Wishes can bring problems such that you regret them

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 15:51:18 GMT

I MAY HAVE SPOKEN TOO SOON THE OTHER DAY. AAAARRGH THE WORLD WILL END.

You remember when I was ranting about the ADVERT OF WRONG that is Gene Kelly breakdancing to Singin' In The Rain?? Remember how I said "At least no one's done anything like that to The Wizard of Oz or tried to remake it"?

This time they've gone too far...

I love the Muppets. Honestly, I do. I'm very happy with them for Christmas Carol, ECSTATIC with them for Muppet Treasure Island, and head over heels in love with them for their involvement in Labyrinth. But THE MUPPETS DOING WIZARD OF OZ?!?!?!

WITH ASHANTI AS DOROTHY AND QUEEN LATIFAH AS AUNTY EM????

Judy is spinning in her grave, poor love.
*mopes and mourns*

This is clearly karma trying to teach me that no good will come of searching through the IMDB to perve over pictures of Tim Curry. *hides head in shame*

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 15:17:31 GMT

Gacked from mystic_horizons
Name Meanings!

Catherine - Pure

Name Origin: Greek
Number of Syllables: 3.00
Gender: Female

More interesting facts about the name Catherine:

Lucky Number: 2
Ruling Planet: The Moon
Element: Water
Primary Color: Orange
Traits: Sensitive, domestic. Tends to be emotional and easily influenced to tears. Has a fertile imagination. Very fond of the home. Patriotic. Accepts changes in surroundings. Prefers to live near the water. Often possesses musical talents and would make a very good psychic.

*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees*
Okay yes it's mis-spelt but that's only cos no one accepts the amazingness of spelling my name Cathryn. Clearly superior. *giggles*

Thu, 17 Feb 2005 15:06:03 GMT

First thing's first:

You scored as Ray McCooney.

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Ray McCooney

75%

Emily Howard

53%

Sebastian

53%

Vicky Pollard

50%

Marjorie Dawes

50%

Anne!

41%

Daffyd Thomas

34%

Andy

22%

Which character from Little Britain are you?!
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Claudia today decided that the lovely Chris Quinn may as well be a woman "'Cos he's pretty and has girly hair". This amused me. For those that care, he's the one that was standing next to me in the Gasping promo pic. *pets him*

We spent today searching for Japanese beer [an exciting adventure in a very cold Oxford town] ready for tomorrow evening's sushi night. *cheers* We need more Japanese beer though so we shall have to go and get some more in a bit, for now we are eating Chinese, toast and honey and rejoicing in the goodness that is Clue.

"Life after death is as improbable as sex after marriage" *grins* I love Madeline Kahn. *sighs and pets her in this film*

Wed, 16 Feb 2005 17:33:34 GMT

Chris came up yesterday. Yay. It was lovely. First time we've seen each other since the beginning of December. A little under 24 hours really wasn't enough, but at least it was some time.

I got my Christmas present - Bearclaw slippers [because I am AMAZING and COOL and Chris is a loser] and a VDay present of a MAGIC TREE!!!! HOW AMAZING?!?!?!?!?!?!?! It's so childish, so purile and so very very us. It's making me happy as I sit here watching it grow. You know the kind, made of cardboard and you put 'special liquid' on it and it grows fluff in a matter of hours.

Lord bless Habitat for their magic trees.

I have to go buy a vase for my bouquet tomorrow morning. Poor flowers, they arrived on Monday but the office didn't let me know until Tuesday morning and since then they've been in the cellophane and box in my room. But they seem happy and tomorrow they'll get to take pride of place on my desk. Next to my magic tree.

Whorehouse cast list gets announced tonight. Neither fahara or I are going to FPs tonight though so littlerosyposy will be the first to find out if any of us got anything. Tra la la. Right. I'm going to eat some chocolate spread and mope at my lack of Chris and work out when I can get away to Cardiff.

Tue, 15 Feb 2005 12:40:42 GMT

Scary realisation - in 27 days I'll no longer be a teenager.

*hides from the world*

Tue, 15 Feb 2005 06:54:44 GMT

My body is rebelling.

Firstly I have the THROAT OF DEATH. I suspect this is brought on by ~~smoking on Saturday night~~ harcore belty singing at Fortune Players last night.

