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Day 386: Been a couple of days
Nov. 17th, 2006 08:18 amI know. Usually I'm much more up and at it as far as updating is concerned. Not this week.
On Tuesday Del and I went to see the Eugene O'Neill play Beyond the Horizon. So the newspaper said it was a tragedy. After reading Shakespeare and classical Greek tragedies, or perhaps some Henrik Ibsen for most of my literary career, my sense of tragedy is a bit campy, to say the least. For me, tragedy is where everyone lies to everyone else, screws everyone else over, sleeps with everyone else's mom, and then dies suddenly in the end for only a vaguely plausible reason, and Horatio is the last man standing. Not so with this play. When I talked to Tvordi, she just laughed and said, "It's O'Neill, what did you expect?" Not what I saw. It was painfully tragic. At the end, when Rob was dying, it hurt. I wanted to cry. Managed not to embarrass myself in public. The horrible end was fully expected, and it sort of took its time in coming, but when it finally got there the anticipation made it all the worse. I thought it was pretty well done. The singing confused me for a bit - apparently not in the script - but it was nice at the end when Rob was dying. As nice as it could have been, watcing a man with failed dreams and a failed marriage dying in misery. It had its funny moments, with the obnoxious mother in the wheelchair, and Rob was great with the daughter - though she was a bit obnoxious and ruined a greatly tragic moment - and it was a good play, but I might as well have flung myself in front of a car on the way home and been done with it. My knees were weak when I stood up, I was so dazed with the tragicness of it all.
Granted, I like reading tragedy/angst/pathos on a regular basis, all for the sake of entertainment.
On Wednesday, Alex, Marty, and Seirra came over and we built characters for a D&D game. Which I am going to attempt to GM. Go me. I am very nervous, but I have all the books I need, so there you go. Seirra and I went to see Alex's string ensemble concert earlier in the evening. Since there were only three of them, and Marty is a very experienced player - for all that he's young, I must give him credit for being a very experienced player - the character building didn't take as long as I thought it would. Now I have to just sort of build a dungeon, you know? And look up spell DCs and whatnot. D&D is so technical. That's why I like the world of darkness. It's simple, and all the fun is in the story.
On a side note, but a very important one, Andria's husband rescued my novel, the one that my computer tried to eat. I owe him my firstborn child or something. But it's back! It's been rescued! I was overjoyed when she told me that he figured out what the problem was. When I finally got the email from him, though...wow. My novel has been returned to me.
Thursday was a strange day. I got all my grad papers turned in (and copies made since those girls lose important paperwork all the time) and my grad fees paid. Then I ended up talking to people all day. First Andria. We followed each other out of Shakespeare, got paperwork done together, and then had lunch with Alex. Then I had lunch with Rae. And with Meg Prevost. And then Jill joined us. I ended up talking to Farmer John for a bit before finally checking my phone (six missed class - wince!) and going home. Where I proceeded to own in Tekken.
We were a hell of a rowdy group last night. I take it back - the boys were a hell of a rowdy group. Sometimes we girls contributed, but mostly we just bore it. Steampunk was awesome. I think Ericka has outdone herself with the story, lovecraftian style be damned. And I had a lot of fun. Way too much fun. Poor Megan, on the other hand, had to cover Ericka's shift because Ericka switched shifts with a boy so she could have night off. The game was fun, and then I went to bed.
Now it's time for school. I can do this. I swear.
On Tuesday Del and I went to see the Eugene O'Neill play Beyond the Horizon. So the newspaper said it was a tragedy. After reading Shakespeare and classical Greek tragedies, or perhaps some Henrik Ibsen for most of my literary career, my sense of tragedy is a bit campy, to say the least. For me, tragedy is where everyone lies to everyone else, screws everyone else over, sleeps with everyone else's mom, and then dies suddenly in the end for only a vaguely plausible reason, and Horatio is the last man standing. Not so with this play. When I talked to Tvordi, she just laughed and said, "It's O'Neill, what did you expect?" Not what I saw. It was painfully tragic. At the end, when Rob was dying, it hurt. I wanted to cry. Managed not to embarrass myself in public. The horrible end was fully expected, and it sort of took its time in coming, but when it finally got there the anticipation made it all the worse. I thought it was pretty well done. The singing confused me for a bit - apparently not in the script - but it was nice at the end when Rob was dying. As nice as it could have been, watcing a man with failed dreams and a failed marriage dying in misery. It had its funny moments, with the obnoxious mother in the wheelchair, and Rob was great with the daughter - though she was a bit obnoxious and ruined a greatly tragic moment - and it was a good play, but I might as well have flung myself in front of a car on the way home and been done with it. My knees were weak when I stood up, I was so dazed with the tragicness of it all.
Granted, I like reading tragedy/angst/pathos on a regular basis, all for the sake of entertainment.
On Wednesday, Alex, Marty, and Seirra came over and we built characters for a D&D game. Which I am going to attempt to GM. Go me. I am very nervous, but I have all the books I need, so there you go. Seirra and I went to see Alex's string ensemble concert earlier in the evening. Since there were only three of them, and Marty is a very experienced player - for all that he's young, I must give him credit for being a very experienced player - the character building didn't take as long as I thought it would. Now I have to just sort of build a dungeon, you know? And look up spell DCs and whatnot. D&D is so technical. That's why I like the world of darkness. It's simple, and all the fun is in the story.
On a side note, but a very important one, Andria's husband rescued my novel, the one that my computer tried to eat. I owe him my firstborn child or something. But it's back! It's been rescued! I was overjoyed when she told me that he figured out what the problem was. When I finally got the email from him, though...wow. My novel has been returned to me.
Thursday was a strange day. I got all my grad papers turned in (and copies made since those girls lose important paperwork all the time) and my grad fees paid. Then I ended up talking to people all day. First Andria. We followed each other out of Shakespeare, got paperwork done together, and then had lunch with Alex. Then I had lunch with Rae. And with Meg Prevost. And then Jill joined us. I ended up talking to Farmer John for a bit before finally checking my phone (six missed class - wince!) and going home. Where I proceeded to own in Tekken.
We were a hell of a rowdy group last night. I take it back - the boys were a hell of a rowdy group. Sometimes we girls contributed, but mostly we just bore it. Steampunk was awesome. I think Ericka has outdone herself with the story, lovecraftian style be damned. And I had a lot of fun. Way too much fun. Poor Megan, on the other hand, had to cover Ericka's shift because Ericka switched shifts with a boy so she could have night off. The game was fun, and then I went to bed.
Now it's time for school. I can do this. I swear.
