Demo Day

Jan. 22nd, 2014 12:01 am
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Got to work early, more because I had slept in all 3-day weekend and it was way too amusing that my wake-up radio station is KOMO in Seattle which was all about Seahawks and bad traffic. I loved one quote, which was with a story on how prices for Things Seahawks have suddenly gone up in price and down in availability:
"It's like Christmas - Don we now our game apparel"

I did a dry run of the demo from my desk, couldn't use the conference room because it was booked. It worked, and I was able to add some ideas on how to explain stuff.

11 am, demo in the conference room. Boss decided to make it a 4-day weekend. Boss' boss also did not show, though he didn't respond to the calendar invite. Otherwise we had the whole team.

It ran flawlessly, everyone stayed interested and even applauded at the end.

Next up was Automation Guy, but his demo was Murphied. Nothing worked. Sad, because it was a pretty simple script and mega-useful. What it was supposed to do was launch our "streamer", a server which has a library of video files which it can be told to multicast across the network. It can also add errors to the stream. We can watch the video on a media player (like VLC) and see when it craps out from too many errors. What it actually did was fail to find the IP address of the multicast. Boo. Hiss.

The rest of the day I read docs and chatted with Automation Guy. Lunch was Andy's BBQ, which now either makes the world's worst baked beans, or they got my order wrong and gave me the world's worst Chili. I'm guessing the latter because there was meat in it. The brisket was okay, the garlic bread was mushy as usual, and the prices have gone up. $20 including tip. :-(

Home by way of Lucky's because I was almost out of ice cream, down to my last edible banana (I had to slice up 4 last night and freeze them for smoothies, before they turned black). And I only had 2/5 limes left and they were on sale 3/$1.

Vegged out, gave Domino the last of the bag of treats (don't worry, I have 9 more). Had to remind myself to step away from Facebook at 8 an shoot up and have dinner. Fresh & Easy swedish meatball frozen meal, very small portion so I didn't share with Domino who sat in the floor in front of me staring all the way.

Channel surfed, saw a very good interview on CNN featuring a very pretty Seattle correspondent interviewing Richard Sherman about his rant after the 49ers game. He was pretty disgusted with the molehill-->mountain press coverage, and came across as the Stanford Communications master's candidate he really is off the field. Bottom line: He was in Beast Mode because the game had barely ended, and he doesn't like Michael Crabtree, because Crabtree has consistently been a jerk to him off the field.

In other news, I can see the top of the dryer for the first time since unpacking was finished. It had been hidden under a pile of foam dish protector squares, Stryrofoam packing corners and the box which the kitchen light fixture came in which is mostly foam. None of these are recyclable, and until now they could not fit in the garbage can. 35 gallons severely tapered did not work for more than two garbage bags or one plus a litterbox cartridge. The 65 gallon container swallowed three garbage bags, all the foam and the box. Normally I only toss one or two bags a week, and the litterbox doesn't need changing more than every other week, sometimes every three.

There is one more box which will go into the garbage a week from now. After that I'll be all caught up.

Got a postcard from a long lost friend in Canada, whom I prod yearly by sending a calendar. She says her life is chaos, but that's not surprise, she is married to a math professor.

Time for some humorous nostalgia. Read more... )

Eventually she met a math whiz at Cal, he got a job at Western U in London, Ontario, they are now married. Unless the chaos she mentions on her postcard is about that. But I kind of doubt it is.

Paula is now one of the producers at Seattle Opera, and we're Facebook friends. Leslie, OTOH, mistakenly blames email and the Internet for having her identity thefted, and will only communicate by phone or snailmail. Time zones make phone impractical. Hillary married someone she had been dating at folkdancing, I haven't heard from her in years.

The irony, it burns:


Had math & science group at the library on my calendar tonight, but bailed. Lazy.

Plans for tomorrow:
Work
Bingo at the community center at 7 pm. A chance for neighbors to see me.
howeird: (Camelot)

Especially for [livejournal.com profile] zyzyly

After You're A Good Man Charlie Brown, they held auditions for Camelot. Different director, and I was still not convinced I could sing. I had always wanted to play King Pellinore, an elderly knight who shows up at the start of Act II wearing full armor with the visor closed. He has a dog, the shaggier the better. His only singing is from the wings with the chorus in Act I and with the other knights as ensemble in Act II. He doesn't have a lot of lines, either.

I was 23, but had played old men in high school and college, and enjoyed it. And it was a low-impact part which wouldn't require a lot of rehearsal.

This time auditions were short, I sang a song, I think, and did cold reading from the script. I don't remember any callbacks, or reading against anyone.

A day or two later the director phones me, and he says he has some bad news. He reminds me that this is community theater, and unlike high school and college, there are a wealth of men who actually are old, and he has chosen one of them to play King Pellinore. "He even owns his own set of armor", I think he said. Or maybe just that the other guy fits into the suit of armor they will be using. Whatever. I am heartbroken, until he says he has some good news. Maybe. "

"Would you consider playing a different king?" he asks, timidly.

"I don't remember any other kings in the show."

"King Arthur."

"Oh. That other king."

Before I could answer he said how much he enjoyed my Charlie Brown, and he was looking for Arthur to start out as that kind of naive, innocent, victim type, but then grow up. And he said he liked my singing.

I said yes, and the rest is history. (the userpic is me and Guenevere dancing a fiery dance).

Except for two things:

Thing the First: At the start of Act II, King Pellinore leads his St. Bernard onstage, plants himself downstage center. Every night the dog peed on his leg. He waits for the laughter to subside, and does what it says in the script:

PELLINORE lifts his visor, and looks around.

PELLINORE: Oh! It's stopped raining!

Brought down the house every time.

Thing the Second:

The Monday after closing night I was fired, given 2 weeks' notice. We had changed bosses sometime during rehearsals, and new boss told me he wanted to fire me sooner and put in his own layout editor, but he and his wife were big boosters of the theater, and he didn't want to leave them in the lurch. 


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