No matter how witty it sounds at 5:05, i assure you that when you get home past midnight you no longer want to blog about it.
Also, someone should eventually teach me how to flirt, and how to keep my big dumb mouth shut.
Goodnight.
Personal
I sit just off the set on Stage Right on headset, right at the foot of the stairs that the actors use to get up to the second level of the performance space. I have the perfect profile shot of them as they aim their intentions at the audience, so that i catch the tiny flinches and thrusts they are making that don’t ever make it out past the lip of the stage. Tonight Gina climbed the stairs to close out the first act with her a cappella lullabye, and there was something about it that just sent a hush over our typically active end-of-act headset conversations. At first she was unsure and fragile, but as the chorus rose her voice did too, until it crested as it poured out of her in waves of perfect vibrato, only to slowly fade away again afterwards.
The first thing i said on headset when she closed her mouth was “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what convinced me to do theatre.”
Meanwhile, longtime favourite Torrez makes my life easier … and i don’t usually go for this oversimplification bullshit, either. Also, Josi has hilarious taste in Enron articles.
The whole point of the Crushed sidebar is to link people that i read multiple times a day, every day. Sometimes it surprises me. It definitely surprised me when occasionally surfing through Bloggie-Nominee Daily Sardonicism turned into a daily ritual; ditto on My Blue House, which even returned my link (twice!). My latest surprise is Six Foot 6′, a log i’ve always been peripherally aware of but have never really read. Following a discussion of design on GangBang i visited for the first time in a long time a couple of weeks ago, and tonight it occurred to me that i had been clicking through to Ryan from Alison every day since then with more regularity than i read some of the blogs on my own sidebar. So, on he goes. Also, the return of Not So Soft, because i really love to read Meg at least once a day and i tend to forget otherwise.
I’d also like to note that if you aren’t on the sidebar it doesn’t mean i don’t love or read you… it’s honestly just for people who either update more than daily, or who i don’t ever remember to surf to otherwise. So, much love to all of my various other daily reads, including Re, Ernie, Kevin, Benjy, Eve, Brendan, Kat, ClosetBoy, Glacier, Wrong, CityStories, & Verdezza. Despite sidebar indications to the contrary, you are all still very much being crushed upon ;)
Point being, do not expect me to post any hearts hidden in trees. Or, um… yeah. I’m going to go do some actual work now. Right. No more crushing. For, like, twenty minutes, at least.