Sunday, February 28, 2010

No more treasurer


This morning I found the energy to complete a 40 minute jog around sunny Raby.

Don't know how i did it, but it kept me in a brilliantly wonderful mood for the remainder of the day! Well, it could have been that or spending breakfast with an entourage of my favorite people.
Mumma T, JD, Little Noah, Bridgette and her charming boy all dealt with my increasingly demanding diet of measured substances allocated at specific times.

The waiter, was correctly identified as a homosexual was kind enough to cater for my strange request of specific portions of milk, cereal and fruits.

Choofing off after breaky, I dashed down to the gong to catch up on my lack of set building points with my current musical SPELLING BEE.

I got to use power tools, paint and got a whole lotta glitter stuck to my ass. Even BETTER to report, the costumer simply loved my clothes I had made yesterday. I'm so excited to start wearing them for real. Although slightly less enthusiastic in getting my chest waxed to avoid looking like a 40 year old in an overgrown kids top.

Continued choofing resulted in Double Bay Thai for dinner and finalising the editing/authoring the DVD for Genevieve's film ROSY MAX.

Fruit of the Moment: Greens and Chilli

Saturday, February 27, 2010

I fogot to buy the paper for the TROPFEST DVD, but not to fear! A tall Canadian will provide for me.


Kenney woke up today to an alarm. which made him very grumpy. Before heading out to the doctors, he forgot to put out the garbage and take a sample tube of nanny's moisturiser.

The visit to the doctors went well, if you discount the fact that post blood test I look like a crack whore. Not so fun. Also, the nurse didn't have any Spiderman Bandaids. Sad Pandas.

Today's task was to learn how to use mum's super expensive sewing machine without breaking it. I learnt how to thread a bobbin, and how to sew a teeshirt and pants. My character in spelling Bee; Leaf Coneybear makes his own clothes. Therefore, I took it upon myself to make them.

My adventures in sewing went well. Besides the fact that my arms are upside down because the seam for the sleeve is on the shoulder seam. Trust me. It looks weird. But this is okay, cos Leaf is meant to be weird.

Despite my avoidance of MARDI GRAS and MOVIES WITH FRIENDS I still got to bed at 9:30. where I am now, writing this to you; oh nameless reader. Take care.

Fruit of the Moment: Multigrain

Friday, February 26, 2010

The birthday is in the bag



Work was a blur of tiredness. I got more sleep then any other weekday this week AND I didn't go on a 3mile run. Beats me why I woke up zonked.

Swing tags were the topic at work. I have something like a week to redesign every swing tag and every instruction care label for every garment in every range to fit with the new Australian standards for branding/packaging.

The auditionees keep calling for love song. We are half booked out for auditions already! SO many women. I need more men. Story of my life really.

My real work was sitting in front of my iMovie app and working on finalising Genevieve's short film ROSY MAX. I've included a short sequence that was pitched and timed perfectly by actor David Solomon so that no matter what take i cut to, it always sounded the same, with the same gestures and timing. Very Impressed.

Fruit of the Moment: Italliano

Thursday, February 25, 2010

I go to a Catholic School; DON'T be alarmed!

Yesterday, I receive a letter in the mail from CCUSA (the company that has "organised" my 2010 Camp details.) The letter informed me that I had 2 days left to get my passport and working visa application into the US consulate. Along with some odd $400 worth of fees and money orders.

This I decided, was bothersome.

Today I spent my day running around like chickens being hacked at by trainee Japanese chefs. I had to of course not arouse suspicions that I was pouring through miles of American red tape documents about my mother's maiden name. The form was infuriatingly frustrating as it kept logging me off the system, forcing me to re-enter all the information more than four times.

The trip to the post office was met with some relief. More relief was found with my SUSHI DINER I ate before rehearsals.

Fruit of the Moment: Sweat Sucking Wonder Fabric

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Are you gonna eat that pickle?

So with four hours sleep and a whole lotta running around port Kembla this morning, i shlumped it to the IMAX to finally see AVATAR.

It was amazing. Enormous, beautiful, engaging and the 3D wasn't like WOW!! I'M WHACKING A BALL OFF A PADDLE AT THE AUDIENCE!!! It was more like having dust particles and leaves floating around at different distances which made you feel totally enveloped within the world.

