Blonde or Brunette?

Terenchal rain this morning prevented my run for the first time since the program began. Such a disappointment. True it had come at the perfect time, being a night with little to no sleep. And i did feel more alert during the day. Perhaps it was the coffee tho? LOADS of coffee.

Today also was a the first time I ran out of credit before the end of the cycle?! Not convenient. But i must have been a talking whore all week.

Casting for LOVESONG has just gotten harder. I now have too many options for my last cast member, with more to audition, its not looking fun to decide. But im excited that we are good to GO! (finally)

One of the cast, Pete encouraged me to drink more quantities of coffee before going home. And as a result I forgot the Wasabi Sauce due to my talk-a-thon with Gen in my time of casting crisis.

Also, i'm pretty sure Mr Wednesday is into me. He came up with three really lame excuses to talk to me today. This, I find acceptable AND adorable but hopefully not misinterpreted.

Fruit of the Moment: Expensive Eggs

We have not had any communication since January, see correspondence below.

Imagine you have had three hours of sleep, run five miles in the morning upon waking, fall asleep in peek hour traffic, feel consistently hungry all day, work on mind-numbingly boring paper binding tasks all day at work without finishing and then when you get home cant get to bed because you're drawn into a debate with your parents about life, the universe and everything.

This was my day.

Clouds of awesome today include:

A call from Leila requesting a little creative input.

A confirmation on sound and lighting technicians for my May production of Lovesong :)

Finding FOUR interested auditionees for Molly for said production

And a phone call from Tuneil organising our camping trip. (which may not happen now with sudden unfortunate family matters arising)

Fruit of the Moment: Forbidden Blueberries

Voldemort can't sing for shit

Since work ran me into the ground today, I thought i'd compose an interpretive street dance and actually fall over in the rain outside of Newtown Franklins on my way home from door managing [title of show] auditions.

If that was not enough, I also fell on my groceries. Soy Milk and Yogurt went everywhere over the road and sidewalk. I had slipped when I rushed out onto the road. It was not fun.

Now my right leg's injuries are turning into some kind of macabre art-form.

And I had to buy expensive open-until-Midnight groceries twice.

And I didn't even have time to get my sushi dinner.

And I hadn't been home since Thursday.

AND I didn't have a carton of soy milk at work ready for breakfast OR bread for lunch.

Tomorrow will be much of the same. Yay no sleep.

Fruit of the Moment: Poached Auditionees

That woman in the moo moo

Getting in at 4am to Leila's this morning was not exciting for my sleeping time.

I managed to clock up around 6 hours sleep before necessity and near afternoon sunlight forced me upon my 35g of muesli.

It seems I have been overly hungry of late. Last night was a good example of this, craving food at 3am in the morning and then discovering the little food I could wake up to had a detrimental effect on my mood today.

Although, Leila and I had an ADVENTURE to the Blue Mountains. Her father recently celebrated a birthday and so, I was invited along up to dinner. It was a great afternoon. Glen did marking. I lost yet another game of Settlers of Catan. See above, I'm the Blue pieces. And for dinner, as everyone else was having fabulously delicious foods made from happiness and meats; I plowed right through my four bean mix pancakes I made for myself.

The one discomfort, appart from the lack of eating Pam's awesome pastries was meeting a strange man who thought it rude of me to call gnocchi "Knocky". Rather he found it prudent to snippily inform me that it is called "nnnyowk-ee" or something equally rediculous. I tried to casually remark that I couldn't care less by saying I call Tacos "Tack-ohs" rather than "tah-koes". He seemed to still be annoyed at my lack of culture.

God bless Pam, she kept sliding sneaky comments my way supporting me in my lack of knowledge on the way in which to call delicious balls of potato awesomeness. Lots of people love Pam.

Fruit of the Moment: Nashi Pear

Sorry to miss it, but wollongong? Its freaking Wollongong!!!

Grieving over a show is very common thing for me to do.

I am very depressed at the death of my chook.

Today's final 2 performances of SPELLING BEE was an emotional roller-coaster. I had started the day late, but in place of going grocery shopping I played and lost an awesome game of Settlers of Catan. It was a great start to a gret day, despite the horrible losing on my behalf.

I did, in my flurry of getting to the theatre manage to go to the local Corrimal Coles. There, i managed to purchase $20 of groceries. (one of the only advantages of being on a diet coupled with being a vegetarian - heavily reduced grocery bills) But also splurged out on $80 worth of cheese, crackers, berries and double creams. This was intended to be a 'Moving-On-Platter' for when we moved on from the theatre.

The shows turned out to be fabulous. I had a real awesome feel to all three shows this weekend. And its just as well, it was amazing to have been involved in such a positive experience. The high note was just mango butter cream icing on the cake.

AND, apart from the 2 large scabs forming on my left foot, the 2 floor burns on my elbows and the 30cm gash in my right leg, i walked away relatively unharmed from this show :)

Needles to say, thanks to an unannounced grandmother, we had no venue for the after-party. My Moving-On Cheese moved on back to Leilas in my cooler bag.

Also, when they brought out platters upon platters of food after bump out, it was very sad. I was like:

*sigh*
"my crazy diet prevents me from eating any of this"

4am is not a healthy time to be going to bed.

OH! and in an awesome moment of awesomeness, i discovered Tyson also shared my crazy cult love of the 1980's flick 'CLUE'

Fruit of the Moment: Non-Eating-Of-the-after-party-food-sadness

Your face is so [title of show] right now

Care labels have always annoyed me. They itch like crazy, and when you try and cut them off your shirt, they rip the fabric open, and you get a hole, and then need to buy a new shirt with a new care label. I heat print care labels. So much awesomer...

