The odd Bond

The World is Not Enough is on TV right now. Sophie Marceau pwns just by existing, but the rest of the casting is a bit weird, IMHO. Pierce Bronson is way too pretty to be James Bond, and Denise Richards, as Dr Indiana Christmas Jones, is possible the poutiest "hotpantsologist" in the history of the world (term courtesy of Cleolinda Jones).

Even Judi Dench was like, "'Welcome to my nuclear family'? Hells no, bitch. I was with you when you tried to drown Hagrid in caviar, but this is too much. I'll just sit over here in this cage and swing a stick at a stool with a clock on it."

The blank title

Got the side-reading on Charlie's webcam, with his help, though obviously it wasn't very high quality, and there were still so many issues.

I need to find out what's wrong with the camera, but... there doesn't actually seem to be anything wrong with it. Or with the computer. Or with the firewire. But if you attach the camera to the computer with the firewire, nothing happens. The computer can't sense that the camera is there, so I can't import anything.

The cannibalistic frosty

Some people don't like Girl Scouts. Maybe these people think that the cookies sold by these little uniformed girls are not sufficiently yummy to warrant the calories. Or that the cookies are too expensive and that not enough of the proceeds will actually go to the Girl Scout's troop, but rather to the cookie manufacturers. Or maybe these people are just confused by the fact that an organization-- once known for teaching girls to light fires when completely surrounded by trees and to tie geometrical knots-- is now known more for junk food fundraisers.

But, Dairy Queen, that is no excuse to cut little girls up and blend them with ice cream. I don't care if you serve mint cookies with it; this just doesn't sound good.

You see, my friends, I've just witnessed a DQ commercial advertising a Blizzard "with real pieces of Girl Scout and mint cookies!"

I drink your Girl Scouts.

PS: Still no luck with the digital camcorder

The firewire follies

Troubles abound with my video audition. There's something wrong (firewire, I think). I can't get the audition into the computer, and so I can't get it onto the web. Argh! More later.

For now, have some Doctor Who...

Ricky: We are going to take them down!
Micky: What, from your kitchen?
Ricky: You got a problem with that?
Micky: No, it's a good kitchen.

Feel better now? What? You mean that you weren't annoyed in the first place, because it's not your computer/camcorder/etc. that has the problem? *grumbles*

Edit, 1/2 hour later: Okay, scary thought: it could be the camera. I've now tried using two different firewires and two different computers. The only possible recourse that I have in order to get my audition in before the next millennium may be the use a webcam (my brother has one). That will look professional...

The combined auditions

Lakewood Playhouse and Tacoma Little Theatre are holding combined auditions this month, from Thursday the 10th to Saturday the 12th. I'll need either a song and a monologue or two contrasting monologues. The only thing worse than an audition is an audition where one must sing (all right, things like the Holocaust were pretty damn bad, too, but you know that's not what I mean). I think that I'll go with a classical monologue and a modern one, then. If I really wanted to stretch myself, I'd do a song, but I just don't feel that I can. Maybe I'll sing at the next TPS General Unified auditions... I think they're in February.

Now I need to find some good monologues. I'll probably go with Shakespeare for the classical one, so I'll need something really obscure. Maybe from Cymbeline or Timon of Athens? One of the plays that you only read if you really love Shakespeare or have a really sadistic teacher. (I'm in the former-- I'd read all of Shakespeare's plays by the time that I hit my teens, which makes for great bragging rights.) The only Shakespeare play that I've ever studied in school was Romeo and Juliet. Stadium High had it as one of the major works Freshman studied. This spring, a boy shot himself. And now Stadium will never do Romeo and Juliet again. Because obviously it was an old play that convinced the student to kill himself. It's not like depression is a serious illness or anything; it was those damn books. Fortunately, Stadium hasn't ruled out most classic works of literature, or anything, banning stories that involve suicide. Only, you know, Anna Karenina, Thérèse Raquin, Hamlet, The Awakening, Madame Bovary, Macbeth, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Antony and Cleopatra, nearly anything from Ancient Greece.... Oh, wait...

I just hope Stadium doesn't do something crazy like assign Émile Durkheim.