The site came up unexpectedly an hour or so ago. It shut down RIGHT in the middle of me uploading new files. Now I’m not sure how much I got up and how much I’ll have to do again. BLOODY BLOODY BLOODY BLOOD!
If I didn’t have to rename and alter nearly six hundred files to do so, I would defect to an independent site this very minute. I’m freaking tired of this.
Here are the new comic and Rant:
Monday, August 17, 2009: Fringiness
I am a bad person; I didn’t post last week. I blame the fact that last weekend was, time-wise, the weekend from hell; it started with a play performance, went on to include hiking and karaoke (both absolutely necessary), and ended on Monday with a plane trip back to Toronto. Since then, I’ve been struggling to finish the work I really should have finished weeks ago so that my boss won’t kill me. (I met with her, and she didn’t kill me, luckily. In fact, she seemed to think I’d done well. Huh.)
Belatedly, then, I proudly present:
What I Learned at the Calgary Fringe Festival
1) If you store a $2,500 keyboard, an $800 amp, a nice bookcase, and a bunch of knickknacks backstage during a theatrical run, what is actually going to be stolen is a biscuit tin (returned the next day), a small black purse with nothing in it, a plastic dinosaur, and a pen.
2) Musical murder mysteries attract a decidedly more aged demographic than one might expect.
3) It is fun to discover this fact two days into the run of a play featuring the untimely demise of an impotent old man with hair in unsightly places.
4) It is also fun to realise that for plot-related reasons, you have specified that this impotent old man is all of sixty-two.
5) One never remembers what hilarious things one can do with a slide whistle until after such a memory would be useful.
6) Theater-goers do not laugh in the right places. That is…their laughter is appreciated, but it is not always expected, and they tend not to laugh at the actual scripted jokes but instead at the lines you do not realise are jokes until five hours after the end of opening night, and then only because you are lying awake, trying to figure out what everyone was laughing at.
7) When someone steals your biscuit tin, and you are forced to rely upon an emergency package of cookies from the corner store because the biscuits are essential to the play and cannot, even in such dire straits, be mimed, take the damn cookies out of the damn crinkly plastic wrapper and put them in someone’s damn shoe or something so that the audience can hear the damn dialogue over the resulting deafening racket.
8 ) There is little that cannot be accomplished with electrical tape and ingenuity, with an emphasis upon the former.
9) That one actor is not going to remember that one line. Let it go. Leeeeet iiiiiiit gooooo…
10) When everyone is screaming with laughter, even the sudden and disastrous implosion of an entire crucial song can apparently be forgiven.