Anyhew, it wont come as a shock to you, that working on redesigning literally 1000's of new care labels at work for the past month has gotten this muggle down. Today, was supposed to be printing day. The day of finishing. The day of printing off 7,500 A3 pages of Care Label artwork to send over to China. Alas, only 1,500 pages were printed. Its a whole other story why. You can't get there by bus... but there you have it.

Spelling Bee was AMAZING tonight. I have started a new tradition it seems with Arcadian Shows. The Friday night show is coffee shot night. 30 seconds before stage time is an extra strength shot of coffee sludge for the gulping and the hyping. I was completely on fire tonight with the buzzing and the bringing of the crazy.

So much so, that the cast were hesitant to take me out to a coffee shop post show. I went. And had another long black. Delicious.

But Mara was the one totally burning the awesome sauce candle at both ends. She was beyond amazing. Superstar performance for her tonight :)

Also tonight, an ex student Tamara came to see the show. She totally knocked me down with a feather. I was so excited to see her and thrilled that she had loved the show. This is how the scene went down after coming out of the dressing room:

SCENE FIVE:

[Kenney enters the auditorium triumphantly holding a mango flavoured yogurt.]

Kenney: [addressing Tyson in a stilted tone] Hello-Tyson-I-have-got-a-mango-flavoured-yogurt-to-eat-now-it-is-called-formé-which-is-a-pun-be-cause-it-is-a-yogurt-for-me-but-the-accent-on-the-e-makes-it-say-form-which-makes-you-thinner.

[Tamara has watched with hesitation and is scared to approach]

Kenney: [eating yogurt] nomnomnom

Tamara: KENNEY!

Kenney: [embarrassed] oh!? WOW! You CAME! how AMAZING! apologies, i err.. am...hyped up on...coffee atm.

Tamara's Dad: ...

Tamara: You were AWESOME!

Kenney: *grin* gee thanks.

[Tyson ties a pink ribbon around his head in a clean and professional manner]

END SCENE

It went down EXACTLY like that. No lies. Then, Tamara made my week by saying how I was her favorite teacher. Big Call. Big Call. KIND of a Big Deal. So Happy. Yay.

Fruit of the Moment: Persimmon Fail

Burn the ADOBE Witch!

Lets delve into my interesting SMS inbox shall we? I got a few bites today, which is always fun. Pay attention, there will be a pop quiz.

Louise Mobile
il se wat i can do.
Im just at woolies

Nico!
Are you auditioning for title of show? I got n audition on Tuesday :)

Nico!
Yeah they had to split the auditions ti Monday Tuesday and Wednesday. I love the music it's awesome :) are you going to see edges?

Nico!
Go to www.edgesthemusical.com.au :) look it up. The music is beautiful

Leon Peter Spencer
Hi K-man, sorry i missed your call. Congrats on the casting. I think i'm still interested in doing those songs. Will have to talk you though. I finish work at 8:30. Could talk then ? Leon

Lyn SMT?
Hello. Tuesday my place about 7pm.

Lyn SMT?
Cool

From the above, we can divulge the following things:
a) Trying to spell while waiting in line at Woolworths is near impossible.
b) Nico! loves allot of musicals, using adjectives such as 'awesome' and 'beautiful' to back this up.
c) Leon is currently doing his honors year at uni. And feels the need to express his Essay writing techniques
d) Lyn uses SMS to its EXTREME advantage
e) Kenney wonders about why 'Lyn' would have the TLA (three letter acronym) of 'SMT' after her name. He is obviously a nundle for thinking such.

Questions:

1) True/False: Kenney Ran 10 miles today

2) Multiple Choice:

What did Kenney make for dinner?
a) stir fry with beetroot and walnuts
b) bruschetta with balsamic vinegar and seeded sourdough
c) rice paper rolls
d) vegetable and tofu soup

3) Flannery Culp is famous for what?

4) Write an essay demonstrating your skills at essay writing.

5) How many productions of [title of show] is Kenney involved in?

TEST WORTH: 40% of your final mark

Fruit of the Moment: Rude French breadness

Happy Days and Waiters here I come

Today, casting for LOVESONG has been finalised!

Having met with two actors in the Erskinville area along with the actress playing the character of JOAN, I quickly found my Harry. It was quite a relief as well. I was beginning to worry that the whole production was about to implode...

In anycase, it was a leisurely audition. Complete with exquisite coffee served at TART CAFE, and an impromptu reading at Erskineville train station.

My Erskineville adventure would not have been complete had it not resulted in the purchasing of three rice paper rolls. NOMNOMNOM. I get so excited over those tasty little fuckers. I think my nutritionist may regret telling me I could eat them for dinner. Perhaps I should check the allowed frequency of their consumption.

And for all those interested about my day's encounter with Mr Wednesday, I shall report that he continues to find everything I say amusing and I continue to find him adorable :)

Fruit of the Moment: Sneaky Print Boxers

the record is 6 inches

Mum, Dad and I sat down to our first dinner of the year around the dinner table. It has taken us a while, but we got there. In celebration and anticipation I made a (delicious apparently) sweetened condensed milk sponge cake for desert.

