it's just fairer than death, that's all.
Jan. 26th, 2011 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
levityOr, what the hell did I think I was doing, part 2 of X.
Because, Mediscene.*
I want to enter. I want to enter and drag in Allison and Billy and Meg and Sed and Vincen and Niko and everyone with a good punchline (i.e. everyone) to write the script, if only so I can not have to. I want to create something sharp and funny and satirical and honest, something without the easy answers people expect from everything, something that is only smart and only tragic because it is true. I want to direct the whole thing and actually be a half-decent director, because one thing I learned in high school is that knowing what a good director should be like does not make you one. I want the ideas to translate to the stage. I wouldn't even mind failing everything if it meant that the play would work.
So Allison filled up the entry form and the classmates pretty much said okay, and. Well. I don't know if I'm good enough, I don't know if we'll have the time, et cetera, et cetera, we're used to this. In theory, the solution is easy; in practice, not so much.
*College of Medicine + play = Mediscene. If you came up with this name, I don't like you.
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So this morning on the way to school I only looked one way when crossing the street, because Pedro Gil is a one-way street, and so I got hit by a pedicab going in the direction you're not supposed to go in. The pedicab driver was wearing a Ronaldinho Barcelona jersey.
Say whatever else you like about the universe, chances are I've said it too, but don't say it doesn't have a sense of humor.
Because, Mediscene.*
I want to enter. I want to enter and drag in Allison and Billy and Meg and Sed and Vincen and Niko and everyone with a good punchline (i.e. everyone) to write the script, if only so I can not have to. I want to create something sharp and funny and satirical and honest, something without the easy answers people expect from everything, something that is only smart and only tragic because it is true. I want to direct the whole thing and actually be a half-decent director, because one thing I learned in high school is that knowing what a good director should be like does not make you one. I want the ideas to translate to the stage. I wouldn't even mind failing everything if it meant that the play would work.
So Allison filled up the entry form and the classmates pretty much said okay, and. Well. I don't know if I'm good enough, I don't know if we'll have the time, et cetera, et cetera, we're used to this. In theory, the solution is easy; in practice, not so much.
*College of Medicine + play = Mediscene. If you came up with this name, I don't like you.
---
So this morning on the way to school I only looked one way when crossing the street, because Pedro Gil is a one-way street, and so I got hit by a pedicab going in the direction you're not supposed to go in. The pedicab driver was wearing a Ronaldinho Barcelona jersey.
Say whatever else you like about the universe, chances are I've said it too, but don't say it doesn't have a sense of humor.