Emma, Rosie and I stole the tune line for Killer Queen [We Will Rock You version that does silly things like change "Let them eat cake, she said, just like Marie-Antoinette" to "Let them eat cake, she said, find me on the internet" but who am I to argue with Ben Elton? Yummy man wrote Kirsten for me. Well not for me but shhhhh it's early in the morning and I'm rabbitting]. It's technically a chorus number but now it's more sort of "MUJAH you will sing backing for us, you munchkins of doom".

Did I mention it's early as all fuck and I'm slightly delirious due to the pain in my throat?

I'm singing Gimme Gimme as a solo and if you don't know it, it's a very yummy belty song from Thoroughly Modern Millie. And I ♥ it.

Also doing loooooooovely three part harmony with Julia and Hannah on I Wish I May from Witches of Eastwick. Inexplicably, yours truly managed to get the top harmony line despite the fact that I'm not the soprano out of the group, but whatever, it's fun.

So yes. Hardcore singing has given me the throat of death. It's punishment for briefly abandoning musical theatre to do OMG 'straight' acting.

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 16:50:56 GMT

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Sun, 13 Feb 2005 23:42:37 GMT

Just a quick update to say two things.

1) A brand new welcome to suckandblowelf otherwise known as the lovely Claudia who was the stage manager for Gasping! I have spent today with her doing the get-out and cooking us a steak dinner [we kept salivating at the thought and it had to be done....*so* proud of myself cos it's the first time I've EVER cooked steak] and now prodded her into the LJ world.

2) Happy Day-That-Should-Not-Be-Mentioned to all of you. We don't need special days to let each other know we love one another, be it as friends or whatever, but let me reitterate to all of you on this day of commercialism [and I do realise I'm 20 minutes early] that I love you all very much indeed and am grateful for knowing you either just online or [OMG] in real life.

*cuddles and kisses a plenty*

Sat, 12 Feb 2005 09:22:57 GMT

Which flock do you follow?

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Sat, 12 Feb 2005 08:41:08 GMT

2 nights down, one to go!

Last night's audience was excellent, lots of laughing in all the right places and *shocked-gasp* a double-bow!!!!

The down-side of this is Chris Quinn hammed up his death even more and has an ego that now needs to be caught and shot! *giggles* *loves on him as he gets me cheap yummy wine by being stunning*

So one night left. Sitting in the bar last night, Claudia-the-Suck-and-Blow-elf declared that she didn't want it to be over *giggles* ahhh how I love the predictible traditions of theatre. Not normally the tecchies that don't want it to end though!!

Sadly I have no one in the audience tonight. Chris can't come tonight cos he's still feverish and ill. :( Poor rabbit. His sister's gone to look after him last night so that makes me feel better for not being able to be there for him.

I had txts from Aaron about West End Orgy last night and so I need to pick a song to do. Apparently he'd like a belty number. My shortlist isn't great, I'm not in the mood for most songs cos they're overdone or mehy. Mind you, it'll probably be easier to cut my choice of 8 down to 1 when NDot looks at the sheet music and declares that he can/can't play certain piano parts because I'm mean and like songs with 5 flats or 5 sharps. *evil grin*

Right. Now I'm going to run away for breakfast! Perks of having one's mother here - she does yummy poached eggs :)

Fri, 11 Feb 2005 11:40:39 GMT

Gasping Review!

Not the best review ever, but at least my character got mentioned, which is more than Tasha's did.

It's a bit of a 'Ben Elton Bashing' review more than anything...also...Kirsten is not a lesbian! She's bi, goddammit!!! That's why she's talking to 'Anton' at the beginning of her scene.

Grrrrrrrr.

I have hunger and am in a very boring lecture, hence updating and searching for my review and stuff!

Thu, 10 Feb 2005 14:06:35 GMT

I need coffee.

Much caffeine.

Anyone has any spare coca-cola/proplus/coffee hanging around then I could use it!

Last night's dress rehearsal sucked like hell. It was attrocious.

*whimpers*

I'm still not actually nervous about tonight yet...more worried that I'll fuck up again as badly as I did yesterday.

I hope not though. I don't think el_merry_achi could cope with another 11.25pm phonecall from me whimpering and crying about whether I'm making a mistake with my life and whether I've wasted the last 15 years doing crap.

*runs away from the world*

Wed, 09 Feb 2005 17:20:53 GMT

I am kitten. Hear me mewl.

Just a quick update on my non-life before I head off to the dress rehearal.