For the Main course, I splurged on a pineapple stir-fry with asparagus, softened onions, garlic and soy with a few cherry tomatoes. I did not of course enjoy the dessert course, as I would not possibly have the discipline to stop once its course had run. Especially since its sweetened condensed milk. Theres nothing better than a spoon and a can of those tasty little bastards.

I had suggested a game after diner, but the idea fell through. Oh well... baby steps.

Currently both parents are infuriating me as I try and finish this and go to bed. How fucking hard is it to attach a photo to an email? They are at me with questions about buttons and windows and emails and cameras and they have the TV BLARING in the background, both not paying a smidgen of attention. They are STILL bickering over emails. I just want this to end. And now it is.

Fruit of the Moment: Homebrand Wholegrain Mustard

Brown Banana Monkey Bake

I made this last night with an over ripe banana. However less than 12 hours later, there's less than 10cm left of it as you can see above.

Ingredients /

80g butter
1/3 cup of brown sugar
2 eggs
3 soup spoons of Custard Powder
1-2 over ripe bananas
self raising flour

Cooking time /

190°C goes on your oven dial :)

Beat your butter into a creamy consistency with the electric beaters... Add the brown sugar (beating) Add the eggs one at a time (beating after each)

Add the broken bananas (beating)

Add the custard Powder (beat)

Now comes the fun part. Add flour. Add enough to expand the current liquid to fit the loaf tin/cake tin you are using.

Make sure it beats into a cake mix consistency. Not too stiff and not runny. if too stiff, add some milk (or water if you ain't got no milk left.)

30 minutes later test with a steak knife. If it comes out clean, then CHICKENS DONE! If not, in 5 more minutes repeat the steak knife thing.

Fruit of the moment: Spoil Sport

I am grieving -- You may laugh.

This morning I got a mysterious text:

"Hi kenney amy here tonight sounds great not sure whats the rest of the fam are doing yet or where we could meet i have to check with them just wanted tm make sure your stil ok for 2nite ?"

err... wtf?

Who is this Amy? How does she have my number? WHY did we make plans?!

You have to appreciate how early I received this message. It was around 6am. I have no bloody idea who or what this is about. I'm completely blank.

Nothing in my diary, No one I know named Amy, in desperation I called the number. A deep voice answered in message bank. A deep Irish male voice. It seemed to say "you better fuckin' not leave a message or I'll pound yer head in"

Not surprisingly, I hung up.

A while later, I get a phone call from another number. It's the mysterious Amy, very excited to be talking to me and inquisitive if we're still meeting.

By this time I realize what a horrible human person thingy I am for forgetting whoever I had made plans with. But I still had to ask who it was.

And BINGO! It was Extraordinary Camper Amy from Buck's Rock. Amy of the Pub. Amy who messaged me on facebook saying her family were visiting Australia from Ireland in March. The same Amy I told to ring me when she got here to make plans for dinner.

Mystery solved, she had called to cancel because the family had other plans.

I feel pretty rotten for forgetting. But i put it down to two things:

a) the message on facebook was like 3 weeks ago

and

b) she didn't ring me. Amy txt my phone at like 6am. (Thanks to jet lagging time zones nightmare flights from Ireland)

Hope she is not too mad I had forgotten.

Tonight, to celebrate I watched COLLATERAL starring Tom Cruise with Ugly Hair and Jamie Fox with no hair at all. It was a gift from Bridgette's partner for Christmas that I hadn't had an opportunity to watch until tonight. Good film. Awesome gift.

Fruit of the Moment: Brown Banana Monkey Bake

Where are you? I shall bring the present.

So guess who was a grumpy pants man last night?

This morning, after sleeping in until 11:3o I felt so happy, so rested and so chipper that even my 35g of cereal looked welcoming. It could have of course been the coffee Leila provided for me on waking... It seems her suggestion of closing the blinds did me very well.

Today's performance of Spelling Bee was in the words of Vee Riley: H'AMAZING. I began the run with a sandwich of mushroom, asparagus, cheese, tomato and spinach. Then, it all went uphill from there. Even though Chae wore his actual shoes on stage instead of his red ones and Juliette had absolutely no voice or health bar left.

Just as well because my WHOLE FAMILY had come, and my cousin Bernadette even managed to get herself selected to come up on stage to compete. She ended up being the best EVAH! It was fun having a friend on stage and performing to them.

Post Show, the musical director Adam was hosting a Soirée at his Wollongong Pad. I however was unable to attend as I took the family down to Keira Street's Viet Cafe. It was a delicious dinner. AND I discovered I could eat THREE whole rice paper rolls for dinner after a quick txt to my nutritionist. THREE!!! That's like one more than how many sushi I can eat for dinner. So so so happy.

The worst thing that happened today was that Wollies had run out of fresh asparagus... Pretty Awesome day, I must say.

Fruit of the Moment: Oyster Sauce

Does it matter that I'm Indian?

Sometimes days can be so deflating.

There were two spelling bee performances today, and while I got very little sleep and was awake at the crack of dawn on a saturday (7am)... I managed to get in some grocery shopping before heading over to Tyson's for North Gong Kiosk lunch with him and Nico.

Sadly, this did not eventuate and we ended up being attacked by a random hunry local who wanted us to buy him lunch. I managed to concentrate my anger on the over-packed carrot salad I acquired at fabulous sandwich (or somewhat something sandwich deli at crown street mall) and found the strength to jaywalk in-front of a cop shop.

