webcowgirl: (Theater)
I know I am just a very sad sack but I'm excited that my review of the ballet The Blue God caused my site to experience the second highest number of hits ever: 511 yesterday! I completely savaged it as, well, it was bad, and in a sloppy rather than a camp way. It was also a letdown as it was supposed to be a recreation of the Ballets Russes performance but the only thing it really had was the set and costume - not even the music. Bah. It was a raging let down. On a positive note, this makes yesterday's blog hits second only to the day I gave Carlos Acosta a dressing down (811) that beat all the majors to the press; the third day is still Tuesday, May 25, 2010, when I had 493 hits.

I also had a very enthused review of the Little Angel Theater's The Tempest, which wasn't so much "The Tempest as performed by puppets" but "The Tempest with the two magical creatures performed as puppets and the rest done by top-class Royal Shakespeare Company actors." It was just fantastic. But no one is really reading that one, so I'm telling you again here, it's great and at only £12 a real steal.

Yesterday after work (already forgotten) I went to Pilates with Alison up north, which was great fun, then headed down south the Vauxhall tavern to meet J and [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug for some drawing at the Dr Sketchy event. Our models were both stunningly gorgeous; one looked like Anna Mae Wong, the other like she'd stepped out of a Paul Gaugin painting. It was a really good evening and hard to believe it constituted "hump day" since it all seemed to be going up."
webcowgirl: (Theater)
The recording of the "As Yet Unnamed London Theater Podcast" made Sunday is available for your listening pleasure. If you don't care for theater, this will probably be deadly dull. On the other hand, Phil from the West End Whingers and Ian of Oughttobeclowns are actually my friends so for me it's just like sitting in a pub talking shit only trying to be better about taking turns.
webcowgirl: (Teabag)
Last week I really loaded up for shows, in part, I guess, because I'd been out of town for several weekends in March. I thought I'd get all the reviews done this weekend, but it didn't happen; I stayed up late last night and just got to Wednesday (Umbrellas of Cherbourg, very good but sadly closing in May). The most exciting evening was probably the One to One Festival at the Battersea Arts Center, which once again featured nudity in close quarter, head fuckery, and bonus phobia triggering. Kinda like some parties I've been to.

Anyway, after all that business and not enough sleep, I had a tea party to hostess on Saturday, which I think was a raging success; saw [livejournal.com profile] elbie and bonus new child Z; had probably 15 people here in total and yet we did not run out of cake. In fact, I still have some cake sitting around and I may still be feeling a bit like I had too much to eat on Saturday. I am guessing various body parts are being replaced with butter, like fossilization but on a quicker time scale. I ended the evening playing cards with [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy, [livejournal.com profile] solacey_aderyn, A, and [livejournal.com profile] laurenclose. Great Dalmuti, Zombie Fluxx, and Chrononauts - a pretty good evening, really, with bonus late night drinking with L and then with my new roommate.

Sunday I went to Lewes with [livejournal.com profile] wildbadger. It's a cool town, with a castle and a torn down priory, but it also has the most amazing garden at Southover Grange which was completely full of tulips and decorated with bits of architectural salvage from the priory, totally where I would want to get married if, you know, I was doing that kind of thing these days. It was a cool day trip despite the replacement rail service (boo), which I managed to get naps on both ways (yay) but was then aggravating on the return because it missed the train I was hoping to catch by 5 minutes. Still, I got home in time to do a (gasp!) podcast - the As Yet Unnamed London Theater Podcast (it'll be up here in a day or two). I felt so 21st century, like Judy Jetson, kind of an interesting transition after spending my day in the leftovers of the 11th and 15th.Me and tulips, Southover Grange, Lewes. Really a lovely day w... on Twitpic

By the way, in addition to being temporary home to Thomas Paine, the retirement place of Anne of Cleves, and having a 15th Century bookshop, Lewes is also where a battle took place that basically gave England the right to have a house of commons in addition to a king. That, I think, is an awesome bit of history, and the guy who fought for that is right up there with Thomas Jefferson and George Washington in my book. And, you know, Thomas Paine.
webcowgirl: (Theater)
Man, I almost did six shows in six days, and then I got rescued when a sold out show I had scheduled for Thursday got a bad review in the Metro. Monteverdi's Ulysses, we shall have to wait for another occasion; I shall use this time to do Pilates and chill out instead.

