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The void is beautiful and I love him
To pet this cat, you have to certify that you are not Anish Kapoor or petting it on his behalf.
When my friends tell me about their latest āget over my ex sexā
yall ever sleep from 1700-2200 and call it a nap bc
i thought this was about years. but yes
Nothing says self care like a 5,000 year long nap
I like haunted houses in theory BUT I have no idea how to react when the actors speak to you. They ask me a question and I just⦠answer itā¦
The scariest part of a haunted house is the unscripted social interaction.
Scary nurse in a creepy voice: āDo you have an appointment to see the doctor?ā
Me: āUh. Do you accept walk-ins?ā
Scary farmer: āI like to kill people!ā
My friend, brightly: āI like to die!ā
Zombie : āAARRRGHā
Me : āDo you get dental insurance?ā
Zombie : āTEETH!!ā
This happened to me.
Scary prison dude: HELLO
Me: Nice to meet you!
Him: (pause) No itās noooooot
My worst horror house experience was when I couldnāt find the (rather obvious) exit and the guy chasing me with a chainsaw stopped, sighed and pointed me to the exit, saying āplease scream as loud as you can when you run out thereā and just left. I disappointed the horror house chainsaw dude and I will never get over that
Guy: They are all my friends.. (motioning to hanging corpses; then grabs a noose) Will you be my friend?Ā Me: Sure totally, you made me a friendship necklace? Oh my god your so sweet?Ā Guy: ⦠Yes.. Please, let me.. I cant I cant just go (laughing).Ā ā Got to walk a second time throughāĀ Same guy: My friends -wailing-Ā Me: I came back I just really wanted to be friends so bad Guy: (laughing more) Please, Im not allowed to laugh.Ā
I went to a Haunted House and literally befriended every actor there.
Specifically, I remember;
There were zombies walking around in the waiting room. I said āHi!ā and he gave me a high five. Every time he passed from then on, I got a high five.
Near the end, there were these twin little girls. āCome play with us.ā They said. āOkay!ā I said. āForever.ā They said. āOh, sorry, canāt do that. Iām busy.ā
I could hear them giggling.
Guy playing Freddie Kruger: Remember, you are all my children!
Me: thanks dad
A small chorus of teenagers: thanks dad
I went to a haunted corn maze once. Someone ran at me with a chainsaw. I just stared at him. He hung his head and walked away. I left.
The Real Horror Is The People We Dissapointed Along The Way
IM CRYING
One time in a haunted house I shouted āoh my godā and the guy playing the Victorian-esque mad doctor replied āyou can just call me doctorā or something like that and a) it was the smoothest fucking thing but b) holy shit I cracked up so hard I wish I could have told him later that that experience will sit with me for life
@dollypĀ shared a story on twitter about refugees after the news of trumpās new ban (which has, thankfully, for the moment been stayed by a federal judge)
āwhy are you sitting in the dark?ā excuse you, Iāve been sitting here all day and it got darkĀ around me; I did not choose this
youāre standing on a life-sized map
why my hand shaky
your skeleton is ready to hatch
this is so fucking ominous thank you
Covering my mirror with a blanket #justeatingdisorderthings
*when people talk shit on headset*
SM: Stand by shade⦠SM: Shade⦠throw.
Actors donāt realize it a lot of the time, but the SM-Actor relationship can be extremely intimate. They trust us so fully to catch them. And we do. We catch them with our blocking notes and well-designed backstage paths, with the breaks we call with stunning regularity. We spend our hours planning how to keep them happy and safe. We watch them and learn their body language: we know when they are having just a slightly off night, or when they are in danger and havenāt realized it yet. Any SM cares for actors. But to really be there for them and for the show, we must fall in love with them a little bit.
An SM answers when an actor calls lineā but the best of us can hear their voice falter and know to look down the moment before they call.
An SM calls cues between lines and blockingā but when we know the actor well enough we speak their lights and sounds into existence as if they were bringing it about themselves. They donāt see us behind that table, but we always see them.
Even if the person-to-person connection is not there, an SM who loves their actors will know how to give comfort when something goes wrong and does so unhesitatingly. Do they need a shoulder to cry on? A stupid joke to laugh off? A person to yell at to vent their frustration? We know, and we understand.Ā
We are their advocate when they are not present, and we do our job solely so that they can do theirs. There is a martyrdom in that, but there is also love. Actors know much of what we do and know that they need us to make their magic happen. But I donāt think they know how deeply we love them.
To all my techs who work with children in theatre
One thing I figured out is if you write signs and hang them back stage, kids are more likely to behave. But they canāt just say āQuiet backstageā or ādonāt touch props that arenāt yours.ā They need to be threatening, but so absurd that no one will actually be offended. Make them as irrational as possible.