I am tired. Quelle surprise. Had very yummy pancakes last night with fahara and littlerosyposy which saved me from attempting my own and burning the house down. However, I'll be burning down the kitchen when el_merry_achi comes up to see Gasping because he didn't get any pancakes yesterday, poor love.

*yawns at you all*
I'm still feeling worryingly calm about Gasping. I don't like it...I should be worried by now. Bah.

Tue, 08 Feb 2005 17:01:32 GMT

Just got emailed this by my lovely friend Vickie.
An alternative set of lyrics for that well known song...

At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
When you said you had 10 inches Lord I almost died,
But I'd spent so many years just waiting for a man that long,
That I grew strong, And I knew that I could take you on. . .

But there you are, Another lie,
I was ready for a big mac and you've bought me a French fry,
I should have known that it was bullsh*t, Just a sad pathetic dream,
Should have known there was no anaconda, lurking in those jeans.
Go on now go,
Walk out the door,
Don't you promise me 10 inches then turn up with only 4,
Weren't you a prat to think I wouldn't catch you out,
Don't you know we're only joking when we say size doesn't count.

I will survive, I will survive,
Cos as long as I have batteries,
My sex life is gonna thrive,
I will always have good sex with a handful of latex, I will survive,
I will survive. . hey . hey

It took all my self control not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little weiner standing tall and proud,
But to hell with all your ego's and to hell with all your needs,
Now I'm saving all my lovin for a cordless multispeed,
Go on now go, Just make a dash,
Last time I saw a prick that small i saw a toddler take a slash!
I should have asked for confirmation,
Should have asked for referees,
Then I wouldn't have you waving that wee winky thing at me.

Go on now go, just hit the track,
Don't you bring me home no tiddlers,
Cos I'll always throw them back,
The only thing that I could do with a prick as small as yours,
Is to stick it with a tooth pick and Dip it in tomato sauce.

Go on now go,
Get out of my sight,
I'm going back to my appliance,
Cos I know it's length is right,
And if I ever see your tiny tackle at my door,
You'll be counting up your inches as you pick them off the floor.

Go on now Go! etc

Right, I'm going to catch up on all the sleep I've been missing for a bit before I decide to go and try my hand at savoury pancakes! Happy Pancake Day! w00t!

Mon, 07 Feb 2005 11:13:44 GMT

Yesterday was 'day off from Gasping'. So what did Kat do?

She stayed at the Drama Studio from 11am until 12.30am painting and making props and sweeping and helping with the get in. Kat clearly has no sense of selfpreservation or her own welfare.

I covered myself in paint, always fun, and helped make the beautiful prototype Suck and Blow machine.

We all had Domino's pizza for lunch, yay us. That sated one of the food cravings I've had recently!!

At 6 I had to dash off and do Whorehouse auditions. At 7.50, I was finally doing my audition. Which was short and crap and badly run. [For that read, Kat sang 'You Can Always Count On Me' unaccompanied from the middle eight to the end, and then had to do Improv. Grr. Nicely narcissistic improv though. I had to give my case to the courts in my defence to prevent myself being jailed for streaking.
My defence went like this "Firstly, I'd just got out the bath to open the door to sign for a parcel from the postman. A dog ran past and stole my towel. What was I supposed to do? I had to chase the towel and the dog. Plus. Look at these legs. 44 inches from toe to hip, the world NEEDS to see these legs, it would be heresy to keep them from public view". Yes. My legs and I have a love affair at the moment.] Hey-ho!

Then back to the Drama Studio to help Nik focus the lights. And have Chinese. *grins* Yummy. So that was food craving number two sated! Two in one day, not bad, not bad at all.

And what's Kat doing today? Is it the work she has to do for her lecture tomorrow? No it is not.
It is, in fact, helping with Gasping all day and doing a tech tonight.

I'm really not going to make my lecture at 9 tomorrow, and I *have* to.

Ah well, it's production week. I have less of a life than normal, YAY!

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 22:47:35 GMT

There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes
A kind of pale jewel
Opened and closed within you eyes
I'll place the sky
Within your eyes

There's such a fooled heart
Beating so fast
In search of new dreams
A love that will last
Within your heart
I'll place the moon
Within your heart

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world fall down

It's falling
It's falling down
Falling in love

I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing a path
Between the stars
I'll lay my love
Between the stars

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down

It's falling
As the world falls down
It's falling
It's falling
It's falling
It's falling
Falling in love
It's falling

Yes. That song sort of sums up the multitude of reasons for adoring Mr. David Bowie, lord and master of the omnipresent crotch *sighs*

Sat, 05 Feb 2005 09:05:34 GMT

Guess what. Listening to the Tertiary Phase when suffering a little from the effects of alcohol [Shhhhhhhhhhhh no one tell my director! Last night was supposed to be 'get an early night and relax' night. I was led astray by the assistant director and male lead *nods earnestly*] causes Kat to believe she has inspiration and an ability to write slashfic.