The shows today in insane thirty something degree heat turned my microphone pack into a malfunctioning circuit board of badness. My costume got soaked with my excessive sweating and I found myself blacking out on stage in much the same way I black out while driving and tired, only from heat exhaustion. I even misjudged the fall off the bleachers tonight and really hurt my left foot. It bled and everything.

I don't think I even enjoyed the strawberries I had bought myself.

I have been told frankly that I am currently grumpy. Perhaps it is because no one was in the mood to party on after the show, and that I missed everyone leaving the theater?

Only time will tell.

I hope I regain the control of my shakey shakey vocals by tomorrow. Mum and Dad and Bridgette are coming. Leila has provided my with some tablet form vitamin C. They were delicious. I am trusting it to pull me outa the lull in health.

I really liked the cast's beach dinner tonight tho (between shows). Everyone tuckered into the local chicken shop's produce and I had my left over pasta dinner :) The burgers everyone had reminded me of Fergburger. Ah New Zealand, i miss thee.

Also, I had a mango yogurt tonight after the show. It was divine.

Fruit of the Moment: Apple Crumble Custard Lust

TO THE INTERNETS!

Recetly, I submitted this design to the website SPLITREASON, which is a websites for geeks and gamers who like to wear tshirts to avoid being naked.

To the Internets... (because there is more than one)

If you go HERE AND VOTE ON MY DESIGN, it may be made into a real t-shirt! Then, it wouldnt have such a Pinocchio complex.

Fruit of the Moment: Shameless Self Promotion

11:45? Do you mind if Adam comes?

SAMPLE SALE!

There is something deliciously satisfying about fitting into sample sale clothing. Currently, I am test driving my new Davenport wife beater and Davatron print shorts. Although, for a wife beater, its pretty gay (as Leila pointed out).

Tonight was the fourth performance of Spelling Bee.

I was so excited. I had my pasta dinner all pre-cooked from last night to eat before the show. And all my clothes had been washed and ironed by Christine, who was the costume orchestrator/coordinator/woman/person. I mean I have NEVER been treated so beautifully like that. There's allot of good will floating around the Arcadians. I hope to pay if forward.

My performance, which began with a triple shot of coffee began with an unexpected face/body slam to the floor when I fell over the trophy stand onstage. Usually, i leap frog over it. Tonight however with gusto, I half leaped half Jettéd across the stage, lost my balance mid air and landed on my face inches away from an audience member. People thought it was part of the show. I am that professional people.

I felt I performed at around 60% capacity this evening. My singing depressed me to no end. I had been practicing all day. The attempt at stifling the flu had not completely succeeded it seemed. I'm just so bogged down with worry that someone will be in the audience saying to themselves "Why did they cast THAT no hoper? I could do better in my sleep."

Meanwhile, my worry was met with so much reassurance, I felt like a spoiled child being calmed by his mother. Yes, I will get you the second ice-cream. Yes, you're AMAZING tonight...

Thanks to Uncle Justin and Tuneil for supporting me tonight. Coffee in the gong was fabulous. And HUZAH for creepy dating :)

Fruit of the Moment: -3KG

Is there anything weird about two dudes sharing a bed these days?

Today, as incredulous as it sounds; I had a conversation with Mr Wednesday. Several conversations, actually.

Mr Wednesday, for those not playing at home is a cute intern in marketing that I enjoy every Wednesday and Thursday. He is not to be confused with the taller, lankier Mr Monday who can easily be mistaken for Eamon Sullivan.

I even discovered what his name was! Very exciting news right? Well, I'm excited. It seems Mr Wednesday is a laugh-er. My quips were on fire today as a result. He was the one that stopped me on a trip down the hall to the bathroom, and we had a decent introduction: Hi. Hi. Shake hands. What you do? Oh, that's interesting... What do I do? All while sizing each other up for any gay body language, etc... You know. normal non stalker-ish behavior you come to expect in a professional environment.

In anycase, he's a pretty nice guy. Today, they had him sorting a mountain of coat hangers into several boxes. We had an office farewell for one of the employees this afternoon, which gave us a neato chance at a good old chat over cake. He was so excited for cake. It was adorable. Like a kid who's just gotten the command of how many spoonfuls of Milo shall go into their milk.

I believe after our third 'lets-stop-work-and-have-a-chat moment of the day, I suggested coffee next Wednesday.

We shall see where this goes, but I'm quite glad that Mr Wednesday has a voice and a personality. Unlike, I suspect Mr Monday whose normal sitting position is shoulders slouched and legs sprawled ready for more boredom.

Meanwhile, I have a new contact for LOVESONG. Hopefully, the auditionee will be a winner.

Also, Bernadette and I caught up for sushi dinner tonight. It was amazing. As was the Edamame. As was the post sushi coffee. As was the company. I do love a great night out with my red headed cousin, who awkwardly got mistaken for my 'girlfriend'. Bernadette happily corrected the sheltered shop assistant. I love Newtown.

Fruit of the Moment: Threadless tees

Le Spongey Bob Esponja

I seem increasingly disinterested in a great many things recently. It could be my diet, but I just couldn't be bothered to do things like watching a movie or tv show to relax.

This morning, with the early signs of flu emerging from my nasal passages, I was hesitant to go for my early morning jog-a-thon, but I reasoned that it would mean failure or abandonment if I let it go.

I'm now encountering the creepy stage of exercise, that of necessity: without which I would feel grumpy and incomplete.

The early morning air combined with a bunch of over ripened bananas inspired a fresh batch of banana sultana muffins, which Dad had none of. Dad didn't want to take one to work, nor did he want one when he got home. He even promised he'd have one when he got home. I don't know.

