Amy

*Looks at watch*

Ahhhh yes, death flu season it is! *Melts feebly*

I'm about to go to bed, I swear, since my shift tomorrow is an 8am start. Still, turning on Ancient Laptop and finding it still works (more or less) is worth a celebratory internets or two. Little Precious (shared iPad) is very shiny and speedy, but just doesn't have the same immersive feel of actually sitting down at a computer.

In other news, this happened. Oh, Andrew Lloyd Webber, let it go.

In other news... not much, actually. The first one of my schoolfriends had a baby? That was scary, but the bb is cute and supernaturally chilled out, so that's ok. I keep getting invited to weddings. I think it's just that sort of time. Ooooh, and at work we got delibered a whole load of dinosaur toys. Debi, some of them have your name written all over them, I'm on it.

GUYS GUYS GUYS.

I DUN A BLOG.



agkjlshdh. It's rough, it's incomplete, and I'm already behind, but BEHOLD WHAT WILL BE A GOOD HALF OF MY MASTERS DISSERTATION.

I am going slowly around the bend.

Next up: The Georges in their palaces! And possibly delicious pastry recipes, if I can find one I could concievably make.



(I STILL LOVE YOU ALL, I DO; BUT DEAR GOD, HELP, DROWNING IN BOOKS AND PROJECT GUTENBERG.)

...How are yoooou?

Hello!

So I am playing a French woman in a partially-scripted Murder Mystery evening in a couple of weeks - the trouble is that while my half-arsed accent is consistent enough to pass muster, it is highly likely that some bastard will try to question me in French during the interrogation rounds. (We have three rounds where the suspects go up to audience tables and answer any question in-character.)

Can anybody give me a quick-and dirty phrase or two that I can use to acknowledge 'yes you're very clever, this character is indeed fluent, but we'll be doing this in English'? Some other characters also have sections in German, but we do at least have a fluent German-speaker on the production team. I don't want to resort to Babelfish!

What I would like to say:

I think this investigation should be conducted in English for the benefit of your fellow detectives, don't you?

Your accent is terrible.

I think we should speak English.

This is not relevant to the investigation.

At a pinch, I could just keep everything in English, but the whole idea is to immerse the audience as far as possible - even in an emergency we do not break character (there are 'assistant detectives' wandering about who intercede instead).

Any help will be met with utmost gratitude! And a favour back, if it's in my power - icons, drabbles, threads. I will try!

Cheers!

Ugh. Staying an hour and a half late at work on a Friday is nnnot great. But better I did that than freak out on Monday morning, I guess. I did not cry from frustration today, but it was a close-run thing.

OH WELL.

...My thirteen-year-old brother just asked if I would watch Glee with him tonight. AWWW. I kind of lucked out when he was born, I sometimes think.

Let's see - I might go audition for Little Shop of Horrors tomorrow. *Ponders* I was in it when I was fourteen, and I'd love to do it again. Trrrouble is, I got in last time because they needed two children, one boy and one girl. Still, no harm can come from auditioning, and god knows I need the practise. :S

I've been pretty busy with drama stuff recently, actually - I'm in the Murder Mystery of supreme poorly-written datedness, which is nevertheless one hell of a lot of fun since the cast all get on so well. Then there's the drama festival in two weeks - we're doing a musical medley half-hour slot on the Friday and then a twenty-four-hour musical directly after that which will be awesome, if deadly. That's probably enough to be going on with for now.

Hmm. Glee time, I think. Can't disappoint the brotherlet.

Ask Me Anything meme! (from bookelfe)

I do not actually remember the wording because it's been a while since this one last went around LJ, but basically, if there is anything you are curious to know about me because you are new around here/are old around here but feel like you should already have known it/have never gotten around to asking despite the fact that you know multitudinous other details of my life like what I eat for breakfast every morning, today is a day to ask it. (It does not have to be RL stuff necessarily! Fannish questions are fun too.)

I will not be offended by anything you ask but I fully retain the right to not answer questions, because sometimes I do like being a woman of mystery. Alternately, I may screen answers if for whatever reason I do not feel comfortable sharing them with the-internet-at-large.


ALSO: Will not so much be around tomorrow, because I'm doing two performances then attending cast party in the evening, and I will be dead when I get home.

Work continues dull and mindless. I therefore blame rionaleonhart for my recent desire to write Derren Brown into my orginal fic as a thinly-disguised psychic stage magician and reluctant ally to the protagonists' efforts.

OKAY SO.

I'm in a good mood, and feeling the posting thing, which means I'm like, QUICK ENGAGE WITH PEOPLE NOW, FOOL. Since... you may have noticed, it's been a while. Or not. I've failed for a while. Buuut I'm still about, and have another week before I start work again, and my panto is done (hahahaha what. So much fun.) So! There was a meme going around awhile back that intrigued me, but I had a hideous cold at the time, as I do for about 80% of the year, so I forwent it. Then... lost it. So I'm rephrasing from memory.

Comment with something you would like to hear an audio file of, and I will record it for you. I never did work out voiceposts, but I can record stuff and upload to megaupload or whatever easily enough. I will happily chat randomly, offer random thoughts on a subject, read a thread, verse or poem; or sing for you, assuming I am familiar with it. Let me practise using my diddy microphone for yoooou!

Let's do that! Meanwhile, I will go around tagging things. La!

This week, I have been mostly working.

It's only a temp contract, for AQA, but at least it's something. Less impressed am I by the nature of the work - the first day and a half I was checking exam papers - nothing fun, just making sure the examiners had added up their marks correctly (a surprising number had not) - but then I was informed that I was supposed to be at the other site. Said site is a very narrow pathway from the other, and totally iced over at the moment, to quite a dangerous degree. 'Should take you ten minutes' my arse. Took us forty-five, and we made good time. It is, however, on a bus route, so that helps. Unfortunately, the nature of the work is slightly different. By which I mean: envelope stuffing. Yay! We send out all the exam scripts, either in envelopes, or more recently in big old boxes. (Which are hella heavy. I've been terrified of straining my back all week. The effort has really made my legs hurt from all the correct lifting - god knows what would happen if I did it incorrectly.)

On the other hand, it's only for two weeks, one of which is done with, and they are paying me seven quid an hour - including the full day that was snowed off. So, could be worse.

This weekend I have been slobbing, having dinner with cousins, and cooking Sunday roast for family and neighbours. Every time I cook a chicken I try out a different method - this week is honey, garlic and ground coriander. Will report back with nom-o-meter.

How are all of you getting on?

We took down all the Christmas stuff today, wrapped up warm against the cold and snow. Weird and inexplicable places that pine needles have shown up thereafter include:

My pockets.
In my shoes.
(related, in my toe. Ow.)
In my freaking bra.
On the cat.

The rest of the day was spent beating my head against the jobseekers website and phone line. One would think they don't want to give me money while I can't find a job. Um.

I just want you all to know that I look awesome.

Braaaaaiiiiins...