What in the name of all things bright and good were they thinking?

Okay, so I haven't posted in a while. Things have been rather hectic as of late and quite frankly, posting entries hasn't been that high on my list. Still, this has brought me out of hermitage.

Sometimes one bumps into curious things on the internet. This was one of those links that popped up in a completely unrelated quest, but I was caught off-guard by it and took a look. It seems like those brilliant minds at America's Next Top Model did a theme week on Death Scenes. What's even more ridiculous than the generally offensive "sexy women who have been brutally murdered" theme is the absurdity of the featured commentary by the judges. Take a look. Read the comments. Shake your head. If need be, change the channel.

It baffles the mind.

Not Without Some Pressure

The run of Me and My Girl is underway and I'm currently wrapping up our brief break before starting it up again tomorrow. It's gone well enough, though not without its flubs. I collided with a set piece when exiting into a very dark wing on the first night. I'm sure the audience saw me run off and then heard, Crash! Smash! Bang! Bang! Badum-Bum-Bash! followed by a little voice saying, "Are you okay?" I wasn't hurt, having spent all of the smashing time staying on my feet, but my shiny patent shoes were a bit scraped up. Ug.

Of course, my friend John, who plays the lead, is immensely funny, so that's really all that matters. I just have to wander on and off behaving like a spoiled brat. It's all good.

I'm currently bogged down with paperwork for work, once again, and trying desperately to muster up the motivation to get it all done. Of course, it will get done because it must get done. That's really all there is to it.

Finally, here's something I've found amusing for some time. Some of you may already know about it. It's the Material Safety Data Sheet for Softsoap Antibacterial Hand Soap that hangs in the staff bathroom at work. Remember that it's for soap. If you look closely, you'll see that it's Flash Point is "Not established". I figure, if your soap has caught fire, you have much bigger issues to deal with. My favourite, though is that, under the heading of "Exposure Controls / Personal Protection" it says to "Avoid skin and eye contact", and that "The use of safety goggles and protective gloves is recommended for potential exposure to product". Yes, we should wear gloves and avoid skin contact with our SOAP. Hahahaha! What are these people thinking?

So there you have it. Another oddity I've discovered in my travels.

Briefly, When Said

Okay, here you go. I'm going to slam out a post in three minutes or less. Rocky Horror went remarkably well. The audiences were full and full of energy and seemed to enjoy themselves immensely. I expected to have a good time doing the show, but it was far more fun than I had forseen. What a blast. Riff-Raff turned out to be a very physically demanding role (don't even think about Richard O'Brien in the movie, because I wasn't much like that at all). The theatre has this staircase that runs up the centre of it from the main floor up to the balcony, and up and down this staircase I threw myself with alarming frequency. After doing double shows (with a mere 20 minutes or so between) on both Friday and Saturday nights, I was pretty much aching in every muscle group. Still, completely worth it!

Now I'm a few days from the opening of Me and My Girl. Tonight, my friend Tracy and I wound up in gales of laughter backstage because of a running and rambling dialogue we tend to have these days when we're working together. Be not mistaken: I do not use the term "gales of laughter" lightly. Both of us were aching in the gut and tearing in the eyes from our laughter. Don't ask; there's no way I could explain it in a way to make it seem funny to anyone else.

There. My time is up. You've got the basic scoop. Now I'm going to bed.