With the performance well and truly over now, it’s always nice to get feedback from other people. The feedback that I have had back hasn’t been great but as ridiculous as this is going to sound it’s actually very good. Let me elaborate. The show was called the Seven Deadly Sins, so the show was going to have some questionable material in it. I say questionable, it has to be when it comes to some old prunes. If the class had of come along and seen it, I can quite bravely say you wouldn’t have even battered an eyelid. Mascared or not. Maybeline or Priceline discount bin.
The opening piece was from a show called “Side Show”, nothing to objectionable. Next off the rank was myself with my piece “Welcome to Hell”. Not particularly exciting, but apparently a woman walked out of the school of arts and as she left she said to the person at the door “Hell is nothing like that”. One has to wonder how the hell she would know, but then stranger things have happened…. Like Britney’s comeback performance.
Secondly the opening of the second half of the show was always going to be exciting to say the least. It involved our “penis” that’s pianist for those of who speak the Queens English. Our pianist played a beautiful rendition of a prelude from Chopin, all of a suddenly you would hear this loud burp from the back of the hall; then some silence then another burp. Next you hear some vulgar man basically insulting members of the audience who generally lap it up. It’s amazing how many people you can insult when you’re in a theatre. Anyway the character is Sir. Les. For those not familiar he was originally played by Sir. Barry Humphries who also is Dame Edna. Anyway Sir. Les is a real vulgar and rude obnoxious Australian. So you can just imagine some of the antidotes that he is going to come out with. Turns out later that some woman found it extremely offensive, especially the burping through the pianist’s recital.
Arrived at TAFE on the Thursday to dip my toes into the exciting pool of Flickr and Slideflickr, but instead dipped my toes into a great vast vat of plant oils before they add the food colouring and turn it into margarine. I think that say’s it all. Next week we are going to experiment with RSS; it sounds like something you get when you use the mouse to much, or if you’re an extraordinarily lonely male with no girlfriend and constantly on Dungeons and Dragons in the middle of the night. That’s not me besides the way, I was never into Dungeons and Dragons at school I didn’t understand it, plus most of the time all we had were the really old Macs and they just frightened me at school. True story. They were tiny little beige boxes, and every time you switched them on they would always chime and little happy computer face would appear on the screen. It was a little to Stephen King IT for me. I realise I digress from the original story line which was RSS – Repetitive Strain Syndrome. This is obviously not what we are learning in our information technology class, but a little program that feeds updated information into your computer. Just what we need really, we’re already overloaded with information, and now we don’t even have to open up Internet Explorer or touch the mouse. Actually now that I write this one could almost say that the information technology RSS is strangely related to the syndrome RSS. Let me explain my idea. With the advent of RSS on our computers, there is less chance of us contracting RSS. Think about it.
Off to Newcastle for a wedding. No, not me unfortunately. My day hasn’t come yet and we’re healthily debating whether or not we’ll end up in a church or some beach in Bali. The idea of walking down the aisle, bouquet in hand, a Cheshire cat smile on the face, a soprano singing Ave Maria from afar and all eyes on me for that short stride. All eyes on me! It’s all about me!
Need a toilet stop, never enough on the freeway, what am I supposed to do …..
Gossip Girl
XOXO
… please don’t be a pit toilet, I have awful dreams of falling down into one and not being able to get out. It’s a whole Slumdog Millionaire moment.
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