Good evening all. Sorry for my hasty post but I woke up late and had to hurry, yet again, or miss the bus.
Talking about various shows closing. I can only imagine how heartbreaking and sad it must be for all involved to see something they all so believed in to close or be rejected by the public. I know that one takes ones chances but it leave one to wonder at what point do things go wrong?
Someone comes up with a story. They think it’s pretty good. They show to someone and they say, “Hey, I want to produce that story”. Then more and more people come onboard from the set designers to the actors/actresses, etc, etc. They must believe in the play/musical to some extent or why would they waste their time doing it. At what point does someone say, “This is awful. No one is going to come see this trash!” And even if they did, at what point is it to late to try to fix it? Or is it a case of can’t see the forest for the trees? The people involved are so wrapped up in the story and the work of getting it ready that they can’t see that something is horribly wrong.
You see, BK, you are not the only one who can ramble on about a subject.
JoseSPiano said:
What Thanksgiving side-dish do you absolutely refuse to eat, cannot eat, will not eat, makes you sick at just the sight and smell of it?
Cranberry sauce. YUCK!
Ben said:
Giblets make me cringe.
I have to agree with that but can’t agree with calling brussel sprouts
“Those awful little vegetables”.
I LOVE’EM.
Cookies: Chocolate Chip, Sugar and Maple cookies are my favorites. To nibble on-I’m not much of a baker. Something always happens to the cookie dough before I can bake it. It disappears. Same thing with raw pie dough.
Congrats Ann for finishing your paper! Yay!
Best wishes to Colin and a very speedy recovery.
I took the test–I am. (According to the test, anyway)....
Hestia. Goddess of the Hearth.
She never married, but only because too many people like her and she didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. She was the most gentle of the Greek Pantheon and she was way cool. Like her, you make people around you feel content and loved. Go You!Well, that’s off. I’m nothing like that. I’ve always thought of myself as more of a Artemis–Goddess of the Hunt.
Speaking of harems, I was part of one at one time. When I used to go to Sci Fi cons the group I belonged to had a habit of stuffing as many people into a hotel room as possible to save money. People slept on the floor, in the bath tub, etc. My personal preference was the closet. Don’t knock it - it was like a private room. Being short can work to an advantage sometimes.
Where was I? Part of a harem–ahh yes. Anyway there was this really, really, really shy guy we all knew who we called, “Dan, the Ghost”. He couldn't say two words to a female.
Well, the ladies decided this had to change. The next convention, the seven (all different ages and some married already) of us got Dan to think he was going to room in with the guys. Surprise! Not only was he in the room with the seven of us, but we hung all over him everywhere he went. We fought over who got to walk on the left or right side and at dinner, we all slipped him a $20 so when the bill came, he whipped out a roll about an inch thick. NO ONE knew it wasn't his money and we played the whole thing as real.
He was the envy of every guy in the place. *chuckle*
Now, don’t get me wrong, nothing happened but here’s the payoff of the story. After that weekend, Dan wasn’t a ghost anymore. In fact, it was only a few months later that he found his lady love and got married. Alas, it was not me.
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