2004-11-05 - 4:33 p.m.
So it has been a while, and so much and so little has happened.
I did get to Heph on Saturday, and celebrated Mightily his birthday we did. Sunday, I have no idea what I did. Probably homework.
The next Sunday, Love had an old friend. We had dinner and rehearsed Rocky. Tuesday was marked by a late night final dress rehearsal which I played with a new digital camera at. Wednesday was class. Thursday we cleaned. Friday was the big day. I got off from work, checked otu a camcorder. I then bought tapes and dinner. I returned to watch the final rehearsal that ended 1/2 hour before show. During this run-through we found out that the sound cut out for the last scene, so we dig up an alternative 10 minutes before showtime. We let in the mass of virgins, and proceed to sacrifice them. Carrot shredding, phalic balloon jousting, chair sex, twinky eating . . . and the most horrible sacrifice ever. It was combined with the "pre-show."
*Cut to crimey sitting at laptop*
Follow me.
If you will.
*Google search appears on the screen. He types in "Channel 101", and hits return. He quietly clicks on the first hit. He then mouses over to the "videos" tab, and clicks on the "cancelled shows" option.*
What of the Pre-Show? No one thought of it before hand. Then Frank had an idea.
*He scrolls down to "Six Months to Live" clicking on the link to "view all Six Months to Live episodes." He the reveals the first episode.*
This would be the "Pre-Show." And a sacrifice as well . . . on all parts. The virgins were forced to dance the dance in said episode. The cast was forced to watch it. All were scarred for life.
And the show went on. The replacement had sound that was too low, so the defective version was reverted to, and the show proceeded. Technical difficulty plagued all of the techies, but the actors were unphased, and unconcerned (actors!). And then there was clean up and sleep.
Saturday was sleep and roleplaying. My world got turned on its ear in the late evening, and no sleep was had as time changed. Sunday I slept some, and never really woke up. Candy was passed out, as was I.
Monday came in wearily with work. It ended in a lovely potluck, which I left early from, being out of my mind with stress, lack of sleep, and gods only know what other manners of mental disability.
Tuesday or Wednesday I felt much better, and had class. In concert with my recovery, the world spiraled downward. Elections happened, laws were passed, family's family died. Thursday was still rough with stress. Today I prepare for Tommorrow.
Tommorrow is a 12 hour work day, followed by roleplaying and PCP!! Friends will be headed to hang with us, and it should be good, provided I am conscious.
Take care y'all. Death is not the end, and things are never as bad as they seem.
