gettin' me blocked And I sure don't care For irregularity
Tell me Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated? 'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated, in the bathroom I sit and I wait and I strain and I sweat and I clench and I feel the pain Oh, should I take laxatives or have my colon irrigated? No no no