Yes, there may have been some shameless "THEY'RE KILLING NATURE?!??!" crying on behalf of myself. But he (James Cameron) kills off so much more than a bunch of plants. I was convinced that the film would not live upto my expectations. But it did a top notch job of keeping me amazed and in awe for like 2 1/2 hours.

I think the guy next to me got real pissed off when I got my dinner bean/salad wrap i had made myself, proceeding to eat it with all the crinkling noises foil makes. Whatever. He was totally leaning WAY too far over on my side for comfort anyway. Also, I may have taken my shoes off on purpose for him to enjoy said fumes from my feet.

Fruit of the Moment: David Williamson

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Will you blog about my Knitting?

Today was productive, successful, busy and overall non eventful.

I ran for 30 minutes, I trafficked for 2 hours

I made packaging, I made my lunch.

I drove to Wollongong, I rehearsed act one of Spelling Bee.

My trip to Leila's gave me wonderful news of a built set for LOVE SONG. Glen really did an awesome job at making one of the three screens we will be using.

Leila has been busy knitting many pretty things. Her latest creation however has this beautiful shell pattern in the knitting. I'm looking forward to seeing the end result.

I have far too many unwatched YouTube videos and blogs to read.

Fruit of the Moment: LACIE STARCK + MOBILE 500GB USB

Monday, February 22, 2010

Isn't it nice when you figure out how to operate your car radio after owning your car for over 2 years?

Exciting to note that as a result of increasing the amount of water I consume during the day, I more frequently visit the Mens' room.

This would be okay if not stuck in peak hour traffic. Today i almost had an episode on my hands. Literally. Lucky the Casula turn off had been placed their and someone saw fit to keep the lights green until the doors of KFC greeted my... anguish.

Thank you George for inflicting this pain on me. Diets I can handle. 40 minute cross country runs are a breeze. Pissing in a car? not so much fun.

Also, i managed to find gluten free, wheat free tortilla wraps for a pizza extravaganza this evening. Well, when I say extravaganza i really mean tiny handful of cooked salads on bread.

Fruit of the Moment: Lost Glasses

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Less-than-Furious Mattress


A note to contemporary Australian playwrights:

If you have something to comment on, make sure you get around to it.

The final of the three performances of Melbourne 2010 was FURIOUS MATTRESS. A play inspired by a true story of a Victorian backyard exorcism that resulted in the death of the subject.

Now lets just say, the play has a few things going for it. One was you didn't quite know if she was possessed or if the Catholics were being truly insane. When the play went and pointed that out to you with extra cheese and tack-a-rama to spare, it lost its, err.. contemporary drama feel and dawned a new Benny Hill farce approach.

When the mattress itself had a puppeteer inside and started walking around angrily, i just about lost all respect for the independent theatrical group that funded the new work. OH! METAPHOR! BETTER SLAP THEIR FACES. *face palm*

The violence was comically and poorly staged. with sound effect slaps and punches that were all off. There was no physical contact between the cast. And when it came for someone to really show some insanity, their ability just couldn't hack it.

What I refuse to acknowledge is when one of the cast emerged from the legs of the possessed woman dressed in a giant half rat half mole costume. This appalling display of disrespect to the true story just had me beside myself.

So here was its problem: It TOLD you Else was possessed. and CLEARLY her husband was a nut job hiring two other equally deranged idiots to assist him with his wife's "cleansing".

So it would make sense to have your audience either follow one side or the other OR make it ambiguous enough that audiences were forced to choose a side THEY wanted.

INSTEAD what you were left with was no compassion for any character and hence a sense of "eeerr... so why did I waste my money on this plotless thing?"

Also, the set with furniture from the 1920's, costuming from the 1950's AND since the DVD player wasn't introduced in Japan in 1996, how would you expect there to be one in a rural Victorian home in 1993? This show just lost the game. Cool promo shot tho (above).

Fruit of the Moment: *sigh*

Did Everyone pick up their complimentary Earphone Set?


My second day of Melbourne was much better than yesterday.

Partly due to the late wake up, partly due to all the shopping, and partly due to the im-coming-home-soon feeling.

