Theatre Tips And Tricks:

Theatre Tips and Tricks:

Doors!

More accurately, how to keep doors where you want them:

So you've got a set, and it has a Door. But. Your stage isn't level, or your flat isn't square, or there's a strong airflow current or any number of things. And the door just won't stay Shut/Open/Ajar/In Place.

Paint brushes!

As you can see in the photo above, paint brushes secured to the back of the bottom corner of a door will work like a movable wedge.

They're flexible enough to slide against the floor when an actor moves the door intentionally, but if secured properly, will provide resistance against whatever gravitational or structural forces might conspire to swing the door when unattended.

For example:

This door wants to swing towards me, which has pushed the brush back as it attempts to settle. The pressure of the bristle mass, however, are gripping against the riser and pinning the door in place.

You can increase or decrease the 'hold' by moving the brush up or down the door panel.

And it's virtually undetectable from the front.

Just a tiny blob in the bottom corner of the door.

Hope that helps!

So I ordered a collector's edition of a video game, and the ETA was Monday.

I was out and about yesterday, and decided to give Garwik a call on his lunch to check if it had been dropped off. They're replacing the fences at our townhouses so he's in the back yard with the dog.

"Not yet," he responds.

I check my email.

"That's really weird... it says they attempted to deliver."

"What? There was no sticker."

"It says they attempted to deliver ... One minute ago?"

"Give me a second... Son of a bitch!"

So in true courier fashion, in the one minute Garwik was out back, the Purolator van had pulled up, jumped out, pushed the doorbell, slapped the prepared "sorry we missed you!" sticker on the door, and took off.

And of course you have to wait a day to go get it from the centre.

So I pull up outside the building today, on my motorcycle, in the rain, and the lady has the cleverness to giggle "Oh! I hope youre not picking up a BIG package!"

"Actually, I am..." I respond wearily, handing her the slip.

She vanishes in the back and returns with a torso sized brown box. "You weren't kidding!"

"Eugh," I grunt noncommittaly, finding my ID.

"You sure you'll be able to manage this?" she asks, making conversation, I guess?

I sigh, and glance up at her. "Well since company policy is 'Ding-Dong-Ditch' and we couldn't get to the door in the forty-five seconds it took to slap the sticker on our mailbox and run back to the truck, I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

She didn't know how to respond to that.

Thanks, Susan, for pointing out that lugging around big boxes on a motorcycle, in the rain, is less than ideal. I'm glad I paid extra to get it delivered Monday and instead had to get it myself Tuesday.

I parked on the lane right in front of their doors, because that's what their trucks always do, so it seemed appropriate.

That feeling when you've got 90/10s and still insist on driving off road because why the heck not.

Most of the mud got scrubbed away on the Parkway but I'll take my "chicken strips" with pride.

PS: Judging a rider's skill by the edge of their tires is stupid and you know it.

UNACCEPTABLE part 2

So I just finished ranting about an unattended camp fire I found Tuesday night this week. And on the Monday I came across a six foot A-frame ladder in the left lane of Highway 406.

Two lanes each way with a broad ditch in between. Country, no street lights. Just half an hour before sunset.

How long had it been there?

Traffic was light, so cars were just drifting aside to pass it, but what about when the sun set? One distracted driver not processing what the weird rectangle ahead of them was?

So I pull over, spin the bike, drive back, and chuck it off into the grass.

Did I save a life? Or at least a damaged vehicle? Maybe? But who left it? Who was like "oh well I can't back up so I guess I'll just go buy a new ladder"? Did they even notice it fell off? How could they NOT?

Un-fucking-acceptable.

and with that, I'll never fly DELTA again

https://www.reddit.com/r/LateStageCapitalism/comments/bmkjiz/and_with_that_ill_never_fly_delta_again/

Just a little taste of what’s going on at my workplace right now. We have been fighting for a raise because a lot of people who work at Disney have to work 60+ hours a week just to get by. What was their response? “Ok, everyone gets a bonus. $1000. But not all at once. $500 now and $500 at the end of the year.” (in case some people get fired or quit, so they don’t have to pay the full amount to those people). Of course, we were like “No, that’s not what we said we wanted. We want a PERMANENT RAISE.” So Disney was like OK, fine, whoever is NOT part of the union fighting for a raise gets the $1000 bonus :) Meanwhile, we are still fighting for a raise…