So, for the past few months, I've been taking acting classes at ... well, I'm not really sure what at. We have a local area theatre, and in residence there is an art school, and ... well, anyway, it's in there. The class I was taking was "Building A Character" and it's all about, well, like it said. Next week I'm going to be receiving more practical, biz-related instruction.
Well anyway, tonight our classes had a showcase where we performed the scenes and monologues that we'd been working on. Not everyone did a monologue. Just though who rocked. *clears throat* I got to play a 45-year-old South African man, and a 15-year-old girl. And no, I was not doing anything by Caryl Churchill. The evening was attended by friends and family of the participants, some interested professionals, and about a dozen teenagers from Iceland. My life is sometimes very strange. It got real blonde up in the theatre, is all I'm saying. Which worked out great, because my teenage costume included a shirt that reads, "Trust me, I'm a brunette."
The upshot of all this is that this is the first time my parents (both of them, and they sat next to each other all night, because they are freaks) have seen me perform on stage. Well, since middle school, at any rate. And given that I was extremely awesome (don't worry, I'm modest when company's around) they will probably both stop worrying that I may actually suck at my chosen path. Hey, you never know! Instead, now my mother can mother out about how people should be recognizing my talent. I daren't hope that it has any affect on my father.
I had a wonderful time. I really wish I could do this all the time. Someday someday someday! However, I am kicking myself that I forgot a good chunk of dialogue from my scene. I know, I know, everyone tells me that the audience didn't notice, so it doesn't matter, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm pissed off because it was my favorite part. I got to wax rhapsodical about chicken.
Friday
Monday
Let's neologize!
Thanks to the ever hinglostic Mr. P. Shift Two, I am reminded that I haven't been making enough stuff up lately.
That gets amended today. Today I will tell you about some words that you didn't realize were missing from your life. You didn't realize because I just made them up last night before I went to bed. But they are necessary. You'll see.
We should have a collective neologizing time period. Like, Month. Or a Week. A month is probably better, since everyone has babies and things now. Two and a half months? Variable Period of Time.
There are many acceptable ways to go about making up new vocabulary words. For starters, you could smash together components of another language. Latin is always good for this. It's like instant legitimacy!! Or, you could pull something out of the air. Whatever you think sounds nice or evocative. Just be mindful that this has the pitfall of your new word potentially winding up meaning "cat barf" in Yiddish or something. Every day is an adventure.
Likewise, you can come up with the word first, and then search for its definition, or you could come up with a concept that really needs to be pared down into one word, and make that word for it.
I do both.
escaberel. (n) 1. an item or activity of little function or merit that nevertheless provides a benign fascination.
For example, an escaberel can be an online quiz, writing haikus, or some novelty item that blinks that you can't stop giggling at. So shiny! It's not quite a hobby, not quite an addiction, not quite something you only do when you're supposed to be doing something else. Not to be confused with something that enthralls and is harmful, like, say, The Drugs.
redisenective attraction (n) 1. the condition of being attracted to a younger incarnation (as in a photograph) of someone your own age or older. 2. an infatuation carried over from youth of a person who has since aged.
In other words, redisenective attractive is the reason you still think Wesley Crusher is hot even though you are now in your twenties. Or the reason you have a crush on Cary Grant even though in reality he's older than your grandfather. And dead. Or the reason you can flip through your middle school yearbook and still find that one 8th grader totally dreamy, even though from your current standpoint that would be a felony. Because they're really older than you are, really. So it's weird.
My goal is that eventually my blog will be only the twelfth entry on Google.
That gets amended today. Today I will tell you about some words that you didn't realize were missing from your life. You didn't realize because I just made them up last night before I went to bed. But they are necessary. You'll see.
We should have a collective neologizing time period. Like, Month. Or a Week. A month is probably better, since everyone has babies and things now. Two and a half months? Variable Period of Time.
There are many acceptable ways to go about making up new vocabulary words. For starters, you could smash together components of another language. Latin is always good for this. It's like instant legitimacy!! Or, you could pull something out of the air. Whatever you think sounds nice or evocative. Just be mindful that this has the pitfall of your new word potentially winding up meaning "cat barf" in Yiddish or something. Every day is an adventure.
Likewise, you can come up with the word first, and then search for its definition, or you could come up with a concept that really needs to be pared down into one word, and make that word for it.
I do both.
escaberel. (n) 1. an item or activity of little function or merit that nevertheless provides a benign fascination.
For example, an escaberel can be an online quiz, writing haikus, or some novelty item that blinks that you can't stop giggling at. So shiny! It's not quite a hobby, not quite an addiction, not quite something you only do when you're supposed to be doing something else. Not to be confused with something that enthralls and is harmful, like, say, The Drugs.
redisenective attraction (n) 1. the condition of being attracted to a younger incarnation (as in a photograph) of someone your own age or older. 2. an infatuation carried over from youth of a person who has since aged.
In other words, redisenective attractive is the reason you still think Wesley Crusher is hot even though you are now in your twenties. Or the reason you have a crush on Cary Grant even though in reality he's older than your grandfather. And dead. Or the reason you can flip through your middle school yearbook and still find that one 8th grader totally dreamy, even though from your current standpoint that would be a felony. Because they're really older than you are, really. So it's weird.
My goal is that eventually my blog will be only the twelfth entry on Google.
Friday
My blog is on the internet.
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I've let my blog get really hinglostic these days.
Blogger Code 2.0
I've let my blog get really hinglostic these days.
Sunday
I have been bitten on the neck by a bloodsucking fiend.
There's a place for everything, and everything should be in its place. My place is inside of a building. Case in point.
Today I went outside to help my mother cut down some tree branches that were hanging over her car and showering them with berries. Without the aid of a ladder. The hilarity is that both my mother and I are very short.
During this escapade of about half an hour, while I was fully clothed, I sustained no less than five mosquito bites. One them, you guessed it, on the neck. On the neck , people!!
Now I'm going to go see X3.
Today I went outside to help my mother cut down some tree branches that were hanging over her car and showering them with berries. Without the aid of a ladder. The hilarity is that both my mother and I are very short.
During this escapade of about half an hour, while I was fully clothed, I sustained no less than five mosquito bites. One them, you guessed it, on the neck. On the neck , people!!
Now I'm going to go see X3.
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