Whilst in America, a camp buddy Vee, bought several thousand kilos of books. Upon realisation that she had to spend over $150 to ship it home, I volunteered my extra bag on the flight home. However, she lives in Melbourne. Now. This was last August. Vee is still globetrotting. Go her. So i had arranged for someone to pick up the bags if i brought them down. (A lift from or to the airport would have been a nice thank you)

After finding out that my efforts in bringing down Vee's luggage from Sydney was not fruitful on saturday as my contact who was picking up the package then said it would be, I made a few angry sms' and found that Vee's parents were quick to pick up the peices and rescue their daughter's bag from my hotel's lobby. Thankless as always, I remained without a lift back to the airport.

I shopped through the Markets this morning and purchased around $100 worth of fabric to make Leaf Coneybear's outfit for my upcoming Spelling Bee musical.

I also managed to find myself a pretty cool WONKA shirt.

My highlight and saving grace of Melbourne turned out to be a trip to Hoyts where I watched SHUTTER ISLAND. Such a cool film. But I could have watched it here. (in sydney) Luckily, the Healthy Habits sandwich shop in the food court adjacent served Gluten and Wheat free bread.

After another disappointing performance from FURIOUS MATTRESS (above)

The airplane trip home was as brief as the one arriving. Except this time, I stayed awake for the safety instructional video.

Fruit of the Moment: Lightly Sparkling

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The Drowsey Production Values


The MTC production of THE DROWSY CHAPERONE, staring Geoffrey Rush was just that: Drowsy. And Lousy.

Rush was totally wrong for the Broadway obsessed recluse Man In Chair. He was far too youthful I felt.

The cast was obscenely down beat, without any power of the original broadway cast. And the Set was an unimaginative mishmash of set pieces carefully (and illogically) jigsawed together.

The result was a show that lacked.. luster. In essence a lackluster production.

It had its moments, but on the whole a waste of my money.

I can't express how wrong rush got it. So many lines were missed. So much comedy was lacking.

And Janette? Talk about a let down! No one can compare to Sutton Foster. This actress was neither in shape or prepared for the supposed-to-be-show-stopping SHOW OFF. Which, I was so underwhelmed with I refused to clap.

The best performance was easily from Robbert, who was perfect for the happy go lucky ott groom to be. Also, Kenney (that toilet guy) was okayish in his Mr Feldzieg role.

I really don't know why I bother coming to Melbourne to see these shows. Spamalot was just as bad (if not; more).

Fruit of the Moment: Disappointment Dessert

Madagascaring


MTC's production of Madagascar was on the whole, uninspiring, confusing and a little wasteful. Despite having Noni Hazlehurst of Playschool fame acting her pants off, the material just didn't cut it. Or maybe wasn't realised.

The set, being bland beige and boring was a stark contrast to the insanely modern approach to the direction.

The three characters, who turned out to be a Mother, her Lover from an affair and her daughter never one talked to each other, just lived out three separate intertwining narratives.

It was basically about a Mother's inability of letting her children go, her disappointment in their failures and pride in their wins, and helplessness when they leave her.

This would have been fine had it not been confusing. Or if the set had prepared us for this. Or if anything had prepared us, for example the opening tone perhaps.

It just fell short of its full potential. Even when the floor parted to reveal a thin layer of water the actors proceeded to walk over, casting eerie shadows on the walls of the Victorian window frames, I was still underwhelmed.

The 2 women next to me commented post performance "Well, it was modern". One of them asked me if it had made sense. I replied it had, as the use of repeated dialogue between the three characters showed how they were the same character, and why they all suffered the same fate in the end despite the difference of time between their narratives. I also went on to explain how the absence of the brother character further emphasised this, as he was the one which lived for himself, rather then because of someone else.

It made sense. But only if you had a tendency to pick up on narrative devices and common themes in family orientated drama.

Fruit of the moment: Baby Baked Beans

So, whats the deal here?


Today started at the bright and chirpy hour of 4:30. Where, I trust no one woke on my departure.

Driving to the airport was the third drive to the city from Wollongong this week where I was half asleep. I seem to have no time anymore to sleep. It goes hand in hand with working I guess.

Parking at the long term car park was an exciting and thrilling tale of adventure and daring. And by this, I mean confusing and dull.

