Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Judge-y McJudgerson

I may have ranted this all out earlier...but I'll give it a go for Megan's sake.

So, I know this guy, Angry Dan (that's what Mr. Rose calls him anyways). So he's a case study in desperation. Really sub-par playwright, mostly because he doesn't seem to have original ideas he just steals everything from movies. His plays are usually a couple of movies squished together so it can be hard to piece together sometimes but you can usually find most of it. Anyways, like most "artists" doomed to failure he's really giving it his all, but really...doomed to fail. I mean, I can at least get behind people with talent...but the talentless? They should put more effort into finding their talent.

Anyways, this is all totally second-hand since he doesn't actually make eye contact with me, let alone spare the breath on words...but the latest skinny is that he's moving into some condo that his parents bought for him. Not just made a downpayment on, bought outright. I guess that movie projectionist salary wasn't really working out for him. So, I'm thinking...this is pretty pathetic. Then I find out he has a new job...a fancy professional writing job...at his Dad's company. Yes, that's right, Daddy is President and CEO (and in general a very well-respected man).

So here's a guy who really hasn't done much with his life. He decided to turn himself around. So he goes to Mummy and Daddy for a job and a new place to live. This is totally how old-fashioned wealthy people operate.

Clearly I'm all Judge-y McJudgerson about this. Oh what a loser, can't do anything by himself, etc so on and so forth. But then I'm like...what am I doing saving money to buy a house like a chump, putting effort into previous job searches...really, if I was just handed everything wouldn't I take it?

Would I take it? Would you take it? I mean, honestly...if there were no strings attached, would you take it? Are you really a better person for working for it? What if you spend the time that you didn't spend working for those things doing something important. Like creating art. Yeah, he's a bad playwright now but who's to say what could happen. Since he's not weighed down with everyday concerns about financial security he's in the right frame of mind to pursue his "craft".

ps. completely unrelated note...my cousin called me back only two days after I initially called him. I think it's a record!!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I Should be Loving Life, Right?

Throughout the regular theatre season I end up accumulating some overtime at work doing training, festivals, etc. Since it's like pulling teeth to have my job covered during this time I end up saving it all up for the summer when I'm only doing project work. So I have the enviable summer of long-weekends. Every Friday off for July and August.

I should be loving life, right? If you know me at all though you'll see this begin to slowly drive me insane. Now, the fact is that I have way less to do in the summer months and four days a week is enough time to finish all my work. So it's not like I'm going mad becuase the work is piling up and I'm forced to take all this time.

Tragically...I'm not a good relaxer. So what happens is that on my extra day off I end up doing all the errands normally assigned to weekend time. So when the weekend proper rolls around...I'm at a loss. Not to metion the weekday evenings that are suddenly void of pottery, piano, and various theatre-based commitments. These factors combine to create an extremely whiny me (lord help the man who married me, only you know how he plans to put up with me for the rest of his life).

sidebar: I love how I talk to the Lord as if that was something I believed in. I need to come up with some other higher power to address things to.

Anyways, what ends up happening is that I spiral into despair about how empty and shallow and devoid of meaning my life is. I mean, really, what's my point? What will I see when I look back on my life 40 years from now? So, then I consider having children...

they would fill the time...

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Someone with Savvy

Seriously, community theatre and I need to make a clean break. I am so filled with rage and bile right now. This really just isn't worth it. My volunteer work shouldn't make me feel this way. But I do love it when people with absolutely no marketing background or even marketing savvy...because I really would settle for savvy.....hold on, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I would settle for savvy just because I really like the word savvy...I love typing it...savvy...all those v's. delish.

Anyways, some people don't have an background per se...but they do have savvy...so if someone with savvy made some suggestions to me on ad copy I would probably perk up and listen. But what they don't seem to understand about copy is that it needs to be engaging...engaging!!

Excuse me while I go on a muderous rampage. I'm on the lookout for something kind of like a hammer...but not quite, bigger perhaps...with a broader head. I'll take wooden or rubber, really, what ever is available.

I'm done!!!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

I'm Done Volunteering

Once again my efforts to do something positive and useful have been waylaid by an idiot. Let me ask you a simple question. If you do not consider your theatre company to be community theatre (and I think community theatre has a very clear definition) then why, dear lord why, are you a member of an alliance of community theatres?

Look, community theatre is made up of people who are pursuing theatre as a hobby. They aren't being paid...or at least they're not being paid enough to even begin to consider quitting their day jobs. And while some of them may have aspirations of going professional, let's be realistic...that transition doesn't really happen.

I shouldn't rant any more about this...lest I offend some artist's delicate sensibilities. Jerks, the lot of them. That's it! (she proclaims...again) I'm done volunteering for these chumps! (damn it, I know I'll be back...trying to fix them, trying to make them work.)

I hate myself.