Pleeeaaasse publish, for the love of god…
by krisis
Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Pleeeaaasse publish, for the love of god…
by krisis
by krisis
The illustrious and life-altering survivorBlog2 has finally ended… or, at least, it’s come to a grinding hault as we await the reporting of the final vote to be cast. I can’t think of anything else i’ve been that tangled up in in terms of competition and the people involved, and i definitely came away with some amazing friends. The funniest thing? I wasn’t even a daily reader of Ernie’s LittleYellowDifferent at the time and might not have even known he was accepting applications if not for Brad‘s offhanded mention of applying. I was convinced an asshole like him would never get picked, and so i applied for the hell of it. Wouldn’t you know… we both wound up on the log, but i spent more time kissing ass while i was around and wound up bitching less after i got kicked off then he did while he was around. Of course, Brad quit, so maybe he would have went on to win it all … we’ll never know. Anyway, now it’s just another piece of internet history, and i’m still here. Here doesn’t ever really change, does it? I always find my way back…
by krisis
Damnit, this should be all posted already. Why does the internet hate me? Argh…
by krisis
I’m always preaching about how i find beauty in imperfections, and there were three distinct beauty marks on my part in the show. Two of them were ugly and misplaced, but one of them was shining and perfect – it reminded me of that mole on Cindy Crawford’s lip.
The first mess-up that mars my memory of the show is my classic blunder on opening night, where i totally forget the second verse of my solo song. Normally i love to make mistakes while solo on the stage, because then it’s solely my job to fix them, but in this situation i was trapped because my accompaniment was a taped piano. Even though i made up a whole verse on the spot, and even though i hardly ever broke character in the process, i felt trapped by the piano pounded forward while i was still spinning my mental wheels in the mud.
The second blunder was totally the opposite. In our sneak preview Laurel started a scene with the wrong monologue … one that came later in the scene after i made a crucial entrance where my hand would be injured for the whole of the play. With half the cast on the stage, we were sent into a panic. The intelligent thing to do would be to wait Laurel’s monologue out, and then replay the part of the scene that came beforehand, but with so many people present we could hardly communicate our intention. As it was the scene just blundered along without me, and i was left to my own devices to get my hand injured onstage and then get my ass to center to talk to Laurel. Everything got done, but it was sloppy and could have been pulled off without a hitch if everyone had thought it through better.
My favourite mistake was with Laurel, and it happened twice. There are a handful of scenes … three or four short exchanges … that hinged solely on Laurel and I. We would have total control of the stage on which no one else could intrude until we resolved our lines. In one instance i dropped a line, and in another she dropped hers, but both times we maintained eye contact and fixed things. Once i had to go back and redo a line so the audience would hear it, and Laurel stood ready with her response. The other time the ball was in Laurel’s court and i let her know that i wouldn’t say a thing until she gave a line to let me know where the scene stood. Both times the transition from lines to mistake to fix to lines was so smooth that the rest of the cast had to ask what happened afterwards.
Laurel never loses control of the stage; it’s a skill i could stand to learn a bit better.