Most importantly, I not only caught my plane on time to Melbourne, but it hardly lasted a second. I don't even remember take off before I hear the pilot announcing our decent into Melbourne.

My guess is the lack of food in portions i'm used to combined with the lack of sleep has done this to me.

Melbourne was, as always the city of people who wait to cross the road. Checking into my hotel about 10 meters from the airport shuttle, it was all too easy to avoid the $40 entrance fee into the Aquarium favorite the ACMI (Australian Centre for the Moving Image)

While there I made this

I always hate traveling with myself. Everything is so silent and awkward. Museums after Art Exhibitions are great, but not if no ones there to talk to. Unless of course you find an original Haunted House Ghost train carriage from Melbourne's Luna Park.


My reviews for the 2 productions today are above.

On my way home, I was stopped by a bunch of young, bright eyed foreigners with vague European accents asking where *random street* was. Luckily my anal self printed map aided them in their quest. It was when they asked me why I wasn't going out tonight that I actually pondered it, on the way to the Hotel internet kiosk.

Fruit of the moment: 30 minutes to make a sandwich for lunch.

Friday, February 19, 2010

No you're not. You're just loyal


My first weigh in was this afternoon.

After two weeks of dieting and exercise i had apparently lost 1kg. This shocked George, my nutritionist, but left me with a familiar "i've been here before" feeling.

Apparently, my body fat percentage went down, but my stomach measurement went up from 102cm to 103cm. I hate my stomach. its really the thing im focued on. George actually tried to lie to me, and say it was down to 101cm. But I noticed him puzzle over the first measurement he took, and thus i looked at the 2nd measurement he took. 103cm. And then lied about it dropping.

My ankles have more muscle, and I was like no shit Sherlock. Running every morning? Whoda thunkit?

So, now to combat my lack of losing weight I need to exercise more. 10 minutes more a day. Pointing out here that I had been exercising the double recommendation, and eating less than the recommended diet.

Don't be surprised with lack luster results come Friday fortnight.

Ways in which to spend the eve of early morning Air Travel:
  • cooking tomato pasta
  • editing films
  • not packing
  • forgetting to wash clothes
  • going to bed 3 hours before you have to wake up.
Tomorrow? Melbourne.

Fruit of the Moment: Pat's Package

Thursday, February 18, 2010

I don't know your name yet so I can't say hello to you

Today was a day of sleeping.

I woke up at sometime after 4am, thinking it was 6am. I ran my final run for the week, and when i got home, noticed it was 5am. Thus, not being tired, I continued to get ready and arived at work an hour and a half early where i slept in my car until clock in.

I found my delicious sushi for dinner at southgate shopping centre. The guy was really rude tho. He rushed me through and then shooed me away. even though there was NO ONE ELSE waiting. I took the goods and ran to McDonalds Engadine, where i also slept for 30 minutes in my car before heading off to rehersals.

Now, i hope to sleep some more at Leilas.

Fruit of the Moment: Unintentional Knee to Groin

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Oh! Its a Naked lady in your office


Do you ever get the feeling when you're jogging in Wollongong at 5am that you're being chased by zombies? Yeah. That's pretty common right? Well, it scared the shit outa me this morning. Especially when i was running through the shopping center car park.

This evening not only did i have to get my food ready for the remainder of the week, but since I'm down Wollongong editing on Friday night, I also had to pack my Melbourne bags. I feel like that woman from Mary Poppins. CAST ME CAMERON MACINTOSH!!


Meanwhile, I made some I love you cookies for my sister who continues to have the worlds worst week. Their secret ingredient is honey. They look pretty nomnomnom.

Fruit of the Moment: Canceled Meetings

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Nico Returns

My new diet may be taking its toll.

I;m feeling quite woosey and drained of energy. And any sporty movement results in a spinning head and upset stomach.

I cant complain tho. My sister had her car beaten up, broken and spat out. along with terrifying news that her house now has termites. Add to this stupid non paying car insurance companies who wont pay out any money because the car "never moved". pfft! fuckers.

Also, my dad seemed surprised that my first instinct wasn't to ring up work and say I wouldn't be going in, so I could help my sister through the day. I felt it was best to let her fight the battle so she knows where she stands. Apparently, this is called being cold and uncaring.