Today, I called up the successful audition-ees for LOVESONG. Our problem, for the past few days was the lack of a final cast member. I enlisted the help of my current cast to put out the word for a final member hoping that they can retrieve the perfect final member of a beautiful fellowship. Really, I'm very excited.

Mum and Louise arrived home early from their cruise due to engine failure. It seems that they have been refunded their ticket for the severely reduced time-line. I missed them so much, but mum quickly launched into a splurge of criticisms regarding my weight loss. Apparently, eating right and keeping active will kill me.... errr ok?

Fruit of the Moment: Patience for the Persimmon

Im just a girl who can't say no. In fact im a heck of a slut.

Taste-buds, meet your new contestant. The delicious and delectable Banana & Creamy Honey. The sad news is, that I only have one more.

Today was a day of asparagus. I had an asparagus sandwich and an asparagus stir-fry. Luckily, the awesome taste of asparagus made up for the lack of quality film watching (i.e. steer clear of ROB MARSHAL'S NINE) That is of course unless you get off on womanising. I see enough women in g-strings and other skimpy lace wear at work thank-you very much.

I continued my debate over LOVESONG. Its a hard call, but plug pulling is drawing close. Why?!

Fingers crossed I find my missing puzzle piece tomorrow.

OH! and to continue my adventures of Mr Monday and Mr Wednesday, Mr Monday opened a door for me today. It was an exciting development in the world of office personnel stalking.

Fruit of the Moment: Early signs of flu :(

something you dod

So apart from the impending doom tomorrow and the influx of hired designers at work, I seemed quite at ease at my desk, furiously working overtime on getting care labels ready for production.

On arrival, I discovered that my fruits, salads and (more importantly) cheese had been thrown out over the weekend. It was not a happy discovery. I was yogurtless AND cheeseless for an entire day :(

On top of this, it turns out my boss' boss threw it all out under the "I have the right to do this because it is a commonly known rule". While this is indeed frustrating for me, I just have to accept I shall never again see those 8 slices of delicious cheese i was saving for this week's sandwiches.

At least my office pantry remained in tact.

This evening in search of a new belt, I happened in a moment of frivolity to try on a pair of skinny jeans. This it turns out was an enormous mistake. It looked completely ridiculous. I am one of those lucky people who actually look bad in skinny jeans. Lets stick with the classics shall we?

Depressingly, a LOVESONG audition fell through today. Which to my dismay has thrown doubt on the whole production. Not that the fallen auditioner is to hold that responsibility, quite the contrary. It was always a reliability that I may not find a complete cast.

I'm hoping a rabbit pops out of my hat soon.

Also, I miss being in Wollongong, or rather the people there. Rectification soon...

Fruit of the Moment: Burnt mustard stir-fry :)

And she went on... and on... and on... and on... and I REALLY had to pee.

Post Spelling Bee I decided that at 3am it was time to face facts and spend the night at Tyson's Awesome Wollongong Pad, despite the fact that I had no breakfast for the morning.

Upon waking with very little sleep (and allot of tossing and turning) I found my cleared head determined that I did IN-FACT have a yogurt and fruit to consume. Bonus Round!

Today was always going to be about LOVESONG auditions. Now, I must tread carefully because I suspect an audition-ee may be reading this post, so I can't divulge too much information on our casting decisions.

I picked up my co-director and her strapping Canadian Lad Tomas from Coledale and transported the lot of us to merry ol' Sydney for the audition room. The amazing Chris Fung gave up his afternoon for a spot on the door, welcoming the nervous audition peoples. He must have done an amazing job, they all came up the stairs with smiles and laughter.

All I can say, is that whilst Gen and I enjoyed our sushi dinner in Newtown main-street, we were quite pleased with our line up. One of the many things that I enjoy about Gen, is that we often agree creatively on major things. And that discrepancies make us think about why we wanted to do whatever we suggested in the first place. Hopefully, our creative meld will gel along through the production. Now if only we can hear back from our mystery wild card...

Now, it is time for bed.

Fruit of the Moment: Not Until August?

OMG?! it's legally blonde?! I want to sing that.

How do you spell Fabulous?

If I were to define the word, it would be describing the opening weekend of SPELLING BEE. Opening night went off without a hitch. It was the most super dooper awesome show in the history of all shows.

The cast I believe rather enjoyed the bucket-o-chocolate and the bagillion vanilla daisy mango butter cupcakes I provided for opening night. Danielle especially loved the gluten free dozen that I brought in. But this was all yesterday.

This morning, after such a sleepless week, I managed to be sleeping in until 7am. Fucking Nundle. So, I decided to go grocery shopping for the weekend. And finally I got to hang out with Leila with some amazing coffee in a random suburb of Wollongong, of which i forget the name of.

The shows today were just as if not MORE amazing then yesterday. The audiences rocked. I felt like I was back in Bucks Rock. In some kind of alternate universe where people think I'm actually a good performer. Or, rather feel the need to share how much they enjoyed my character.

But I'm seriously loving this show. I'm seriously loving this cast. And I'm seriously not concerned with the impending deadline of Tuesday for work.

I just don't know what I'll be doing this week on Tuesday and Thursday night. But its gonna be with a bit of Spelling Bee rehearsal withdrawal.

Currently, the whole cast is at Tyson's house and I just got to sing "I feel so much spring"?! From A NEW BRAIN So so much fun.