Not terribly wonderful slashfic but hopefully it'll stave off snakey's craving for the pairing and maybe, just maybe, stop the incessant requests for more of it for at least......ohh....six or seven minutes. *grins*

Zaphod awoke with the mother and father of all headaches. And he rather suspected that he would be hearing the pitter patter of tiny headaches sooner rather than later.

He looked up.

There were stairs.

A lot of stairs.

More stairs than were necessary, useful or logically possible. He wondered if the MonkeyMan had messed about the improbability drive again.

He glanced sideways. Ah. Right.

A little knowledge, it is said, is a dangerous thing. Zaphod wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this new discovery.

Jareth regarded him slowly as he arched an eyebrow "Oh don't tell me truth hurts..." he rumbled low.

"No..." Zaphod conceded slowly. "I think it's more the fact that we drank enough pan galactic gargle blasters to floor a thirty ton mega elephant with bronchial pneumonia that hurts like hell..."

He sat up. And then wished he hadn't. He could cope with waking up next to Jareth. He could even cope with waking up next to a naked Jareth.

He was cool with that because he was, after all, a pretty amazing and hoopy frood. (And at least the cauterised part of his brain realised that a naked Jareth was probably the most beautiful thing in the universe next to his own carefully crafted ego.)

What he wasn't entirely sure he could cope with, as he winced with the air of one who suddenly remembers the night before, was the uncomfortable presence of that goblin fighting-mace.

Thu, 03 Feb 2005 11:43:49 GMT

So Kat decided to try and murder one of her friends last night.
In fact she tried to drown her.

My poor laptop was the victim of a careless action otherwise known as 'making myself more comfortable in bed'.
What happened was just this:
Laptop on floor next to bed. Kat snuggled in bed. Glass of water on bedside table. Kat turns over to hibernate. Kat's duvet catches glass. Kat hears thud of glass on foor. Kat swears black and blue and flies out of bed and has to call boyfriend back. The end. It's a mini adventure.

But she seems to be okay...*cuddles her* I think most of the water missed her and got the floor, and what little did get her, I mopped up immediately. And so, I feel that to make up for trying to end her days of service and beauty, she needs a name. So many of you lot have names for your computers, sarahofthedead has Gatsby [who is, by all accounts, the most beautiful computer in existence], pinkcolumbine has Lucinda, etc. etc. and I think my little beauty needs a name.

And so. Through boredom and procrastination of 'getting ready to go to a lecture', we bring you today's poll. Choose wisely, my friends, the fate of my little laptop rests in your paws.

View Poll: A rose by any other name...

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 23:44:44 GMT

There's a good reason I don't go to bed at 9.30 even when I need to get up ridiculously early to haul my cookies across town for lectures. And that's because I wake up a little over an hour later feeling like I've been asleep for hours, have a heart attack that it's morning and I'm running later, and think I've missed two very important phone calls.

Now of course I'm awake and grumpy *giggles*

ALSO. I've re-evaluated my declaration of the world's MOST TERRIFYING ADVERT.

No longer do I agree with Sarah that it's the advert of the dead girl against a tree and that horribly childlike voiceover of "If you hit me at 40 miles an hour, there's an 80% chance I'll die" which is horrifying [unless you're a sick twisted fuck like my darling love and find it funny.....why am I dating him?].....but that has lost the crown of most terrifying.

For some reason when I go to describe this next advert I find myself thinking of Xander's lines in Once More With Feeling when describing Sweet's effect on the world - "disturbing, and not the natural order of things [and do you think it'll happen again?]".
This advert has shaken my perception of the world, and to be honest I feel quite...'violated' by this advert [not really the word I want to use, but it's the only one I can think of].
This is a really strong reaction and it's going to seem SO stupid when I finally get round to saying what the advertisement is...but...to go from being asleep to seeing this has confused me and left me feeling very hurt and almost betrayed by life.