I managed to keep a track of her day. And was rather proud of how she had everything orgainsed by 11am.

meanwhile I'm still stuck in living out of my suitcase land. And i'll need to somehow organise Melbourne suitcase by tomorrow night.

Fruit of the Moment: FIGS ARE HIGH IN CALORIES

Monday, February 15, 2010

Noblywo!

I visted Leila and Glen this evening to download and prepare my footage for ROSY MAX. The download was the easiest point of my evening.

Clearly, the funnest activity turned out to be a new game:

The Settlers of Catan

Its really really complicated, but really really awesome. Dungeons and Dragons are better.

Secondly, I am being sought out by a musical theatre company who lost their graphic designer. Future meetings will see if i can be of use to them.

Fruit of the Moment: Bean Eggcake

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sorry, did you want anything?

The big V

Lucky I was too distracted to take note.

Genevieve and I took our last shot for ROSY MAX. I spent the Morning filming the more than professional Pat in his underwear walking around with rose vases. The very patient and talented Laura hung around while we got the last few apartment shots, before venturing out to the streets guerilla style.

I was amazed we got a bus shot. Quite happy about it. And the park scene was just divine. I am yet to watch the footage but am confident i got it all.

This afternoon was, however plagued by chaos. Cleaning, Angry yelling, Clearing, Chucking, Washing Machine Fail, Grocery Shopping, Cockroach Clusters YOU NAME IT.

I'm glad its all come to a close.

Fruit of the Moment: Rotted Potato Juice

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Your shirt made me smile at museum :)


Today, I took my Aunt to see Spring Awakening. I thought it would be a pretty awesome xmas gift and it turned out to be an awesome fun filled day.

a) i had forgotten to feed the dogs yesterday, so I guess Bridgette is pissed off somewhat.

b) I wasnt ready to go into town by 10am... So, my aunt did her makeup while waiting 30 minutes for me to pack my bag.

Our adventures included a trip to the David Jones Food Hall, where i found a haven of salads to select from. And We had on the go coffee to walk up from David Jones to the Sydney Theatre Company Main Stage.

The Show? I really liked it. The theatre was far too large for the show's intimate nature, but i was practically in the front row anyway and had around 5 moments where different cast members were intensely staring me down. So that worked nicely.

But the accents? wow.
AUSSIES:
A Chae-dow pAREsed, A Chae-dow pARSEd, yarning yarning !?!?
pulease!

SOUNDTRACK:
A shadow PASSed, A shadow PASSed, YERNing YEARNing

In any case, most of the crazy mother fucker artisic directing shit was well digested by myself.
The hand held lights, symbolic clothing, werd choreography, everyone staying on stage etc.. all very cool I thought.

The high notes were totally skipped over by all cast members. Very dissapointing. But, it's real AWESOMENESS was in the Lighting Design. SO amazing. SO pretty.

Later, I tried to score tickets to WICKED with their lottery. I fail blogged it. And lost the game.

So, now im waiting to see THE WOLFMAN and NINE before staying over at Gens for the shoot tomorrow.

Fruit of the Moment: Figtree

Friday, February 12, 2010

Ben, your mind has been transported back in time, AND to Mars

3:30am Wake Up and get ready for work

4:00am Drive Parents to airport

5:05am Take the wrong turn at the airport and drive into Sydney instead of Botany

5:30am Arrive at work and sleep until starting time

7:30am Wake up early and notice car has been parked in by an unsualy higher number of parked cars

8:00am Print out THE ROSE GUIDE cover

10:00am Work on very complicated yardage designs for Candy

12:00pm transport 12 boxes of books from one side of the building to another.

1:00pm Wonder where everyone got to while eating lunch

4:00pm Have actors signs release forms and invite them up to Office

4:45pm Start filming ROSY MAX, written by Genevieve Tait

6:00pm Have awkward conversation with boss regarding how long the filming will take.

7:00pm Leave work

8:00pm Eat spicy pasta diner with worlds smallest portion of pasta evah.

10:00pm Watch amazing daily takes of ROSY MAX

10:25pm Get distracted from Blogg by really Fucked up cartoons

Fruit of the Moment: Honeybarsugaryness :)

Thursday, February 11, 2010

It is, then it isnt then it is?

Genevieve took me on a 30 minute runathon this morning.

