Misadventures of a Bookworm @theblondmansdiary - Tumblr Blog

Ive been counting down the days until I could reblog this

So I’ve made it a tradition to do a cheesy “Venture Bros.” Valentine’s Day card every year since 2010. Here’s mine for this year with the past cards. I’m so glad I could put in a little extra time and effort into this year’s card. They look so much nicer when I do.

Yummy! ♥

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shrekyourself

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nudityandnerdery

How The Face Changes With Shifting A Light Source

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13th (2016)

Dir. Ava DuVernay

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

He tries to ignore the shortcomings in Doc’s parenting, at first. In the beginning, he’d taken it as the understandable failings of a first-time father — an emotionally callous comment here, a forgotten promise there. But soon enough, they begin to pile up, piecing together like a quilt of subtle emotional neglect.

And it’s not his job. At all. It’s not even remotely his job. Still, when a four-year-old Dean comes out of his room crying about a nightmare and Doc tells him he’s busy without even looking up, it itches at him. Despite the distance he’d tried to maintain, Brock genuinely feels bad.

After a moment of internal debate, he sneaks into the boys’ bedroom, careful not to wake Hank — Dean is still sniffling, though he’s audibly trying to be quiet about it. He flicks on the kid’s bedside lamp, settling on a stool that is far too small for him, and it doesn’t take long for a face smudged with tears and freckles to pop out from under the blanket.

Dean’s expression is something like fear and apprehension, and for the first time, he actually feels guilty about staying away from the boys. He hadn’t really thought about how his stony facade could come off as terrifying to a child.

(He feels like it wouldn’t have bothered him before. Why does it now?)

For everyone who’s wanted more fluff of Brock bonding with the boys, here it is!

housetohalf

Of the three places I have interned in or after college, the only one where I felt like an honest to god intern in a positive way was where I worked this summer. I was a valued member of the company, I did work that was at the right level for my skill set, I was well-supervised but had opportunities to be a leader and take ownership over a show. Yes I was paid very little, but I also got out of some work (never had to work for any of the shops, didn’t have to work the full changeover) and my intern status and pay rate was never an excuse to treat me poorly. I never was treated poorly. I created good professional and personal relationships with every person in our intimate 50ish person company and have a good chance of coming back as a non-Equity stage manager for more money.

It was what an internship should be.

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I just got a notification that some liked this post. I wrote this in 2014.

Since I wrote this, I have come back as the non-Eq ASM (a position created with me in mind as the company grew), worked their off-season shows, became a friend to the artistic director, and will likely be coming back this summer as their first company manager in about 3 years, as well as ASMing. I also have met some of the best, most talented, hard-working people I know and they have formed my core friend group and shaped my career trajectory.

Don’t get me wrong, I see the flaws of this company, some are big, some I can work around. But when you know, you know. Loyalty is one of my biggest strengths but I think my friends worry I give it too freely. This company earned my loyalty long ago, and what drives me every day I work there is trying to win everyone else over.

Not being a dick to your interns repays it self dozens of times over.

theblondmansdiary

I've worked for a lot of little companies and festivals for next to nothing and been treated like garbage. I've worked 7 days a week to barely pay rent and get yelled at daily by directors and designers. A set designer even threatened me once, and when it was reported to my boss, the director fired me.

I've seen some shit, but the theatres I keep coming back to aren't the best facilities, they don't hand out the biggest pay cheques, they're the ones that treat me with respect, and kindness.

#lower ossington theatre

thehoneybeewitch

Song Witches

When the chatter of forty voices, the radio playing indy rock, and the phone ringing combine together into a beautiful chord… only to fall back to ugly dissonance in their separate parts.

When the *flickerwoosh* of an old theatre ticket fluttering by carries the same notes as the opening song.

When glamours tinkle like bells, curses hum like cruel hornets, and wards echo deep with lullabyes and iron clad chanting.

When you feel the undeniable call to dance, scream, ANYTHING as the thunder booms and lightning rises in a terrible crescendo!

When you hear the lifesongs…that’s when you know.