dagmaraka wrote:i don't think anyone ever noticed if ample boobage'd person ever forgot her lines. that is yet to be tested.
I'm sorry, could you repeat that?
...I was distracted.
That reminds me, I saw the word "boobage" in the NYT the other day! Is that a Craven coinage?
I forgot what I was saying. I bet nobody noticed.
no, I think I just made that up.
you know, I've been the first so come up with quite a few popular word(s) and have never gotten the credit.
Ground Zero....that was me.
I said it the same day, got a strange look....now, everybody knows it. But does anyone thank me?
no.
next up in the search: boobie...
Aw, that sucks. I'll have to remember where I saw it. Sunday Styles, maybe.
its possible their online search doesn't include the magazine sections...
1:47am, just got home. stayed after the rehearsal to finish Cleopatra's legs. They are gawgeous. I ended up using styrofoam cones that were backstage - sliced them up into three - the thickest part was for the thigh, thinner for calf, and the tip for the foot. connected them with wire (detangled two wire hangers for that) and duct tape. then wrapped in the stuffing - thermal insulation stuff from a crafts store, duct taped into shape, and stuffed into four pairs of pantyhose. put high heels on, and voila.i am very proud. and tired.
i also hung out with the main crew, and am starting to feel like a part of the family. i'm the only fool out of the whole chorus that comes 2 hours early and leaves hours after the rehearsal is done, so i'm getting noticed. not sure if they don't think of me as of some sort of a weirdo because of that, but what the heck. i'm enjoying myself more than anytime at least in the last ten years that i can remember.
sozobe wrote:Aw, that sucks. I'll have to remember where I saw it. Sunday Styles, maybe.
No....I just said.....It...was....me.....
I come up with all these good ones, and no one pays attention until they hit the NYT's.
boobage = chai tea
Glad to sewe you made it home ak.
Quote:not sure if they don't think of me as of some sort of a weirdo because of that, but what the heck.
They prolly just feel sorry for you dag (crew are like that).
Thats so not true............. and you know it.
i think they appreciate the extra effort. but i'm deadly tired.
tonight i'm catching a midnight bus to new york, right after the rehearsal for a whole day of meetings. then a night bus back tomorrow night, and then straight to a whole day of rehearsal. sunday night i'll be truly a walking dead.
Oh, Eryemil, I will ask Mark Meehan (the centurion) whether he's available...;-) He also played Prince Charming in Cinderella and has a voice to die for. Very funny and warm personality, too. A rare species.
Actually, what am I talking about.. He's not a centurion. He's Mark Anthony, the leading role in the play right after Cleopatra.
The leg sounds fab! Great job. (I LOVE stuff like that, improvising with what's at hand, funfunfun!)
it was fun
<crash>
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Ah, the roar of the greasepaint.
Still, about that day job....
DON'T PUT YOUR DAUGHTER ON THE STAGE, MRS. WORTHINGTON
From Noel Coward On The Air - 1947
(Noel Coward)
Noel Coward
(He speaks:
Some years ago when I was returning from the Far East on a very large ship, I was pursued around the
decks every day by a very large lady. She showed me some photographs of her daughter -
a repellant-looking girl and seemed convinced that she was destined for a great stage career. Finally,
in sheer self-preservation, I locked myself in my cabin and wrote this song - "Don't Put Your Daughter
On The Stage, Mrs. Worthington".)
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
The profession is overcrowded
The struggle's pretty tough
And admitting the fact she's burning to act
That isn't quite enough
She's a nice girl and though her teeth are fairly good
She's not the type I ever would be eager to engage
I repeat, Mrs. Worthington, sweet Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
Regarding yours, dear Mrs. Worthington
Of Wednesday, the 23rd.
Although your baby may be keen on a stage career
How can I make it clear that this is not a good idea
For her to hope and appear, Mrs. Worthington
Is on the face of it absurd
Her personality is not in reality quite big enough, inviting enough
For this particular sphere
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
She's a bit of an ugly duckling, you must honestly confess
And the width of her seat would surely defeat
Her chances of her success
It's - it's a loud voice, and though it's not exactly flat
She'll need a little more than that to earn a living wage
On my knees, Mrs. Worthington, please Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
Don't put your daughter on the stage, Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
Though they said at the school of acting
She was lovely as Peer Gynt
I'm afraid, on the whole, an ingenue role might emphasize her squint
She has nice hands, to give the wretched girl her due
But don't you think her bust is too developed for her age
No more buts, Mrs. Worthington, nuts! Mrs. Worthington
Don't put your daughter on the stage
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I'm glad you're having fun, dag.
But take care of yourself - good food, plenty of water, vitamins - if you don't have time for sleep, try to get everything else right at least. Think what a disaster for the show it would be if you got sick or injured! (Ok, shutting up now.)