Fruit of the Moment: Cupcake Yoghurt

You make me laugh. What was it you said this morning?

SHOW TIME people?! Its finally here: the 25TH ANNUAL PUTNAM COUNTY SPELLING BEE.
So how do I spend my morning? Bundling up cupcakes in cool bags and taking calls from LOVESONG audition-ees.

On a personal note, Dad hugged me goodbye this morning. I feel that the lack of physical contact with Dad over my teen years makes this sudden need awkward for me and out of character for him. its nice, but weird.

Auditions for my production of LOVESONG is on Sunday. My handy Legal GENIUS of a friend Leila helped out this morning by heavily editing a dodgy Actors release form I found online, and spliced together to suit my purposes.

Having accomplished this, my day focused on the ever nearing deadline of the Care Tag Label artwork. I'm currently redesigning every tag for every brand in every fabrication. That's generally 30+ varieties of the one tag, replicated around 16 times. That's over 5000 care tag labels people?!? I'm just finishing my second week on the case after I was given one week to complete it. Tuesday is D day or 12DD Day.

I was going to wait until after my premiere as LEAF CONEYBEAR to update the blog, but the post show shenanigans may tucker me out far too much to care about some creative writing.

Will update you when I can :)

TO WOLLONGONG!

Fruit of the Moment: Stolen Peach

Forgot the Sushi!

Boy am I tired!

this evening was spent against my better judgment preparing a missive 64 Cupcakes for the Spelling Bee opening tomorrow. Thats just the base of a five container high structure balancing on the kitchen top. Currently, my dinner for tomorrow night is bubbling away on the stove, reducing if you will so I thought i'd get this out of the way for today.

I wouldnt have been so late with everything, however Dad and I had organised to mow Louise's lawn this afternoon after work. And seeing as it has never been moved, it was quite the task. Currently a massive pile of fire hazzardness... i err... mean um, grass clippings is nestled against the neighbour's fence.

I even have to take time to fold and pack my clothes for the weekend before going to bed.

This food is problematic.

Fruit of the Moment: Unwanted banana cake

Laundry Day. See You There.

The best thing about not getting enough sleep of a night is waking up at 4:50am to go for a 5 Mile run around Wollongong. In the Rain. Naked. Well, not naked, but I nearly did. My sweat absorbing sports gear is staring to smell after a week of usage. Dam suitcase living. Dam 5am rain.

Also, I rang up the KYLE AND JACKIE O show this morning, and they sent me on a wild goose chase, and I got nudda outa it. I had to pull over, wait for 10 minutes for them to ring back and then wait 10 minutes in a phone caller queue and THEN get disconnected without an explaination. in the wise words of Jen Parberry: RUDE!

Work was such a blur of tiredness. I arrived at the final Spelling bee rehearsal somewhat zombie like. Good thing I had soup, a 30 minute power nap and my new friend Izzy to perk me up!

Fruit of the Moment: Forgotten Bread

To excell in athletics is not difficult if one has the temperment

Today, my morning run pushed back my departure time for work and as a consequence, bundled with the masses of traffic in Sydney, I arrived 30 minutes late.

I had such an amazing design day. I got to work out my frustrations regarding endless care tag designs by making some new ideas for an upcoming New Zealand promotion. Above is the yardage i made with the map of new zealand as the center of a kiwi fruit. Its my favorite by a long shot. It totally got me pumped for tomorrow. Which will be... more care tags.

This evening, Lisa was kind enough to enlist Danielle to assist in the removal of my chest hair. We used wax. Lots of wax. More than lots of wax. I feel there was allot of wax used. An excess if you will.

Really, I thought it was going to be painful. And don't get me wrong, it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on; a faulty camera in my mind. And that's just what I had; a camera on hand to capture the moments. If you can see a picture here, then I have since posting this, traveled back to Campbelltown to retrieve my camera cable.


It was so surreal. Sometimes I was laughing, other times I was wincing, and one time I swore to holly hell. (The strip was ripped off against the hair and there was blood in this instance). But I much preffered the surprise tipple rip than the single tug.

The worst part was the heat that radiated afterward. It was just like a bad sunburn. Now my torso has a massive red blotchy mess where my hair used to hang out.

Fruit of the Moment: KIWI PRIDE

Congrats to the best and worst actress SANDRA BULLOCK

It takes a lot of soul searching to ultimately decide to wax your chest in the interest of art.

One such reason is when you re wearing a low neckline tee-shirt in a musical where you are playing a 12 year old.

In preparation for said waxing, I managed to clip my hair down to manageable sized lengths.

Work I swear was a blur as I prepared for the pain I was assured was to come.

long story short? The rehearsal went over time and we couldn't do it. So now another day of an itchy half shaved chest awaits me. oh joy.

Fruit of the Moment: Chae's Fudge

Thinking twice about Chocolate Nesquik

This morning I broke my first 5mile run. A mile, for those of us unfamiliar with the imperial system is around 1.6km. My early traversing around Raby was the prologue to a busy Sunday.

Theres something tranquil about an early morning run. Silently watching the world pass by, waking up with Laura Bell Bundy blaring in your earphones.

My sister's cruise was yet again delayed for another 24 hours which is just peachy for her. I meanwhile started preparations for next weekend's LOVESONG auditions. Sending out everyone's audition packs, it put me a little behind in packing for my Wollongong "holiday". 24 cupcakes installed in my car, along with an entourage of clothing, groceries and costumes I headed for Wollongong 40 minutes late.

