2001-05-07
|| 4:11 p.m.
Just another Manic Monday
Ugh. I've got a Yuppie food stamp to last me 'til Thursday. Not so bad, right? Right, except that it's borrowed. Oh well... Yesterday was our last show in Montr�al for the year, and our last show at Royal Vale ever. Next year, we're at the DB Clarke Theatre in Con U downtown. Slightly smaller, a lot less expensive, *way* better facilities. Maybe I won't be hacking my arms up quite so much with the curtains there... A small series of disasters made for a fairly stressful backstage experience yesterday, but we pulled through nonetheless. A cast party with a musical theatre company is a *very* different experience than that of a normal acting troupe. There's a *lot* more karaoke, first of all... Next year's Pirates of Penzance. Everybody come, 'kay? ********** I'm in need of new music. I've pinpointed what I want to buy, and I'm just waiting for a paycheque that *won't dissapear into the Man's coffers the same day as I receive it. Here's my list. If anyone knows that one or more of these really suck, let me know before I blo my hard-earned ducats... Sophie B Hawkins: Timbre (the Trumpet Swan/Rykodisc imprint) Bif Naked: I Bificus Yelo Molo The New Catherine Durand The Edge of the Night: Rissian Goth Compilation The new Nancy Dumais Just about anything from the Paperboys Tanzwut That's all I can think of for now... ********** Heh. The director of strategic alliances just came by to discuss something, and simply stared at my whiteboard. Because it's an open-concept office, I write my notes in Futhark. That way, visitor's won't be able to see if I've got proprietary info up there. Director: Are we supposed to be able to read that? cf: Nope. Director: Oh. Okay... At least I know it works...
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