Promises, promises

So in the last post I wrote, the one after the Weekend from Hell, I said I would be more cheerful next time. That, amongst other things, is my excuse for waiting this long to write again. However, at the moment I am in a seriously good mood, for several reasons. First, Alice. It's a new mini-series on the Sci-Fi channel (or Syfy, as they are currently known. I understand WHY they changed it (I'm one of the nerds who actually reads the newsposts...) but I still think it looks silly. Plus, now they can't do the iF thing, and I miss that a lot. But I digress.) It aired tonight, and I am in love. Seriously, the last time I enjoyed tv this much was way back when Tin Man came out... Apparently I just have a thing for twisted re-workings of kids stories. I think I'm okay with that... Anyway, the really good thing about this one is that the Dodo is played by: (drumroll please) Tim Curry. And since I am seriously majorly crushing on him (in a celebrity I've never met and am not likely to ever meet sort of way), that alone would have made it worth watching. Truth be told, that was the main reason I was watching to begin with. However, not five minutes into it and I was completely swept away with the story, and with the rest of the cast of characters. It's always nice to have a heroine who can kick the bad guys' asses for herself, even if she does have the world's most ridiculously inefficient running style. Seriously, she makes me look graceful, and that's quite a feat. And Mad March? Definitely the creepiest thing I've seen in a LONG time. Well worth a watch if you get a chance.
Second, Harvey. I am, once again, deep into the belly of 2nd Street Theater, dressed in black and making things happen. This time, however, there are a few differences. For one thing, I'm not the youngest person involved, which means I am no longer the only one un-invited to the cast/crew drinking party things after performances. It also means I'm not the only one who has to rely on the charity of strangers (or friends. Whichever.) to get me home through three feet of freaking snow. I've always felt bad about having people go out of their way to give me rides home, and having a couple others sponging off of people helps a little. The director (Brian. He's awesome.) is also technically the stage manager, so I can also be just run crew, rather than having to pick up the slack like I did last show. (Admittedly, I really didn't mind doing that. I love Tim, and I do enjoy being stage manager, as long as the actors aren't too annoying...) I'm also the official Script Nazi (my term, not the theater's), the "prospective buyer on the third floor" (I make the noises from offstage), Ed's tea girl (for no apparent reason, I'm always the one he asks to go refill his mug with hot water), and I (sort of) play Harvey. In short, I am the single most important person in that building. (And modest. I'm also really, really amazingly modest. ^_^)
Third, Christmas. Well, sort of. The thing is, I really hate Christmas. However, I found some really good anthologies of horror stories to get me through the first couple weeks of publicly aired Christmas carols, and for once in my life I have a good idea of what I'm getting everyone for presents. I think I can actually afford to do it, too, although I may have to have my dad mail the ones that need to be mailed from his work, since I'm pretty sure he can do that for free...
I certainly hope that's enough cheerful for you all (you all. Ha. I don't even read my blog posts anymore...) I'm actually having a pretty good week, and definitely looking forward to our next show on Wednesday.

Happy Solstice/Christmas/Hanukkah/whatever you happen to want to be happy about

~Charlotte the Pirate