Meanwhile it's been chockablock the past week with two work offsites and shows Sunday (Band Wagon at Sadler's Wells) through Wednesday (the only other review I've got up is for Rocket to the Moon. I'm having a hard time keeping up with reviews due to work and, er, shows, so maybe they'll get done ... on Sunday. Advice: see the One on One festival at the Battersea Arts Center, it's AWESOME.
webcowgirl: (ActionFigure)
This weekend I ...
Saw a play (Eight Women) at the Southwark Playhouse
Hosted someone at my house
Went to a graduation ceremony in Cambridge
Ate dinner and played games with [livejournal.com profile] wechsler and his parents
Went to a town called Waterbeach (near Cambridge) to see Alan Shipp's "National Hyacinth Collection" (apparently most of the people in Waterbeach are called Shipp!)
Returned to London in time to see Band Wagon at Sadlers' Wells with [livejournal.com profile] booklectic
Wrote my review for Eight Women
Went to [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug's for dinner

Seriously, I did all of that between 6PM Friday and 11PM today. Work is going to feel like a vacation after this.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I was feeling fussy because I hadn't seen enough shows lately to have anything much to write about for my blog - only one entry last week though I saw a second show (it was bad). And my stats are suffering: they've been averaging around 200 a day lately, really poor. But I'm catching up a bit this week, with Peter Brook's Magic Flute last night and a triple bill at the Royal Ballet tonight (which I may or may not write up), plus Eight Women at Southwark Playhouse on Friday. And as a reward for my one post, my stats went up to over three hundred today. Really, the writing is a cruel taskmaster; if only I were making money off of it or creating something I considered to be of lasting value the time I spend on it might make some sense rather than seeming like a strange obsession.

Work is going well. I had an all-day training session with my staff today, and when it wrapped I had a meeting with my boss to go over the week. He told me his boss had expressed her take that my team was incredibly effective and the "unsung heroes" of our group; he said he told her it was really all due to me and not him. I have to admit, that unexpected praise made my head swell up. In fact, when I got back to my desk I sat and looked at suits on Ebay for a while, thinking maybe this manager lark thing is going to stick. After all of the struggle and strife I've had with my various jobs over the years, to be somewhere where I'm praised more than once in a blue moon is actually a bit hard for me to process.

The rest of my life continues to be rather a minefield. I'm faced with a bunch of cold hard facts making it kind of clear what I ought to be doing with myself but I'm not being disciplined enough to take the hand I've been dealt and (if I'm getting the metaphor right) fold. I'm sure it's just weakness on my part, and that I'll be kicking myself later for not taking strong action earlier rather than later; I frankly have little idea which monkey is driving the tiger right now. And I don't know where the tiger is going.

Is there a final thing to say on this post? Oh yes, my weekend in Inverness with [livejournal.com profile] noirem and her fella has resulted in some of the most porcelain like complexion I've experienced in ages. Something about the whole thing, whether it was the weather or the food or the incredible spoiling (so much wine!) or hanging around people for four straight days (I was never alone and let's just be clear, that's how I like it) really worked for me. She's coming down tomorrow and I'm really regretting I won't be able to spoil her as much, but still; Scotland appears to be good for my skin.
webcowgirl: (Twit/ter)
Wow, I posted on Twitter that I was looking for a roommie, and 10 minutes later got a response from someone in the Twitter theater community that she was looking, and for the price and dates I was offering ... she came by that evening and is moving in April 1. So for two or three months or so I will be having a female theater junkie living with me, and I'm exciting about having someone who I can come home and witter on about shows with. It'll be fun!

Speaking of which I went last night to Watford (somewhere north of London) and saw a very good play called Love Love Love. I think the play imagines it's about how selfish the hippie generation was (and how they're responsible for how shit England is now) but in fact it's really about how fucked up families can be and still function. I really enjoyed it a lot.

