I wonder, at times, at how easy it is for people to live seemlessly within contradiction. It isn't ironic. It's just plain baffling. I listen as some theatre managerial types bemoan the lack of audiences to a show when, as they say this, they are standing beside a pile of posters for the event that never made it to a wall or telephone pole. Why was the money spent on making the posters? Gloss and colour included? Because publicity is important damn it! Why weren't they put up? Well...surely that was someone else's job eh?
Another example? When other folks print out scale stage drawings and wonder when they aren't all that close to scale when their printers are set to automatically change the scale to fit.
There's more.
When crew who get a call wonder why I might insist that if I offer a rehearsal and performance shift they can't get away with doing only one part. It really is all or nothing. I don't mean to be mean.
When people spend a great deal of time, focus and energy to label and catalogue items so they end up in the right spot but don't bother to actually notice the room numbers to the doors of the places where the items are to be placed and then wonder why they can't locate anything.
This one is to my mom who called the other night wondering if, over Christmas, I had taken a cabbage. Do you know your daughter? Really. Of all the goodies to be had in the house, do you really think I would avail myself of a cabbage?
If one doesn't save money, there won't be money left over. For anything. The same goes for fruitloop necklaces. If you eat all your fruitloops off the necklace, don't expect your brother to freely hand over his. And no. He really shouldn't automatically share.
1 comment:
you are so right! never share with the kid who ate theirs first! otherwise you end up with freaky speed-eating kids. Ever wonder why S is so skinny? She's an only child. Nobody EVER made her automatically share the food when child x or y had chawed through their own like hyenas round a baby zebra carcas.
poetic, yah?
been away from the language laterly. pardon-ezzz moi!
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