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There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are.
I made my Secret Santa recipient cry? Boy I hope that's okay!! Starting to get into Christmas stress mode, but I'm also on survival autopilot mode until my work week is over, so hopefully I can get everything squared away in a total of four days!!
Chipped in my ten dollars for work pizza yesterday, but I feel like that shouldn't count as one of my designated ordering out days and I still owe myself a treat. We'll see what the jury comes back with after deliberations.
I am going to have a cagematch with this scanner if it doesn't stop starting shit with me whenever I actually attempt to get a bit of work done. Maybe it's just trying to motivate me to work on this fic some more.
Throwback to earlier this month when Christmas was just a lovely season full of vibes and not another bunch of things I gotta fucking DO:
A Christmas Carol, By Charles Dickens, Adapted and originally directed by Tim Carroll
Directed By: Brendan McMurtry-Howlett
Synopsis: Ebenezer Scrooge is back! Nestled in the heart of the ultimate Christmas village, the charming holiday favourite A Christmas Carol returns to the Shaw Festival’s Royal George Theatre. It’s the perfect annual reminder of what Christmas is all about. Arrive feeling “Bah, humbug!” and leave full of warm, fuzzy Christmas spirit.
Pros: Puppets! Big scary ones and a fun kitty cat! Also Tiny Tim, which was a VERY weird choice, but one I kinda appreciated because you got the performance of the adult actor doing him without just having an adult play a child, which is one of my biggest theatre annoyances. Great performances across the board. Bob Cratchit could get it. The bar sold these really tasty apple ciders.
Cons: Puppets. The Ghost of Christmas Present remains very upsetting to me, and since the Cratchit daughter was played by an adult, the goodwill earned by avoiding the trope with the offputting TT puppet was WASTED. Also there was a really weird musical number.
What I Was Up To: Old-fashioned Victorian Christmas in NOTL, part 2! Wandering through plenty of lovely little tourist trap shops and buying a multitude of tasty snacks as night fell and I was honestly more full of motherfucking Christmas spirit than I have been since I was an actual child. There was a very tasty Greek restaurant tucked in some little atmospheric underground nook in there somewhere, too. And then I went to see The Boy and the Heron in a giant, empty theatre when we got back to Niagara Falls and it was just a really great day from top to bottom!
Verdict: The performances carry it through some very strange production choices. God bless us, everyone!
enough of fun puppets, bring back the big scary bitch
oh my god, a second assortment of baked treats has hit the manager's office, i gotta go
Chipped in my ten dollars for work pizza yesterday, but I feel like that shouldn't count as one of my designated ordering out days and I still owe myself a treat. We'll see what the jury comes back with after deliberations.
I am going to have a cagematch with this scanner if it doesn't stop starting shit with me whenever I actually attempt to get a bit of work done. Maybe it's just trying to motivate me to work on this fic some more.
Throwback to earlier this month when Christmas was just a lovely season full of vibes and not another bunch of things I gotta fucking DO:
Directed By: Brendan McMurtry-Howlett
Synopsis: Ebenezer Scrooge is back! Nestled in the heart of the ultimate Christmas village, the charming holiday favourite A Christmas Carol returns to the Shaw Festival’s Royal George Theatre. It’s the perfect annual reminder of what Christmas is all about. Arrive feeling “Bah, humbug!” and leave full of warm, fuzzy Christmas spirit.
Pros: Puppets! Big scary ones and a fun kitty cat! Also Tiny Tim, which was a VERY weird choice, but one I kinda appreciated because you got the performance of the adult actor doing him without just having an adult play a child, which is one of my biggest theatre annoyances. Great performances across the board. Bob Cratchit could get it. The bar sold these really tasty apple ciders.
Cons: Puppets. The Ghost of Christmas Present remains very upsetting to me, and since the Cratchit daughter was played by an adult, the goodwill earned by avoiding the trope with the offputting TT puppet was WASTED. Also there was a really weird musical number.
What I Was Up To: Old-fashioned Victorian Christmas in NOTL, part 2! Wandering through plenty of lovely little tourist trap shops and buying a multitude of tasty snacks as night fell and I was honestly more full of motherfucking Christmas spirit than I have been since I was an actual child. There was a very tasty Greek restaurant tucked in some little atmospheric underground nook in there somewhere, too. And then I went to see The Boy and the Heron in a giant, empty theatre when we got back to Niagara Falls and it was just a really great day from top to bottom!
Verdict: The performances carry it through some very strange production choices. God bless us, everyone!
enough of fun puppets, bring back the big scary bitch
oh my god, a second assortment of baked treats has hit the manager's office, i gotta go