Some of my favorites that Iāve made include:
āIf you touch someone elseās prop, I will remove your fingers and sew them back on, but theyāll be backwards so your fingernails are on the insideā
āNo talking back stage or I will take one of your kidneys and sell it so I can pay back my student loansā
āIf you throw your costumes on the floor instead of hanging them back up, I will wear them and you will have to stand center stage and beg me to get them backā
āIf you break a prop, you have to eat it. If you break a prop that isnāt yours, you have to eat it and give me $5ā
āDonāt be loud or Iāll follow you around the halls between your classes yodeling.ā (The show was in a middle school)
It sounds kind of dumb, but if the kids see youāre not actually being mean about asking them to behave and they have a visual reminder, theyāll be more likely to follow it. When I was 11, I was in a production where the SM hung signs that said āQuiet backstageā everywhere, and they felt really passive aggressive so we didnāt listen. Making stupid, impossible threats shows you have a sense of humor, but still need them to be quiet and respect the props.
I also covered mine in dinosaur stickers, and they thought it was cool, so if you have dinosaur stickers, use them
Everybody talks about Anastasia, which is a shame, because itās a far less interesting example of Russian fake heir drama than that whole business with the False Dmitries.
Okay, so Ivan the Terribleās youngest son, Dmitry, was assassinated in 1591 at the age of 8. Fast-forward nine years, and thereās a guy going about Eastern Europe claiming that he is Dmitry, having secretly escaped the assassination attempt and lived in hiding under a false identity ever since. This sort of business isnāt too unusual, but this guy actually pulls it off, managing to gain the Russian throne and rule for nearly eleven months before being dragged from the palace and publicly executed in early 1606. Heād subsequently go down in history as False Dmitry I.
Hereās where it gets interesting. In mid 1607, a second impostor declares himself. Bizarrely, this one doesnāt dispute the first impostorās legitimacy; instead, he claims to be the same guy, having miraculously survived his apparent execution the year before. He somehow wins the political support of False Dmitry Iās widow, and with her vouching for his identity, he gains the allegiance of the Cossacks, rallies an army over 100 000 strong, and tries to ātake backā the throne. Though his march on Moscow ultimately failed, he successfully conquered most of Southeastern Russia, which he would rule until his untimely death in December of 1610, when he was beheaded in a drunken altercation with a Tartar prince. The history books know him as False Dmitry II.
Now jump ahead three months to March of 1611, when a third fucking impostor pops up. Dude apparently just magically appeared from behind a waterfall in goddamn Ivangorod and declared himself Tsar. Following the lead of False Dmitry II, he doesnāt dispute either of the two previous impostors, instead claiming some sort of spiritual reincarnation and/or magical resurrection ā itās not entirely clear which ā to establish himself as the same guy. He must have talked a good game, because he managed to win the support of the same fucking Cossacks who supported False Dmitry IIās claim. Unfortunately, he was a far less able commander, being forced to flee his stronghold only a year later, whereupon he was spirited away to Moscow and secretly executed. Though he never managed to actually rule anything, historians decided to stick to the theme and dubbed him False Dmitry III.
At this point the historical record becomes confused, with some sources asserting there was a fourth False Dmitry, though others insist that the third False Dmitry was simply counted twice due to poor record-keeping. Still, whether weāre talking about three False Dmitries or four, imagine the whole mess from the Tsarās perspective. Dude just wouldnāt stay dead!
You know what I want? I want a show in the style of The Office, only it follows a Production Team at a theatre. Have like an SM, some designers, front of house, an electrician, board ops, and a Michael Scott-esque director who has all these big ideas, and actors that would cycle through every half season or at the end of each season.
Idk just an idea
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The SM just sent this out in the rehearsal report, and I am laughing harder than I have all week.
@indigopersei is the french language just always on the verge of getting someone accused of assault or..?
my friend, if only you knew
Itās a very dangerous language to learn
Hereās an interesting thing about French! Everything needs to have an article in front of it. Thatās why itās āla chatā as opposed to just āchatā. So, for instance, you could say la fille for the girl, or jeune fille for young girl, but you canāt just say fille, because that means you are calling her a sex worker in a derogatory way.
The moral of the story is, if you want to make something rude in French, just take out the article in front of it. Yes, this works for nearly. every. word.
#now Iām wondering how often my high school french teacher was silently screaming because of this little fact
Every year. Every year thereās that kid who forgets that you canāt translateĀ āI am excitedā toĀ āJe suis excitĆ©eā. And every year Monsieur Jordan has to slam the brakes before that kid can finish his sentence and then tactfully ask him not to announce to the class that he is horny.
āis the french language always on the vergeā oh buddy, oh pal, i am so happy to break this news to you:Ā
truly the language of love
Je suis chaud and jāai chaud, another classic
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