Tonight I went and saw a show called the "Hot Mikado" up in Finchley (at the Arts Depot, no, I can't really tell you where it is either). It was definitely an amateur production and while I enjoyed the songs and dancing and the way it had fun with the real Mikado but it was just too sloppy in too many important ways to actually refer anyone up there unless they're a desperate G&S fan looking for a new good time (or they have a friend in the show in which case they already know about it). The Seattle Gilbert and Sullivan society did not have actors who flubbed lines. And it wasn't horrible, but ... though truth be told I liked it a lot more than Ordinary Days.

Of course it doesn't help that I'm sick. I came down with something yesterday and spent the day in a conference blowing my nose and sneezing. Thank God the last talk of the day involved two women wearing super hero costumes and attempting to kindnap a giant stuffed ladybug and (later) sing Abba songs with the lyrics changed to be about software testing. It was utterly surreal and I loved it.

Cold or no cold I'm off to Inverness tomorrow to visit [livejournal.com profile] noirem, a trip I've owed her since Christmas. I think it will be lovely to see her and her lovely boy and I'm looking forward to four days with no work. Oddly despite the major bad things that have happened this week I'm feeling fairly calm and not stressed out by life. I'm also really enjoying reading Gods Behaving Badly, a book [livejournal.com profile] varina8 gave me when I came to Seattle.

Calm. Good. I'm wondering if my mental health strategy, and the Get Happy plan, are actually working. I'm avoiding stressful events and people, focusing on doing things that make me happy (like reading silly books and seeing my friends), and taking care of myself with Pilates (also good for serotonin I think) and counseling. I feel like I'm bouncing back faster from bad things. That does kind of make me think I'm on the right track. Who knows, maybe it will stick.
webcowgirl: (flower)
This has been, I think, a very successful weekend, despite my being stood up on Friday night. Yesterday Sophie (a game designer I met on Twitter) came over a bit before lunch and got to work in my garden; she's missing hers and has become an "itinerant gardener" paid in the fine salary of home made lunches. [livejournal.com profile] wechsler showed up just in time for the stacked enchiladas I made; afterward we "dug back in" and just ripped through six months of weedy and brushy growth. The weeds are really knocked out now, and I think the hazels are finally done for; perhaps I'll actually have some luck growing dahlias this year. Then it was time for tea and crumpets and warming up - it was very cold all day - and Sophie went home and [livejournal.com profile] wechsler and I went out for some nice curry. Really, exactly what I'd be hoping my life here would be like, loving my house with its garden and feeling very homey and centered - the total opposite of how I felt last weekend when work was driving me crazy.

I just barely managed to get my review of Northern Ballet's Cleopatra (the ballet, which I kind of think [livejournal.com profile] robot_mel might like as it's pretty close to the actual history, so keep in mind for May when it's at Sadler's Wells) done before Sophie showed up, but I'm still behind two reviews, one for the butoh thing and one for the puppet show I saw last Sunday. But really, what I need to do is clean my house, as I won't be here for most of the next three weekends, go to Amy's house for the stich 'n bitch, timing it just right to hit the Ritzy in Brixton for the King's Speech. And then go out to dinner. I don't really see how the writing is going to happen at this rate. Solution? Nap. The shows have both closed anyway and I need the sleep.
webcowgirl: (Morning cuppa)
I've hit a trifecta of work, love life, and friendship stress this week, and I'm way, way down today. There was some fun, though: "Anna Nicole: The Opera" blew me away (yes, Anna Nicole, the girl with the giant boobs who married an 80 year old dude and died before she hit 40), Pilates was good last night and amazing on Monday, and I blazed through work this week as most of my colleagues were off. I also managed to get everything booked for my trip to Sicily except for the hotel I'm staying at on Vulcano. And I booked tickets to see my best friend in the States at the end of May.

But still, Stuff. I wasn't able to concentrate well today because of it and I was further brought down by not being able to get into physio. And ... well, you know, kinda yay weekend but I really hope I find something to do on Saturday day. Hopefully being around people for cards tonight will cheer me up. And with that, I need to get off of my mopey ass and clean the house.
webcowgirl: (Flamenco)
You know, I wasn't going to do it but I went ahead and wrote up the Eva Yerbabuena show from Friday. Most of my good memories are of sitting in my seat with Alison on my side making comments on the boy dancers' cute butts but I didn't add that into the review - let's just call it some flavor.

