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Monday, June 25
 
Tangentiality.*

I saw The Dead Girl last week with Alex, Emma, Gavin, Pat and Shy. Alex, Emma, Gavin, Pat and Shy thought it was a horrid story (or five horrid stories) so, although Gavin and Pat were willing to discuss it’s merits as a film, the conversation had been decisively moved on before we got out of the theatre.

[tangent]
Sometimes this happens. You greet someone just in passing day after day until one day they don’t return your greeting. You may not have ever got past finding out they are well, the ambient temperature or occasionally if they enjoyed their holiday; but it was nice. Now it’s not anything.
[/tangent]

I have been given a list of creaky sets to repair at the Muppet Theatre. This sort of task is usually driven by the construction crew rather than the design team as the creaks come from ordinary wear and tear; so they mostly need to be hit with a hammer and rarely involve rebuilding. For the spring season however it will be up to the designer to establish what needs to be repaired and where to hit it because the carpenter won’t be here with the hammer for three weeks. This designer predicts many uninformed questions about the unrepaired sets from uninvolved parties at the first read through.

*Not a real word, yet.
 
Comments:
How can you let it just sit there being nothing? I would NEED TO KNOW.
 
I loved the film. I wanted to talk about it, but I know me: I would have it in my head as I was falling asleep and needed to be a bit distracted. It was disturbing and sad sometimes; but it was certainly not a horrid film. I thought.
 
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