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So, I was going to go to Collectormania at Braehead on Saturday but because I'm jiggering about shifts for the playreading, it's not possible anymore.  Shame, because Juliet Landau is going to be there. Amber Benson was supposed to be going - And for her I would've walked to Braehead and ninja'd my way in.  Suppose its a good thing she's not coming after all, as I'd probably end up licking her face or similar.  Not that Drusilla isn't someone to geek the fuck out about - But Tara... Oh Tara.  I'd make her sing to me.  Then lick her face.

Got a call from the literary assistant today, confirming my workshop for half 2 til half 5.  I've been running various scenarios in my head over the past day.  My safety scenario of the "potential" speech, the workshop being a "useful exercise" and the advice etc - the more likely one, really.  Then for fun, I run the fantasy scenario.  Just for fun... Then revert to low expectations of the "potential" speech to slap myself in the face.

It's kinda bugging me that I don't even know if they liked it or not.  I know that an invite like this should be indicative enough, but it's making me nervous.  After all, I didn't get great feedback from my ex-lecturer.  My fellow playwriting alum, K,  doesn't put much faith in his opinion as he's old and Ibsen-esque.  We love him to pieces, but not his theatrical taste so much.  He is a good teacher and I developed so much while at Uni.  I have wondered whether that would've happened without university, but just by maturing.  I've come to the conclusion that Uni just greatly accelerated and honed skills which I might have taken a decade or so to come round by myself.  Maybe.  Ive always been a very good self-taught pupil.  It's a shame I lack discipline.

Ah well.  Only 7 more sleeps til the day.

In addition, I'm trying to figure out whether one of the temps at work is a dirty homosexual.  Not because I fancy her - I'm just nosy.  There have been a few indicators.  First day, she was talking about Angelina Jolie films and how much she's her favourite actress.  Angie is a fantastic actress, and she would be fantastic even if she wasn't so bloody hot.  But the question I pose is: Is it possible to have huge love for a great actress that just oozes fuckability in everything she does - like Angelina?  That could just be me though, having mooned over her for 7 years now...

Anyway, I'll probe further.  My gaydar is just awful.  I'm really only good at "ten footers" and they're obvious to blind people.

To finish: An inaccurately paraphrased House quote which in no way follows the whiny theme of this entry - If you think someone else's life is more important than yours, then stamp your donor card and kill yourself.

I just thought it was funny.
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Tis been a busy week, most of it boring.


But on Tuesday/ Wednesday morning I did finish (the first draft which runs at over 2 hours) of my play – Huzzah!  I had the usual loopy, sleep deprived day after in which I loved everything and the world seemed infinitely better.  I’ve sent it out to a few friends for feedback and after that I’ll fix and polish and then will use it to try in vain to convince theatre people that I can write and that they do want to pay me for the privilege. 


Also entered a competition with an old play which my old tutor feels I have a good shot at.  I had to fit specific criteria – 3 characters, living urban or rural Scots dialect and under an hour – So I sent in the play I often consider to be the bastard spawn, if I were to look at my various works as children.  I don’t know why I consider it the let down and the bastard spawn because I actually enjoy it when I read it, instead of squirming.  Perhaps I feel that way because it’s fairly crude and the plot isn’t overly taxing (read: simple).  I didn’t do the extreme planning and research I usually do, because it didn’t really call for it.  I wanted to have a go at writing about male friendship because I’m usually quite female-centric ;)


We’ll see though.  I have a feeling that this competition might be trying to find a Sunset Song-y type of play, about fucking farms.  Urgh.  I feel like poking my eyes out when I read that genre in Scottish literature.  So perhaps two Edinburgh boys who play computer games, worship football and argue about which Disney film was the last great Disney isn’t what they’re looking for.  There’s more to it than that, but most of the disgusting humour comes out of those two.


Here’s a movie which a highly, highly recommend you see: Boy A.  Terrific.  It’s British movie about a youth murderer who gets his life together after release with the help of his social worker.  Moving, horrifying, so, so well written and dare I say beautiful?


And here’s some opinions on the start to some TV shows – Heroes, Fringe and House.  I have been watching other stuff – Gossip Girl which I’m fairly happy with (zee014 : I thought of you during this weeks hockey skirt wearing scene – I’m still working on those Lively legs).  And I have seen Grey’s, but not sure I want to comment on it yet.


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