Yesterday was just full up, I felt at one point like I was going to have a nervous breakdown but I was pretty sure I'd just had way, way too much caffeine. I was up at 10, at Oval at 12:30 to meet Josh and Mark (I'm in love with Mark, he's the smarted guy I've met in ages and a sweetheart, very happy for Josh to have found such a good partner), spent 90 minutes gossiping about my trainwreck of a life but then wonderfully transitioning into talk about Egypt and Johnny's Seasoned Salt and all other sorts of nonsense, then back to theirs for a brief visit.

They drove me to Marylebone (what! Driving to John Lewis - in Central London? Shock!) for my spa appointment with [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug. This turned out to be a bit of a joke as the address on the Groupon did NOT match the location of the spa. It took us almost an hour to get to where it actually is, and then we had to wait for another 30 minutes or so to be seen. Still, we had a great visit, we loved being steamed and exfoliated (though I got a little overheated in the steam room - lightheaded - and had to go cool off), and we were both nice and mellow for sitting on the soft couches and decompressing afterward. So yay in general.

Then believe it or not it was rush back to Tooting to meet a total stranger for dinner at 7:30. We had a good chat about horses and plants over a bottle of wine and plates of Indian food and it looks like I've found someone to go to the Bartabas horse/man show at Sadler's Wells. We yapped on until 9:30. Overall, a good day but MAN I do not know the concept of a "relaxing Sunday."
webcowgirl: (Flamenco)
This week has been almost an experiment or sorts (or perhaps it's been an experiment in several ways). I've been to see a show every night - something I haven't done for a really long while - months, really, before August at the earliest. But every show I've seen has been under two hours total, with no interval. Several have been 90 minutes long. This means I'm getting to bed at a reasonable hour - and I like it! Apparently my show stamina is much stronger with sleep. That said, I miss doing Pilates every week - or, rather, twice a week as I had been going to the Y once a week and to see Alison once a week - but I had to dial that down when I started counseling as my budget couldn't manage both.

Anyway, this has meant that I've been writing reviews at a furious pace, though fortunately the tasty flamenco guitar concert [livejournal.com profile] parsingphase and I saw on Wednesday at Sadler's Wells got a pass as I knew, in advance, I wouldn't be able to say much about it. (As it was, what I had to say was, "This show was over-amplified," but that didn't exactly merit a blog post.) I've finished Tuesday's show, The Putnam County Spelling Bee, but the show J and I saw last night, Blue Dragon, will have to wait. I found the show boring, even though it was performed in French and Chinese; it pretty much had nothing to say about Chinese culture at all and wound up feeling like a "Lifetime Television for Movie" production done on the stage. Thank God [livejournal.com profile] robot_mel and I didn't get tickets to see it; I would have been embarassed to have wasted her money.

Tonight's show is Eva Yerbabuena at Sadler's Wells, a show I think I'd wanted to take [livejournal.com profile] dreamsewing to but couldn't due to her work schedule. However, I'm getting to go with Alison, my Pilates instructor, and I'm happy about that. But I'm not going to get much of a rest even on Saturday, as the plans are for [livejournal.com profile] shadowdaddy and me to go to Dover Castle while the English Heritage membership my dad bought us for Christmas over a year ago is still good. Then we'll see his play, Double Falsehood, though fortunately I don't have to review that show, either ... can't really write about something where you know someone who was involved with it, don't you know. And whew!
webcowgirl: (Theater)
This is a week where I will have seen six shows in six days. Fortunately last night's show I won't review, as it was a flamenco guitar performance (Tomatito) at Sadler's Wells; I realized I couldn't say anything intelligent about it so didn't bother taking notes. However, Monday night I went and saw Frankenstein at the National Theater and had rather a lot to say. Spelling Bee at the Donmar, well, hopefully I'll finish the review today.

Work-wise this has been a flat week. My boss is ill and there's a lack of energy in the office. Still, I visited my nothern outpost (Chesterfield) yesterday and had a perfectly nice time; made the train with 3 minutes to spare, got writing in and revised my automation presentation on the way up, bought all sorts of yumyums at the bakery when I arrived, had a meeting, had a lunch meeting (with a half roasted chicken for lunch for 3.50, a deal!), did my presentation (the video crashed the slideshow, oops), did about 10 minutes of email, went back to the train station, and caught a nap on the train on the way back. Really, it all went perfectly in my book.
webcowgirl: (Theater)
First, some Twitter links: a beginner's intro and how Twitter has changed the world.

