Monday, November 20, 2006

This Is Maskerade-ing As A Blog Post

(Witty title isn't it huh huh? *dorky Ashton Kutcher laugh*)

Yes, so it's yet another fake post, but I got home last night from a 14-hour-long tech rehearsal for Terry Pratchett's 'Maskerade', during which I nearly had my soul harvested by a giant scythe-wielding skeletal rat, was almost decapitated by a chandelier intent on murdering unsuspecting audience members, and was scared out of my wits by an overly keen genius first-year medic who knows more about neurology (which is a second-year subject) than I do. (Damn that medic hothouse!--Editor)

Updates during this week will be slow, due to the play, for which I'm going to have to miss a couple of supervisions (adding to the already impressive number of pissed-off supervisors against me) and tonnes of lectures (for which I will undoubtedly pay in many torturous yet hilarious ways. Sniff).

The play is taking shape very well, though. Yesterday's tech rehearsal went well, despite the occasional near-death experience. I managed to surreptitiously snap a couple of sneak preview pictures to ignite the appetite before the play goes live tomorrow:

Which play about opera is complete without a chandelier?
Ours finally goes up, reaching its perch above the audience,
from where it gleefully contemplates their doom.


Greebo and the Death of Rats conspire to kill
cast members during the rehearsal

'Maskerade' is shaping up to be a barrel of laughs that will change your perspective on life, Death (yes, with a capital D), and the world (because, of course, the world is carried on the backs of four giant elephant which are themselves carried on the back of a giant turtle swimming through space). Plus it's your only chance to see me in a soon-to-be-infamous scene involving a generous amount of, uh, erectile overactivity.

Be there or be square.

Or hexagonal. Or even octagonal, if you're really unlucky.

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

erectile...overactivity?

i'm bringing my camera ;)

Dan said...

what the?! i really can't imagine that.. and am thankful for it..

Dan said...

"Be there or be square.


Or hexagonal. Or even octagonal, if you're really unlucky."

well, actually if you increase the number of edges in a polygon to infinity, you get a circle. which is the opposite of a square... so wouldn't that mean you are better of, and thereore lucky instead of unlucky?

anyways, why is it a square? shouldn't it be a triangle, since triangles are the polygons with the least edges and therefore the most boring?

or is it just so that it rhymes... damn what a boring statement. i propose that the statement "Be there or be square" be abolished on the grounds that it is misleading...

Anonymous said...

Break a leg!

Anonymous said...

I ahm yhour (grande)fat-her...
get a tag board!
=)

howling said...

My geometry tutor told me: "A six-sided polygon is called a hexagon, a
five-sided ones are called pentagons."
"What about two sided ones?" I asked.
"They don't exist", was his response.
"I beg to differ! I think we should just let bi-gons be bi-gons.

Blimey. This is now getting really dorky. Or geeky.

*Dan the Cat kicks howling off the comment box*

Shrinked Immaculate said...

Good stuff, i like ur blog

Phoenix said...

Count me in as a dork and a geek, because I had a good chuckle at the shapes-banter in here!

And besides, surely a cube is squarer than a square?

Phoenix said...

Cos... it's a square squared, innit?

Dan said...

hahaha!! good one, howling! i must remember to say that one the next time i teach little kids math :P

on another note,

An engineer, a chemist, and a mathematician are all staying in the same hotel one night, and a fire breaks out in each of their rooms.

The engineer springs from bed, runs to the bathroom, and stops up the sink and bathtub. He turns all the taps on full-force. He floods the whole room, but puts out the fire. He goes back to bed.

The chemist gets out of bed and takes out one of his textbooks. After a few measurements, he takes out a beaker and measures out the precise amount of water he'll need to put out the fire without wasting any water. He does so, and returns to bed.

The mathematician gets out of bed and takes out a piece of paper and a pencil. After several moments of hurried scribbling, the mathematician throws down his pencil triumphantly, exclaims "I have PROVEN that I can put out the fire!" and goes back to bed.

Anonymous said...

you study till siao ledi is it? hahaa. death of rats ! Where's Maurice? :)

The Angry Medic said...

HospitalPhoenix: gawd. ohhh gawd. did you HAVE to?

Dan: once again you demonstrate your amazing ability to simultaneously be both a geek and not a geek. And you, teaching little kids? I'll warn the nearest paediatric psychiatry unit.

howling: *Angry Medic pushes Dan aside and kicks howling off the comment box himself* :)

yuhhui: still wanna come to Cambridge? :P

howling said...

I will rise up and crawl back to comment box.

*howling thinks he should transmigrate as the hospitalphoenix*

Ha ha!

Phoenix said...

You can only become a hospitalphoenix by dying, then rising from the ashes. In a hospital.

So. There.

The Angry Medic said...

Ooh. Is that a hint at a dark and twisted past, Dr Hou--um, I mean HospitalPhoenix?

Anonymous said...

You're so cute. So are your cute friends.

The Angry Medic said...

Aww, why thanks!

Which is why I have cute daughters. See? ;)

Dan said...

you have cute daughters? since when?

PS: i'm good with kids. in fact, most people i know in cambridge still act like kids. including postgrads.

The Angry Medic said...

Oh, I've had cute daughters for a while now. Phareliya up thetre is one of em, she's in NZ and is a dear.

And yes, Dan, you da daddy! Postgrads can require some coddling sometimes :)

The Angry Medic said...

I knew that!

I meant to write that. Just wanted to know if anyone would spot it, see.