Turns out I needed worry. I slotted into the opening number after announcing the arrival of the Alice Cupcakes. Which, to my satisfaction were received well. One guy ate two. If you knew how much sugar, butter and cream was in each cupcake, you would consider that an amazing achievement worthy of note here.

Currently, i'm watching Leila Knit her astoundingly rainbow mega scarf with underbelly season one playing in the background.

I managed to escape after 2 1/2 hours of set construction post rehearsal by simply walking away. Too many people told me I couldn't leave despite the fact that 5 other cast members had already left for the day. I've dealt with this sort of shit. I've done my time sitting around for hours fixing details on sets and props and lights. Now is the time for me to concentrate on important things like friends who are game enough to let you stay over for 4 days. Or my weekly food shopping to fuel my impossibly difficult-to-cater-for diet.

Soon it will be time for dinner. I am muchly muchly hungry.

Fruit of the Moment: Winter plum cake

100% yahtzee success rate

My 10am doctor's appointment, which I woke up early for today was pushed forward to 12:15pm and eventually took lace at 12:45pm. Bother. It pushed everything back like more than 2 hours. Lucky both arm got an injection of a dead deadly virus to upgrade my immune system.

Mum and Dad arrived back home. Well, rather at the station. Dad was rather snippish at me for being 10 minutes late to pick them up while mum was glad to see me (as I her).

It was always my intention to have a baking day today, and I ended up with the Crabapple Cupcake Cookbook's Alice in Wonderland Cupcakes. Couldn't you just nomnomnom that shit up? Coconut ice icing along with sweet vanilla cherry & coconut cupcakes. I hope the Spelling Bee guys will enjoy them tomorrow :)

I also made custard with the remaining egg yolks. It split. And mum rescued it. When she found out I wasn't going to eat the miracle she performed in bringing a split custard back to smooth perfection, I noticed a distinct disappointed look on her face.

My current diet is quite depressing when it comes from anything made out of a Nigella Lawson cookbook. Its also depresing when you go out to celebrate Morgans Birthday in Neutral Bay, and find that the 20 guests had ordered you the generic Indian banquette, that came with masses of deep-fried Indian vegetarian options.

I found myself physically ill from the thought of having to consume a ricotta pesto, or a potato curry, that I scarcely ate anything. (upon reflection, this is not a normal response to such delicious options)

Now, I wasn't going to cause a fuss at the bill. But. It seemed that instead of paying for drinks separately, everyone had "agreed" to share the price of the liberal amount of empty alcoholic bottles on the table. Resulting in a $45 share per person. Including myself. Who ate and drank nothing. *sigh* Lucky Ben was there to pitch in an extra $10 for me as my wallet did not have enough to cover it and he had noticed how little I had consumed... Dearest 7 chickpeas I've ever had in my life.

Fruit of the moment: Linen Fresh

You go home and bitch about us don't you? Good Answer.

Alice in underland. That's right. A beautiful, formulaic romp through the looking glass. Shame pig and pepper couldn't make it it. But seriously, I was relieved at how much I enjoyed little Timmy's new outing in cinema.

My faourite performer was the cat. But way to flog a dead horse! Around the 17th time something appeared to float in the air, you got it. Perfect combo of cat, teeth and Stephen Fry though...

We nearly missed it. And by this, I actually mean we missed the first three seconds of the film.

I had planned a whole group to get together. However as it turned out only Gormster could make it in the end. It was another one our our creepy hanging out excursions. Only it gets less funny everytime I bring it up. Just like the time I was the third wheel for a honeymoon. Actually no. I still find that funny. And also It was the best holiday evah. And Leila is pretty.

So Sean and I braved the weather and handed over our hard earned cash to see Alice in underwhelming 3D. Rather, Sean discovered how fast he could run up Kellicar Lane in order to get the tickets while I raced around the car park finding a suitable place for Baybalu (my car).

Trying to find our seats in the dark was fun. It was half way through the film when I stretched out my elbow to find the arm rest, when low and behold!? I discovered a distinct LACK of arm rest. Ah yes. good times. Way to get the couples seat Sean. *facepalm*

Anyhew, then he stole $20 and we called it a night.

Fruit of the Moment: adopt-a-yoghurt

Its supposed to open all the way out.

Today was sushi day. I squandered it on bad southgate shopping centre sushi. They make you pay for wassabi.

The point is, i tried to compensate for the lack of taste with extra wassabi. Unfortunately, this meant having the air sucked out of my lungs and chocking on a clump of wassabi soaked rice for around 10 scary seconds. No breathing in or out. It was intense.

Spelling Bee rehersal was deflating.

In other news, Nickoll from Hal Lenard confirmed my application for LOVE SONG! We are good to go people! in moments as cruitial as this, I am saddened my email no longer works at work, for it will make contacting people exceedingly difficult.

Fruit of the Moment: C-A-P-Y-B-A-R-A

Yes, thats right. Women's underwear.

I felt the need to share with you all (the 2 of you reading) my epic fail post THRILL ME this evening.

First of all, Squabbalogic has gone and got themselves the premiere of [TITLE OF SHOW] and i couldn't be more excited. Except for the fact it's in June and I wont be here for it. Which is fail #1. I want in still. More on that later.

My Epic Fail still has my head shaking. A few people hung back after the show to have a bit of a chit chat, as one usually does with these sorts of things. Immediately a guy catches my eye and we strike up a conversation. All going well. Signs look good. The group parts and head outside. Said Guy is heading in the same direction as me, and when he finds out my car is a few km's away, he offers a lift. Good bloke.

