I’ve done it now. Have joined Twitter.
…But never under any circumstances in order to post or update it.
I just want to stalk famous people.
So in answer to your question: no, I won’t be giving out my handle. It doesn’t matter anyway. Because, as of right now, I can’t understand a cocking word that is written on the damn thing.
…I’d be totally useless to you at this point.
It’s like html coding for fucks sake.
…At first I just thought it was Stephen Fry being Stephen Fry with this 3000% more intelligence than me, posting witticisms that were just too far over my head.
…But then, I can’t understand but about half of Jennifer Saunders’ tweets either. And not that she is exactly of the average brainage herself, but I figured at least her humor stylings were of the norm-masses and I’d be in on it.
…Which I am. But only the parts not involving 30 numbers and random punctuation marks.
…And then there are re-tweets. And random links. And this whole abbreviation language I don’t understand.
Clearly, I’ll be googling a lot this afternoon, just to figure all this shit out.
…See! This is why I didn’t want to join up in the first place! I have enough jobs to do as it is!!
…Meanwhile: There have been crazy wind and hail storms slamming the shit out of my office by day, and Harriet on the freeway by night. It’s frickin’ freezing everywhere I go…so all heaters in the all the environments that I have control over have been blaring non-stop for a little over 48 hours. I don’t even want to think about my electric bill next month.
…So I won’t.
Done with work-and-runs at the theatre until Sunday, as the theatre has a music gig taking over. Which should be interesting on our current stage set. What do you suppose the theme for that concert would be? I dunno.
…But speaking of the set: It’s coming along quickly. New pieces in every day, first two layers of paint up, primed and ready for final coat and distressing. They keep adding more and more furniture pieces, filling in absolutely every crack and cranny. By next rehearsal, they will be finished with the paint and start adding in the dressings for details…loading up the cupboards, bringing in the bed linens, all the little tchotchkes, framed photos, sewing stuffs, cooking utensils, books, bathroom items,work papers and files, and our personal props. We’ll be shoved in like sardines by the end…exactly as it should be.
Last night was a focus on stage combat for all falls, fights, and quick moves…taking up a surprising amount of time, as you don’t exactly think of this show as running heavy in those details, but it actually is. Especially when you consider how every square inch is filled with people or furniture, to knock into, stairs and platforms to fall off of, doors to slam your hands in, and a perpetual graveyard of screws and nails hiding just out of sight to knick your fingers, or barefoot feet, no matter how careful they are in sweeping before call.
…For now, we wait until Sunday. Press photos, costume fittings…meaning I’ve gotta figure out m’hair and face soonish. Need to dye it tonight prob’ly…bust out the hot curlers and some German period photos and have at it. Really liked Corinna Harfouch’s very German “doo” as Magda Goebbels in “Downfall,” (which I was streaming the other day.) Very elegant, and European versus the more youthful Americanized victory-curled look we had over here.
…Also, because it requires a “rat,” it will help to hold the style in place through sleeping scenes and quick costumes changes without falling all limp to hell. Then, by act two, it’ll be let more loose and less “kept.” Mrs. VD is very specific about her style, until the support products for achieving it are no longer made available to her. This will also visually soften her up a bit, as she emotionally begins to legitimately break down.
…It’s like: I have a cunning plan or something.
~D
