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Monday, December 11, 2006

Yay. Hooray.

It's such a joy to be back at the job, where geeks are geeks and sheep are afraid.

Sump'n like that, anyway.

I don't want to make too fine a point of it -- it's not like my career is a fermenting hell -- but I really don't like what I do. I don't like it at all. And I'm trapped.

Trapped by the money I make; and my age.

Oh, I know, I know, I could always go sell bolts at a hardware store, or drive a two-wheel hand truck around a grocery, or telemarket widgets for the Republican party.....but given family and commitments and all that suburban lifestyle bondage, that's not all that realistic.

So a geek I am; and a geek I shall die.

Sump'n like that, anyway.

25 Comments:

At 11:50 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think if you're in a job which you actually enjoy getting out of bed for, you're a very lucky person.

Just wonderin' what you'd do if you had the choice?

 
At 12:00 PM, Blogger Ted said...

Hmm....I think I'd like to design space station modules; or architect major art museums; or solve the Poincare Conjecture.

Or be a shepherd.

Actually, what I really want to do is write the Great American Broadway Musical -- book, lyrics, and music -- and then direct it. And who knows? THAT dream could actually conceivably happen.

 
At 12:35 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well if you get the chance, I wouldn't ask to be leading lady...but I'd LOVE be a chorus girl for a night or two. I can't sing to save my life, my legs are pretty awful, but I can smile and hum the theme tune to the Dambusters. x

 
At 4:20 PM, Blogger Ted said...

I've seen the legs.

They may not be as long as a Rockette's; but they'll do.

Oh, yes they will. As will the smile (and the Dambuster's rendition).

So now I've got extra incentive to be a director....money, fame, glory, art, and Elaine in my chorus!

 
At 2:54 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'll be there x

 
At 9:06 AM, Blogger Ted said...

Promises, promises.

You haven't even heard the chorus girl dress code yet.

 
At 1:30 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Damn. Do I have to wear clothes?

 
At 8:54 AM, Blogger Ted said...

On stage, yeah. It's not that kind of a musical.

Don't get me started on the casting couch, though.....

 
At 12:51 PM, Blogger Ted said...

Trust me -- if it's leather that makes your hot naked ass happy, leather it will be.

Even if I have to kill the cow myself.

On my casting couch, I'm pretty sure you'll get any part you want. So to speak.

 
At 12:15 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

If I can have any part, can I choose the biggest one please....because remember, I am rather good orally, so to speak. And don't confuse me with too many stage directions. "Enter" will be just fine. I can work the rest out myself :)

 
At 9:23 AM, Blogger Ted said...

Damn. If you're choosing the biggest part, that leaves me the hell out.

Damn.

Just remember the proper entrance is more of a slip in, rather than a burst through the doors. It's better for the chorus girls to come onstage when the chorus boys come, too. Timing is everything.

 
At 11:02 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those with the biggest parts don't always win the award, Ted.

I was told that if one slips in too quietly, one may not get noticed, so I think, on occasion, it's ok to make a song and dance about it and get some recognition.

I also think we really need to discuss who comes on stage, and when. Sometimes, when the girls and boys come at once, there can be too much going on at the same time, and neither of them get the attention they truly deserve. So can I make a suggestion?

The girls come first?

 
At 11:08 AM, Blogger Ted said...

Well, once the music swells, it's hard to exactly control who comes first. Generally speaking, though, once the boys have entered, the girls always come first.

Oh, and in the "Directing For Dummies" book, there's a difference between slipping in and slipping in quietly. I'm all in favor of slipping in gently while still caling the audience's attention to my entrance.

That, by the way, is one of my favorite dances.

 
At 1:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmmmmm. The swelling of the music. Such a glorious thing.
Of course, a slap at just the right time can help to regain the control once it's been lost.
That is, of course, if one desires to regain it...

I do love a man who can dance. I'm sure that it would be a very special occasion if I was given the opportunity to witness your moves, first hand.

As for 'slipping in gently' rather than just 'slipping in', I have to agree with you. There's something to be said for taking it a very confident inch...sorry, step at a time, rather than sliding in unnoticed. You would certainly have my attention if you directed me to be open to your suggestion.

In fact, I have a feeling I would be extremely open to your suggestion...

 
At 1:24 PM, Blogger Ted said...

Ah, the well-timed slap....useful for keeping the dog off the couch, the slaves on task, and the chorus girls on the director.

Luckily for me, a few confident inches seems to be an okay substitute for a lot of sloppy unfocused ones.

Interestingly, after a certain amount of double-entendre, Mr. Happy inevitably concludes that he is 'wanted', by the way...and shouts (as best he can, anyway) "C'mere". He, too, likes to direct, although he's much more vertical in his direction.

 
At 3:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And what Mr Happy wants, he must surely get....


I'm very much looking forward to scene to, Mr Director. x

 
At 3:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think I fogot a double-u.

 
At 3:22 PM, Blogger Ted said...

Is it possible that you, psychic that you are, already know what Mr. Happy wants?

I think this show ought to have a happy ending, don't you?

Remembering the staging, of course (and never forgetting who comes on stage first). I think I should update my resume to be playwright/director and wardrobe mistress. Need anything fitted?

 
At 1:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm getting a strange kind of energy which, I feel,is Mr Happy telling me what he would like.

As lead chorus girl,and so very thrilled by his vertical direction, I am more than willing to spend some quality time with him (and you),on the casting couch and in the dressing room.

I'm certain that this would result in an outstanding and memorable performance...one which would certainly warrant an encore. And what could possibly be a happier ending than that?

 
At 8:51 AM, Blogger Ted said...

It's always a joy when someone opens themself to receive direction....makes for a much more exciting performance.

If you shout "Encore", I'll shout "Bravo!"

You won't mind if I stand behind you when you take your bow, will you?

 
At 11:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't think of a better place for you to stand.

(Unless you'd like an upside down view of the audience from a horizontal position.)

You do realise Ted, that this entry is about to be sucked into your archives? We're almost at the bottom of your page. One more entry from you and it'll be lost forever.....

*sob*

 
At 2:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I shall be here for the next entry...and the next....

Ted, I don't disappear that easily! x

 
At 3:12 PM, Blogger Ted said...

Good.

I hate those who come to a blog, and then simply slip out.

I think if you come once, you should come again and again.

And if you have legs like yours, one can't help imagining the head chorus girl (and how does one get THAT title?) entering and exiting, in and out and in and out.....

I love directing.

 
At 2:33 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

And from where I'm kneeling...I mean sitting, you're awfully good at it. x

 
At 9:22 AM, Blogger Ted said...

Hey, we all gots to do what we're good at, no?

I hear you give great kneel.

Allow me to give you a hand, before and after the curtain call.

 

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