People comment on how much energy I have. It surprises them that I can do as much as I do. I think part of it is that I keep going after I run out of energy - I can get by on willpower and fumes, and the willpower carries me on much longer than most people do. Good or bad, who knows.

At any rate, this weekend was a classic example of me doing ten times more than any normal human being. It started Thursday night, when I left work to go to ... Germany! My flight left late and by the time the slow PM train connections kicked in, it was 1:30AM when I finally got to my hotel at Bochum. The nice thing was that I made good progress reading a great new (to me) mystery series, "The Coroner's Lunch" by Colin Cotterill, during all of that flying time. But worn out I was.

The next morning (a mere 8 hours of sleep later), it was a German breakfast, a visit to the tea store, and then off to Dortmund, where we were going because, apparently, it was close. The churches and architecture weren't great (I think it was heavily bombed), but the "Dortmund U" museum had a pretty good collection, although the Fluxus art was exactly the kind of pretentious wank [livejournal.com profile] exedore hates. However; chocolate covered garden gnome!

After a lunch on the go, we went to the train station again, not to go back, but to go to Unna for the Light Museum. It's an old brewery with a bunch of custom installations in it (and some not so custom): my favorites were the James Turrell piece (the usual "room with white panel in back and changing array of colors) and the thing with the strobe-lit raindrops falling down in a curtain on both sides of a walkway. A lot of it was uninspired neon but ... overall it was a great museum.

Then we headed back to Bochum, had a short turnaround for dinner, and went out for the main event: Starlight Express at a custom-built theater. Yes, it was in German, yes, it was fun, like the Transformers meets Xanadu. But at the end of the night I was cream crackered, willing to pay for a taxi to save us the walk to the hotel (I didn't have 20 more minutes in my feet), and in bed ten minutes after we arrived.

The next morning [livejournal.com profile] exedore left early. I had more time but couldn't sleep much longer; it was sad as I didn't wind up getting to London until 4 PM but was really worn out for no good reason. And yet I went out, to see the musical Ordinary Days at Trafalgar Studios. I'd said I'd go dancing with [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug afterwards, but walking out of Charing Cross station I realized I probably would have benefited from skipping the play and went back home immediately after the show.

Sunday was chill out day at last. I was wanting to see people though, and got lucky as [livejournal.com profile] babysimon was up for lunch and came with a bonus [livejournal.com profile] trishpiglet, who gave me homemade cupcakes <3 . Then the three of us went shopping; bliss for me as I've been a solo shopper regularly for nearly a year now. I also had a [livejournal.com profile] wechslercat for dinner and Attenborough watching, so it was a good evening.

Last night meanwhile was the new Frankenstein production at the National Theater. They had two actors who were flat as pancakes, but a much bigger problem was the script. I'll do a full writeup today (I think), but I'm starting to agree with people who say it has no interval because they don't want to lose the audience. I suspect most of the people coming just want to see the TV star live, and, well, he does roll around naked for about the first ten minutes - but as the role is dual cast, I got the other guy. Ah well, at least I got to see a naked guy on Valentine's Day, so it wasn't a completely wasted evening and the company was good.
webcowgirl: (Morpheus)
I really have every intent of writing up my trip to Egypt, but only when I've finished catching up on my sleep. I managed to write up my trip to American Ballet Theater at Sadler's Wells last night, but only because I skipped taking a lunch break.

Today mostly was kinda shitty because I started out by losing the equivalent of $120 on my way into work. Then I had to yell at someone at work for falsifying records and undermining the test process. Then I had to deal with the fact we just don't have enough people to do all of the work but due to some idiocy they don't want us to hire contractors anymore but we (the company) committed to doing the work without worrying about whether or not we had enough people to do it right. So the day at work ended with me not feeling all that cheeful.

On the other hand, I did get a certificate from one of the two pubs I organized team lunches at for a free lunch for ten, so that was cool.