It was a NIGHTMARE. Not because of the many (many) hills and stairs we ran up and down.

Not because of the faster pace.

Not because of the early start.

Because of the repetition?!? We must have gone up and down the mega stairs from hell like 5 times. That's alot of times. and it got boring. Dang. Pretty good work out tho.

All the bosses are back at work after their yearly 2 week trip away from the office to scout new season materials and trends in New York, Malaysia, China, Japan etc.. They all have colds. I will soon get said cold. Dam air conditioning.

Fruit of the Moment: Not as sweet as Tuesday Strawberries

So, I can ask intrusive questions right?

I have several projects on the horizon. Its semi difficult to keep the juggled, however manageable i think they may be to begin with.

My current ball in the air is a film I'm shooting with Genevieve called ROSY MAX. I'm the DOP and editor for the short, which goes well hand in hand. This evening, we met the cast and had a mini rehearsal. The guy who plays the lead managed to be one of those good looking nice guys that are in such short supply, according to general masses. His natural state was a little vacant in expression and innocent, which conflicts a little with his character, but hey, that why hes an actor.

Genevieve was on apologetic hyperdrive. And both our actors picked up on this and played up to it. She was trying to be over accommodating due to them taking time from their lives to rehearse. Given they are actors, im assuming its fine for them.

In any case, we broke the ice which is always a bonus pre shoot. Sometimes when you meet a cast member on the day, its hard to get into an instant do what I say relationship.

Gen made me bean salad. I like her bean salad. I will make it again.

Day three of the insane diet regime continues with a surprisingly satisfied stomach.

Fruit of the Moment: SRA3

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My hands have a mind of their own, Deal with it Juliette!

When you dont intend to go home for a number of days, it may be in your best inerests not to embark on a new diet of prepared, fresh foods.

This it seems will be the problem I face this week. I'm starting a new diet that will help me to lose weight. which, is the popular thing to be done, i am told.

So anyway, I pack up numerous amounts of foods and take them to work. I even have to eat breakfast at work. its all very confusing. I eat more often, but in smaller portion sizes. Also, I can eat upto 2 punnets of strawberries per day at any point I desire!

It was an interesting day. It was my first day in over 1 1/2 years that ive had a sandwhich!? as i'm trialing gluten and wheat free bread. It tastes like powder. Im worried i wont like this new diet, seeing as though im aready talking way too much about it.

Fingers crossed.

Fruit of the Moment: Mouthguard Soap

Monday, February 8, 2010

George says: Glad to hear you started your morning exercise today!

I felt like being snippy today.

Dan,

apologies for the confusion.

I did not find the emails 'unnecessary' or 'intrusive'. I had meant that the institute should not need to know of my career decisions. It was administrative rules and practices such as the ones your institute implement that deterred my longer career in teaching. Emails informing me of my implied lack of co-operation are exceedingly helpful.

I look forward to receiving the new invoices. I trust my new address has been forwarded to you by the board of studies.

Best regards.
Kenney
different, because its spelled with an 'E-Y'



From: "Hanks, Daniel"
To: "Ogilvie, Kenneth"
Sent: Mon, 8 February, 2010 12:06:10 PM
Subject: RE: Leave of Absence Request NSWIT:00000261716

Dear Kenneth

Thanks for your email advising us that you have stopped teaching.

We request that all teachers keep us updated as to their teaching status. Unfortunately you did not do this, consequently we assumed you were still actively teaching - hence the 'unnecessary' and 'intrusive' emails we had to send you to find out that you were no longer teaching. Obviously we were unaware of your new career decisions.

I will mark your record on our system as withdrawn. However, I should also advise you that it seems you still owe us fees from your teaching period in 2008 and 2009. I will request a new invoice be sent to you shortly.

Good luck with the new career.

Kind regards,
Dan
NSW Institute of Teachers


------------------- Original Message -------------------
From: Ogilvie, Kenneth
Received: 8/02/2010 9:10 AM
To: contactus
Subject: Leave of Absence Request

Contact Person: Kenneth Ogilvie

Comments: My last block in teaching was complete the end of term 2, 2009. I have since traveled to America, returned home, started to work in the fashion industry with a new career and intend to revisit America later in 2010. I do not intend to return to full time teaching. Please contact me for any more details. I had received an email instructing me to inform you of my intentions. Please note that I find this unnecessary and intrusive in my personal career decisions. Best regards, Kenneth


Fruit of the Moment: tofu :(

Sunday, February 7, 2010

I sure as cuss hope so

This weekend has not been a waste. I have wasted time, but it was in aid of my mental stability.

