These Days …

September may be difficult, but it’s not without reward. I actually enjoy getting up early to do corporate shows. The sunlight is golden-wonderful, it’s so peaceful to eat breakfast and have coffee and watch the windows fog up from my heater. (… Now if only I could sleep better at night. If I have one more Training nightmare … ugh.)

Been watching His or Her Circumstances in the mornings, Witch Hunter Robin at night. It’s nice to feel like I’ve finally hit a groove. I don’t like falling into Routines, but there are some things which are necessary patterns, I think, in order for one to feel like they’re living. A heartbeat for the day, if you will. If you do some things the same way each day, then you can really appriciate the things which differ. And I do enjoy novelty.

I’m in such a good mood, all of this is thrown up without judgement. Sorry if it’s a little sweet.

This weekend, I have tons of shows, and then Boom Prom.

Now, most events here are something I look forward to. A prom, however, sounds a little forced. The other parties seem born out of holidays or anniversaries … not Prom. It makes me tense. Why reenact an event which was so hideous to begin with. Might as well have a “Doctor’s Waiting Room” dance. Or “Dentist in July!”. True, it’ll be nice to be there with Sophie, but … ugh. Anxiety. Gotta find a dress, gotta do my hair, paint my nails.

This whole thing already feels a little like being in school again; the tiny clique of friends, the lack of responsibility, the lockers and teachers and hallpasses. Prom is just going to push it past the sickening into the surreal.

Try not to be pessimistic, H.

But it’s Prom. Gross!

A Second Time …

Fret fret fret …

The worst part about losing an entry to the unruly internet is knowing that the recap of things already posted won’t be as good as the original. I’m already impatient and I haven’t even begun yet. What am I talking about? Why, LIVEJOURNAL already ate this entry once … and now I’m rewriting it to fill you in.

This weekend was no exception to the promise of a busy September. (What’s nice about a workaholic Sept is the well-funded Halloween that follows!) But anyway, on Saturday morning, I unknowingly embarked on an adventure that would change my eating habits for life.

Err … or at least it would make for a good entry.

Saturday Morning, 6:45. Heather arrives at Boom Chicago for a corporate somewhere in Holland.

12:00. Having memorized her script and the running order for the show, Heather performs said corporate show on a stage at an old fort near a nuclear power plant. The center of the fort has been newly converted to an enclosed theatre. The stage is huge. The show is a hit.

13:00. Brendan, Tim, Jaime, and Heather are invited to lunch with the client. 13:10. Heather sits at the end of a long wooden table, in a Medieval Dining Hall lit only by candlelight. Tim remarks, “I feel like I just got Gryfindorr. (Sp)”

13:15 Lunch is announced by a man in period costume. Trumpets sound. Everyone yells something in Dutch.

13:16. There is no silverware.

13:30 Everyone is given a hat and bib. Heather starts to get tense.

13:40 The first course arrives at the tables. 15 Two-Foot-Long-Eels bound about the necks by rope. Eyes bulging. Everyone takes an eel.

13:41 Heather watches the Dutch Suits de-spine the eels. She does the same. Heather regards the spine of the eel sitting on her plate. Thanks to a life of Sushi, the eel doesn’t frighten her once she has torn off its head.

13:50 Full Mackerals (Sp?) are brought to the table, again bound by rope about the neck. Heather declines.

14:30 Third round of wine and beer brought to table. Heather is tipsy.

15:00 Main Course arrives. Leg of Hog, with hoof. Some part of a lamb. Something else, unidentifiable. Heather feels sick. Everyone yells something in Dutch over and over again, then everyone begins to cut into Hog Leg.

15:15 Ice Cream Cones served.

That was the Lunch of Saturday!

On Sunday Night, Brendan, Jim, Tim, Paddy and I went to Utrect to do a HLN on the road. It was an awesome show, three acts long. There’s nothing more surreal than this job. Saturday, I cut into the head of an Eel with my thumb. Sunday, I free style rapped about Jeremey from London. What the hell.

Anime and …

Scottie came back and auditioned for Boom Chicago last week. Fantastic. He did a great job and also played another Late Night. I’ve been a little fried; Sept. is a difficult month at Boom (apparently, the entire fall/early winter is rough), and I’m doing 10 shows every 5 days or so…

But still, recently I finished watching RahXephon and .hack. Since I don’t know how to link to another page within my livejournal (I’m an HTML dunce), I’ll just post a bit on them here. For those of you not into Anime, don’t worry about all this. It’s mostly for the new friend who sent me such great fansubs.

.Hack//sign
Was fantastic until about midway through. Such a lonely show. But I thought that the tone shift when the party heads into the broken server was abrupt, and from that point on, the show didn’t seem to make much sense. I don’t appriciate shows that set up tangents that aren’t followed through, and too much of the series seemed to be hooking you on characters so that you’d buy the game and manga. Unfortunate, because I don’t think I’ll get to either of those, and would have loved to know the full arc of Tsukasa. The ending was a little forced, too.

RahXephon
Here’s a troubled piece of work. If I hadn’t seen Eva before, I probably would have truly loved much of the show, but since so much of the content was beat-for-beat borrowed from NGE, it was difficult to appriciate the series as a whole. I adore the character design — Mishima Reika has been my LJ icon since I started the journal. And the music in the series was FANTASTIC, also. So many moments in the show were truly beautiful (which is what kept me going), but the Eva stuff … c’mon, guys. You had a chance to do something unique, but instead it just felt cribbed.

That’s all, I’ve got to jet.