But my ankle spent the day acting like it was going to pop again and I'm exhausted now (after Pilates and a trip to the Kinetica art fair). Night, all.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I'm off to Egypt tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm not going to Cairo, but rather Dahab. If anyone needs to get a hold of me, when I'm not actually diving or looking for the holy grail with Indiana Jones, I'll be at the Tropitel Dahab Oasis. I'm not worried about student protest as this is a remote town on the Red Sea. Sharks might be a problem but I'm hoping not given there's been no attacks in the last month or so.

In a surprise change of events, J is going with me. If you don't read Twitter, you probably didn't know this. As a result, I've packed playing cards and Carcassonne.

Last night I went to see Love Story, a musical based on the movie. I'd never seen it but had heard enough of the plot to ... well, it's not like they didn't tell you in the very first song what was going to happen to Jenny. It made me want to see the movie, because the male lead was so intensely unlikeable I just have to imagine he was portrayed better in the film. I just wanted to clobber him.

ANYWAY I've got to get out of here early tomorrow so ... see you all next week.
webcowgirl: (lace)
I stayed up too late last night reading Jasper Fforde's The Last Dragonslayer, which I just really liked a lot. This means due to lack of sleep I 1) forgot my tube pass when I walked out the door and was almost an hour late to work and 2) to make it all better I've not been able to concentrate very well all day. So I was extremely late and useless. Yay!

This has led to a variety of things but the most important one for this very minute is that I am currently wondering if I should buy this bracelet of dark red stone. I need it like a hole in my head but hey, I already have, what, seven?

I also have a longish review of the puppet show I saw on Sunday, "The Curse of Poe" for those of you who like my reviews, or puppets, or evil monkeys. It was a hoot.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I've got guests tonight for Puerto Rico and enchiladas, but I've got PILES of things to do in addition to getting down the Christmas ornaments, cooking, and cleaning the living room. I must remember to
1. Empty the stuff off of my phone's chip, as I'm getting a new one this week
2. Buy return tickets from Cologne, as it's not a one-way trip
3. Wake up.

I also want to write up the Alice in Wonderland puppet show I saw yesterday with [livejournal.com profile] booklectic, which I really enjoyed. I managed to get The Animals and Children Took to the Streets (from Wednesday) written up in short order, and Alice still has a week to run yet so I should make the effort. I also need to finish chapter one of the PADI scuba course book and watch the associated chapter on the DVD. I need to hurry to get through all of it before Saturday.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I'm still sick, which is boring. On the other hand it doesn't appear anyone wants to actually do any work this week, so the speed I'm going at at the office seems to be about right for the rest of the crew. I busted my nuts getting some paperwork together so I was "ready to go" the first day back to work; the people I was supposed to meet with (from our parent company) didn't have time to bother with me for THREE WEEKS. It both pisses me off and makes me glad I didn't try to work any harder over the holiday.

On the other hand, it has all made it clear that there will be no work being accomplished until after the reorg, which is supposed to officially kick off at the beginning of February. So I've booked a trip to the Red Sea, where I will do the open water diving part of my PADI beginner SCUBA cert, for the last 5 days of January. The first half of the diving certification course I'm going to do here in London, a week from Saturday, as a matter of fact, and as it's a one day course instead of two I'm going to have to pack a bit of studying in over the next several days. I've got the book and DVD at hand thanks to the guy who sits next to me at work, so I'm all ready to go with the home study. I'm also planning on making a day trip to see Petra, the rock city in Jordan featured prominently in one of the Indiana Jones movies. It's been on my life list of places to go for ages, and it's the thing that pushed me to just do this trip despite the fact I am having to go by myself (and I hate travelling alone, it frequently does my nut). But look at this post I wrote in 2008 just after coming back from Egypt and still not seeing everything: I can always go back, after I visit Greece and Turkey and Morocco and ... and somehow I actually have visited all of these places in the last two years! It seems kind of amazing! Anyway, so sunshine and pretty fishies and Petra and rah. :-)

I've also been to two shows the last two evenings, both of which were excellent. Get Santa!, which I seriously went to see because tickets were available for only 5 quid (and still are for tomorrow evening's performance) was a brilliantly fucked up play about how a 10 year old sees Christmas and what they would do if they Ruled The World - or, worse yet, if their TEDDY BEAR ruled the world; it actually wasn't cute at all but rather sinister and completely awesome. Then tonight I went to see this silent live action animated movie musical called The Animals and Children Took to the Streets which also fully inhabited the world of dream logic and was pretty well awesome (though not as good as Get Santa!). It was sold out but we got there at 6:30 and queued for tickets, and I do feel our time was well rewarded despite the very crowded conditions inside the theater. I loved it, but full details will have to wait for my write-up, which I think I will do soon.