And entire season of six feet under was consumed happily with my new waffle machine.

And here I was forgetting that Oscar season was the time where simultaneously, dirty double crossing rats release the DVD screeners of top movies online for the masses. Shame on them.

Tonight's viewing of Fantastic Mr Fox and The Princess and the Frog had me astounded. I would had assumed the fox would come out on top. Not so. Frog had me at the first musical sting. And in breaking with tradition, a main character was murdered. brutally. and not by falling off anything.

Mother and I spent some time getting acquainted with her new iPod nano. It was a days lesson in importing CDs to iTunes and synchronising iTunes with her new iPod. Not all was wasted. We had delicious halumi cheese for lunch.

Yesterday, I read The Pillowman; a play by Martin McDonagh. Which accounts for my mood yesterday in writing dark fairytale like dialogues.

Fruit of the Moment: cookieness

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Sad Man and The Boy with the Brown Hair


Once upon a time there was a Little Boy who had brown hair and loved nothing more than to run and play on the sunny spot of a hill top that sat next to his backyard.

He wanted for nothing as he had everything he'd ever need.

He loved his parents and he had very good friends and all was right with the world.

Once upon a time before this, there lived a Man who was very sad. He was a Sad Man because he had a secret that he never told anyone. He never told anyone because he thought this would frighten or scare them away from him.

He wanted for everything even though he had everything he'd ever need.

And he loved his friends more than he loved his parents. This was because he felt his friends would accept his secret more so than his parents and he could deal with the rejection when faced by a peer, but not by family.

So he kept his secret to himself and all was right in the world.

One day, the Sad Man was passing by the hilltop of the Boy with the brown hair. And he spotted him. He generally avoided staring at boys with brown hair in public because he was afraid of what people might think of him. He also felt like it would give away his secret if he did it regularly.

However, when he spotted the Boy, he felt compelled to stop and stare. Mainly because the Boy looked so happy and contrastingly, the Man felt so sad and alone.

The Boy started to notice a Man wearing a long jacket pass by his hilltop every afternoon at four. This did not scare the boy, and he noted that he looked sad and was in need of a friend. So, one day the Boy with the brown hair started talking to the very Sad Man with the long jacket.

The Sad Man enjoyed the company of the Boy and the Boy enjoyed the company of the Sad Man. What was strange however is that the Man who was very sad began to feel happier about himself and the Boy, who lacked not for anything or anyone grew worried and sad.

The Boy began to feel like he too had a secret that he couldn't share with the world. He first started lying to his parents about where he was going of an afternoon at 4. He then started wanting more than what he already had.

Ironically, The Man started to feel the reverse.

One day when the no longer Sad Man noticed that the Boy with the brown hair was a Man, he realized how much the Boy had meant to him. And how ashamed he felt spending so much time with a boy his age when he, himself was so old. But, he told himself not to worry. He had really done nothing wrong. And that now, the Boy was a Man he could perhaps share his secret with someone at last and be truly happy.

The Boy also noticed he was no longer a little Boy, but a New Grown Man. And the Sad Man he had known as a little boy had too, grown older. He resented the Man however, as now he felt distant from his parents, his friends and his possessions. He now had a secret as well. He had never told anyone because he thought this would frighten or scare them away from him.

The no longer Sad Man decided to tell of the secret he had been holding onto all these years. So he went to the sunny spot of the hill top that sat next to the Boy's backyard.

The Man who was no longer a boy, was waiting for him. Feeling so ashamed of his secret that he would stop at nothing to stop anyone from knowing.

That's when he killed the Man. So no one would ever know what he had done to him. And the New Man became a Very Sad Man with a second secret he would never tell anyone.

Just like the first one.

Fruit of the Moment: Thomas Newman

Friday, February 5, 2010

Hey, who's Leslie Steele?

mmm.. some deliciousness from Peter Krause. He stars in a tv show about a funeral home. Appreciate him as he pretties up my page.