All the while I'm kicking myself for not remembering his name. Cos, you know hes kind of a little bit attractive. Yeah? *face palm*

Hokay, so then we get to my car and park for five minutes and HE keeps the conversation going. I was so retarded, all I could do was say thanks for the lift. Where was the witty quips about exchanging phone numbers for possible future meet ups? Why don't i ever grab these opportunities?*le sigh* Such is the story of my life.

In any case, go team gutless!

Fruit of the Moment: DAMIT!

Did not thrill me

Sometimes, things just don't work out.

And thus is the case for Squabbalogic's THRILL ME. A one act musical about gay lovers from Chicago in the 1920s who murdered a boy named Billy? Bobby? It didn't seem to matter.

Now what was really disappointing here was not the production. It was the MUSICAL itself. I have no idea how it won best new musical at the something-a-la-something musical awards. maybe it was a slow year for musical theatre.

The point is, the cast and crew did everything they could to make this show shmick, polished and other adjectives i'm too tired to think up right now. The material just didn't THRILL ME. Nor did the plot to be honest. I mean, i get it. Two gay guys in the 1920s, with one doing anything to hold onto his lover at all costs...yadayada. Whatever.

As always, Squabalogic is doing Australian audiences proud with their selection of off-broadway material, no production company would even punt a cent on. A bad musical (for me- most of the crowd enjoyed it with gusto) but with excellent production values. Eh.

Fruit of the moment: Sneaky Strawberries

Why James Cameron's AVATAR wont win the BEST FILM OSCAR

Today, a disastrous fact occurred. And it has all to do with AVATAR.

Quickly! I sprung to google images to detect if it were true:

And this popped up:

And the slightly less known work of M.Night Shyamalan, which is an adaption of the cartoon series above:

Before having to physically type in JAMES CAMERON and MOVIE in order to retrieve ANY images for the highest grossing film of all time, I decided to keep the above data to illustrate my point.

You see, the above is an example of how a horrid font such as Japanese Brush can be given a facelift in the wake of a multi Billion dollar Hollywood extravaganza.

Today, I was saddened to note that out of the billions of dollars spent on creating the world of PANDORA, textures, creatures and whatnot... Years and Years of painstaking labour, blood and tears... Around $5 was spent on the logo.

I've always had it in for this logo.

And I never knew why. Until today. Today It dawned that they have gone and used my most hated of all hated fonts: Papyrus to represent the highest grossing film of all time.

This is worse than the time Peter Jackson hired James Newton Howard to create an extraordinarily unremarkable score in a remarkably short notice period for a film he's been aching to make since he was 7. JUST LIKE IT!

I can see the Fucker who pitched this to the art department:

"SCREW Tragan Pro!"

(he says- only a guy would be enough of an idiot to use what can be best described as the standard font for beauty salon business cards)

"Pandora? Egyptian? TOTALY THE SAME! You guys wait, we're gonna lift the lid on the Papyrus Prejudice for good!"

I shudder. I literally cant get over it. Its such a black mark on an otherwise glorious piece of entertainment. Its like the dark side of fonts. My 11 year old students would use Papyrus on their iMovies. Not to say THEY are bad, but they are at the stage where the star-swipe transition adds "production value" to their films.

SOMEONE PLEASE FIRE A FUCKING INTERN OVER THIS.

But wait, i say. Maybee... just, MAYbeeee it only LOOKS like Papyrus.

I take the logo into photoshop... BEHOLD:

The red writing is unedited Papyrus font. And behind is the Avatar logo. Are you seeing the EXACT same indents on the lettering as I am!? Its a crime. Its worse than a crime. It ALMOST permits everyone in downloading a pirated copy of the film just to teach those idiots in the AVATAR advertising department a lesson in font selection.

But the worst thing that has come out of this experience is that now, other marketing campaigns will spring up with the SAME GOD DAM font. YOU JUST WATCH. The billions and billions of revenue will be accredited to the font they used in the eye-catching logo and other lesser films will make their logos to resemble the same feel of the AVATAR one. ARGH!?

Is there no end to this madness?!

Apparently not.

Now Helvetica Neue. Thats a FONT. Calm blue Helvetica Neue. 35 thin. *breath deep*

Fruit of the Moment: NYLON / ELASTANE / POLYESTER

Mr Ogilvie! Dont tell my mom about facebook!?

5am is a brisk time to be up and about in Neutral Bay. Even so, Genevieve and I braved the dark morning air in order to achieve our goals of firmer stomachs. Not that she needs it, which ironically she probably says about me too.

Work was fruitful. Very painfully slow but fruitful. I'm setting up the templates for re-designing every single care label and tag that goes on every stitch of underwear in the building. Pretty soon, women (and a few men) everywhere will be wearing something designed by me. I take pride in such an obscure profession.

Tonight was the first night I have had to myself in a very long time. To blazes with the diet! I had myself a stir-fry of greens, chili and pear that was to die for. I didn't weigh any of the vegetables! Isn't that just too naughty?

My stomach complained there wasn't more. I suspect it was due to tonight's viewing of Julie and Julia. Of course, being a Nora Ephron movie, my sentimental sense of romanticisim went into water drive. Now, I'm suffering from a very painful tight feeling across my chest. That will teach me to sob with happiness for an hour or so in the dark.

Fruit of the Moment: Thoughtful traffic