Anyway, so that's my new year trying to get off to a better start. Pretty much when I picked up the book of Charles Stross short stories and went to see the Big Sleep (a perfect film) at the BFI, things started improving.
webcowgirl: (Default)
I was thinking of making a resolution that I wouldn't blog until I'd written a short story, kind of as a push to get myself to write a short story, kind of because, well, I've really never written any fiction before. But I didn't think that was right, to stop blogging altogether, as, well, how much time do I really spend doing this? It seems like it's very little. But I did actually spend time writing a short story (!) tonight. I think I can do this because I already know how it ends: it's a dream I had two nights ago, and it seemed like a perfect fairy-tale length type story. Hopefully I won't lose the voice and I'll get it finished; it shouldn't take long.

Meanwhile I went completely bat-shit wild on my theater blog and did three posts yesterday.
One of them was the predictable "this is what I saw and loved in 2010" post; one of them was "this is what people saw and loved on my blog in 2010" (with tips on what seems to drive traffic to a theater blog - summary: people are cheap); and finally a preview for a big ballet week that's happening in April, a "Diaghilev festival" that promises opportunities to see ballets I've only ever seen pictures of before. Yes, I am very excited about this; who hasn't seen and drooled over that famous picture of Nijinski as the Faun?

Okay, well, maybe not all of you but I sure have. Anyway, I had to write about it, in part because I need to see if I can find some people to go with me, in part because I wanted to know if it would be worth the money given I hadn't heard of any of the dancers or the troupe that's performing. And that's some writing I just couldn't put off.

In other news: I'm still sick, [livejournal.com profile] wechsler is still here recovering from surgery, and after a week and a half absence [livejournal.com profile] theta_g is back under the roof, too. We'll be back to a two person household tomorrow. And hey, January: I have no idea what to expect, but I'd really like to start out with a finished short story.
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Today I decided to celebrate having a holiday on a day where there was nothing to celebrate by having people over for pancakes. So I made buckwheat pancake batter and [livejournal.com profile] lovelybug, [livejournal.com profile] babysimon, and [livejournal.com profile] trishpiglet came over and kept me company (and ate my food). This was actually fabulous and very cheering and a really good plan on a day when I might have got a bit mopey.

You see, my plan for Christmas, to keep me from getting hit with mega-depression, boo-hooing, and the usual "my life is a disaster" feelings (as my life is a disaster) was to make sure I spent every day with people. I had this covered really well as I was going to be Chez [livejournal.com profile] noirem from December 23-27th, and then [livejournal.com profile] wechsler was going to return from his parents on the 28th (after the pancakes were all served) and hang for a full day of toodling about London just before his surgery. Only ... everything got tossed upside down and I wound up being at home and having peopleless gaps in the schedule. In the land of the people dealing with bad stuff (or, rather, "me"), these gaps usually get stuffed full of self-hating thoughts and "if I was only a decent human being someone would want to spend the holidays with me." (It may not make sense but when I'm really down this is how my brain works.) But I counteracted them with [livejournal.com profile] exedore and English National Ballet's Nutcracker yesterday, and today I had people hang out with me just for ages, and it was super nice. I should look into hosting people for breakfast on weekends more regularly.

Anyway, I finally dashed off to the Streatham Odeon to see Harry Potter and the Really Long First Half, which was fine but irritatingly done in digital projection. Doesn't anyone care that they're just basically watching a giant TV screen? I mean, if people are going to sit there and text people on their phones and talk loudly during the show AND I can see the pixels on the lamps in the tent, what's the point of seeing this in a movie theater? I came home and felt ultra worn out but dragged myself through writing up the really wretched non-ballet Nutcracker I saw two weeks back. This was the one I described as "Kate Bush's Christmas Acid Trip." I only wrote it up because I've realized, basically, it was the single worst show of all of 2010: thus, its name must live on in ignominy. Butterfly Wheels: you are the baddicle of the year.


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