It was down time at work. A day of mindless dribble that was the epilogue of the massive catalog that is now (thankfully) over. As is my time in Bondi.

And to celebrate, I decided to purge my room of all its clothes and unwanted garbage.

Its a little invigorating to trim the fat. Speaking of which I am embarking on a new diet. To look more like the person above (as illustrated). Ive signed up with a new personal training tracker.

Over the next 12 weeks, I intend to lose the weight I gained from becoming aditcted to corn syrup in America.

Fruit of the Moment: THE DUMB WAITER

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Mourn the wool that never was and never will be

Catalog COMPLETE!

It makes such a beautiful change in the world when you've finally lifted thew wieght off your shoulders. Even if it is raining buckets of cats.

Also, not a moment too soon. all those half naked shots of the same woman with THE worst fake tan in the world to match her equally attractive face. All im saying is I'm glad we crop from the lip down.

Rehearsals were amazing tonight. Things are starting to fall into place with the show, and I've even gone as far as working up my trance for spelling the words Im turning my head like a winding clock. It seems to work real swell like.

And HOORAY for the end of Bondi! I hate house-sitting. Its a loathsome thing I sometimes talk myself into and then regret it. In this case, the only thing i enjoyed was the hour sleep in i got every morning i woke up in Bondi. But i traded that for early morning starts due to the GOD DAM CATS who wold wake me at 7am on a Sunday to get fed. 7AM DOESN'T EXIST ON A SUNDAY. BUGGER OFF 7AM.

In any case i'll be glad to be getting back to Merry Ol' Campbelltown. No, wait... my house is having renovations. *sigh* living at mums for a while then huh? My own room... so close; yet soi far.

Fruit of the Moment: 81 today

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Crying to Debussy

Goodevening 'yall. Reporting here live from My-Life-Sucks-at-the-Moment City with my friends No-body-gives-a-fuck and Miss Adventure.

Today, after having FINISHED the catalog. That's right. FINISHED. I was told to make small annoying changes that required tiny little minute changes that took me hours to accomplish.

And when I get to 6:30pm? "Oh wait... before you leave Ken, can you start from scratch again please? we've never liked that the clothes are so tiny. Make them bigger. and re alighn everything and proove that black is white."

okay. right. left. FUCK. You decide to say this NOW!??! NOW when the darn thing is 2 days late after I GAVE YOU the original draft last week!? I am Joe's angry ball of rage.

I've clocked out. See you in 2 days time world.

My play's website is up tho. Yay silver fucking lining.

Fruit of the Moment: Wasted Jarlsberg

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Idiot eats vodka before driving to Wollongong

Horay for not finishing the catelouge.

I love nights spent away from my laptop. Generally, i type these bloggs on Glens tiny little laptop. Seriously, its so god dam small. its about a 1/4 of the size of a normal laptop. And this browser does not support spelling checking.

This merans I have to spell check this the next day.

Shite.

But Rehersals were awesome.

I also am so bloody tired. last night i spent far too long making my new lovesong site.

soon, it should be availiable at my new domain name.

Also, Bondi will be over shortly. Thirsday in fact. *phew*

Fruit of the Moment: Slinky Sorbet Invisibra


*EDIT*

WOW. I can't spell. im leaving this gem up for keeps.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Odd, and off-putting his quirks prohibit him from interacting with the world

lets all just breathe okay?

Just because I spent 14 hours at work today, doesn't mean that I wont finish the catalog tomorrow. But if i have to type another

10 - 12A, 12 - 16B-C-D-DD

label, i'll lose it. For real.

Okay. So, Mr Monday was in the office today. He continues to be the attractive slob. I mean, really does anyone find slouching or comic book hero socks attractive? No. Okay, maybe a little. Buts its only because I have to slave over thousands of woman's lingerie photos. ALSO, Mr Monday can use facebook on his work station. WTF? Facebook is blocked in the underwear dept. (actually, its more of a blessing; no work would get done then) Wednesday will come soon.

Also, today I placed an Ad in a Newtown paper for LOVE SONG auditions and bought the domain www.lovesongplay.com

Now, i'm spending my night trying to get some sort of website live.

Fruit of the Moment: Problemsecretary