Thursday, March 01, 2007

That is it!

I am going to follow my friend Zach's advice and send an email to those crazy Blogger people. Seriously, it is a tragedy that I cannot get into my account. It's MY account! I snuck in again via commenting, thank goodness THAT works! Also, thank you to Lauren, who commiserates with my frustrations with Blogger, and who is generally one of the world's coolest, smartest, most beautiful people. Just in case you didn't know.

So, we started play rehearsals this week. And by that, I mean that I have not actually had rehearsal this week. We had an orientation on Monday, and a rehearsal Tuesday for certain characters (not mine), and then Saturday, we'll be having a longer rehearsal. With food. Food is imperative to the creative mind. No food, no energy. No energy, a large desire to sit around and watch other people being creative. So that's where we're at. I am anxious for the real rehearsals to start ("real" meaning "my"). And really, I'm unsure why that is, since I have really not even glanced at my lines since getting the script. One would think that I would be anxious about the possibility of getting to the rehearsals and looking like an unprepared doofus. Actually, this does not concern me at all, because I often look like a doofus. :) I get over it surprisingly fast.

My life is busy. Busy, busy, busy. Between work, internship, school, play and friends/family/boyfriend, I have barely a minute to myself. But yesterday and the day before, I found a couple of those minutes, and found myself oddly wandering through the desert of the TV channels on my TV. Really, not a whole heck of a lot on TV these days. I miss football and "Top Chef". I only watched those two things, now, nothing. I flipped past "Lost" and stopped for perhaps a minute and a half. Honestly, it is such a soap opera. I know that the whole world, except for me, is addicted to that show. I don't get it. It is a SOAP OPERA. On at night. Set in a jungle. Pretty people, not necessarily good character acting, not necessarily coherent plot lines, not necessary believable situations (Really, after all this time on the stupid island, not even counting the time it was on the island before they got there, they found a VW bus with a 8-track player that works, and it still had GAS in it that actually WORKED in the engine? PLEASE, the gas lines (heck, ALL the lines) would so have corroded from all the moisture in that place!!! Also, I'd like someone to explain to me how to get a VW bus onto a deserted island. And why that would be a good idea in the first place), but a heck of a lot of suspense from episode to episode. Oh my gosh, what will happen next???????? Totally a soap opera. Next, they'll have them intermarrying and making devil-inhabited babies, just you watch. I can't believe that all of America is addicted to this show! I'm so offended at our mediocre sensibilities. Between "Lost" and "Grey's Anatomy", the whole world is going to soap opera hell. Where are the GOOD SHOWS? I would kill to have HBO so I could watch "The Wire" this season. You want a show? Watch "The Wire." It's so good it's sick. It has a cast that is notably missing any poor acting talent, it's gritty, it's real, and it has plot arcs that are so good that they could make you cry. I'm just sayin'. "Lost" is lost on me.

Phew. Now, on to fight with Blogger...

1 Comments:

At 3:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

In some ways i agree with you that lost can be a little soap opera-ish. And yes, not everything in the plot always makes sense (which well, is the point).

The reason why i watch lost is because it's a character study.

It's more than just crazy plotlines and hot people in the jungle. There is a lot of struggle in each of the individuals on the island and as we get further into the show a part of the person's exterior gets stripped away.
Also, there's a lot of philosophical questions interlaced in the show. The episode you described was one of the ones that was dealing more with a specific character. Don't judge the show (and it's watchers) on what you saw that one nite.
k

 

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