Some car company has decided that to advertise its product...it needs to use the clip of Gene Kelly's fantastic, classic and infamous dance sequence from Singing In The Rain. Fine. But they've doctored it to make it 'more hip'. Gene Kelly [obviously via a merged body double] now break dances his way through the song.

You're now all sitting there staring at the screen [if you've even bothered to stay with my rant this long] going "What? That's what Kat's going on about? Some stupid bit from a musical?" but I love that sequence. It's part of my youth, I grew up with Gene Kelly playing in puddles and to see someone now do *that* to it...Well it'd be like someone taking Mrs. Moss [my cuddly rabbit] and piercing her nose and putting her in a dominatrix outfit. [If any of you try it, you'll lose limbs].

I swear if anyone EVER does anything like that to the Somewhere Over the Rainbow sequence from The Wizard of Oz someone wil die. Infact, the entire advertising agency responsible would die. It's bad enough that other people do covers of it. Bad ones. All of them. *hisses at anyone who ever makes the mistake of covering the glory that is Judy Garland*

Let's Play $25,000 Pyramid!!!

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 21:18:41 GMT

♥ Have two 9am lectures two days running
♥ Have these lectures at the campus that's over 45 minutes bus ride away [+ a 15 minute or so walk]
♥ Have lectures where she knows NO ONE else in the class
♥ Have to do group coursework for all these modules
♥ Eat an entire cheesecake to make herself feel better
♥ Go to bed before 9.30pm

Yes that's right! The category you were guessing is THINGS KAT DOESN'T NEED TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLAESFJSIOFJSFMSDFMSKLFNOSIDFISDNFOMNDKLASBNDIUSHRSE FSEIFHSIDFfSHUIDFhpsdifhushfpcus

Which just about sums that up.

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 14:57:49 GMT

Gacked from stareyedhobbit

You scored as Fall. You are FALL. You appreciate all that you have, and are willing to share with others. You are a friend in the truest sense of the word, and can easily focus your attention on those who need you, placing yourself on the back burner. You make sure your responsibilites are met before you allow yourself \\\\\\\'free time\\\\\\\'.

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Fall

75%

Winter

65%

Summer

65%

Spring

60%

What Season Are You?
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Mon, 31 Jan 2005 14:16:49 GMT

Hmm words that sum up me:

Livid.
Tired.
Unappreciated.
Mentally exhausted.
Emo. [Because I refuse to use the other phrase]
Hungry.
Headachey.
Generally achey.
Ranty.
Narked off.
Busy.
Rushed.
Homicidal.

Sun, 30 Jan 2005 13:08:21 GMT

I am worth $1,954,254.00 on HumanForSale.com

Yes. I had to claim to live in Texas too cos...that's where my darling Kathy-wife lives so yes, clearly that's a sensible claim to make.

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 20:14:09 GMT

Yeah. Still not entirely sure how I feel about that photo.
Opinions?

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 19:42:51 GMT

So this morning began with Kirstie bounding into my room to watch One Tree Hill. Which was fun.

We then decided to have a fry-up before I had to have a meeting at 12. I started to help but realised it was getting too close to 12 and I needed to get dress and build myself a face, so I left the girls to it.

This was a mistake. Somehow they managed to set the bacon on fire. [I *think* Kirstie shut the grill door for a moment to check on the lower oven and forgot to open it again].

Sadly the fry-up was only just ready about 2 minutes before I was due to be at the meeting so mine had to be put under the grill whilst I went over to Aaron's flat.

This is one of the few times that I will ever actually physically be on time for a meeting. Which is fair enough since Aaron's flat is basically opposite mine. Got there. Apparently Aaron was still in bed as he opened his bedroom door in nothing but a towel. So that was interesting.

Meeting was....not too long but didn't seem to be quite as urgent as was purported.

Got back to my fry up which was by this time somewhat dry but still food and nice.

Then Kirstie decided we were going to tidy my room. So we did. And it's a lot better. Then Emma and Rosie phoned as they're back from Leamington and I went over to see them and Phil briefly before nipping into town. At this point Phil gave me my Christmas pressie of 'Dylan Moran - Monster' [YAY for the having of Dylan Moran now] which was very nice of him, thank you!!

Went into town. Spent money I didn't have - The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy Tertiary Phase CD, Young Frankenstein dvd and Stir Crazy dvd. Yes. Kat had a sudden comedy-craving and had to sate Gene-Wilder-love too.

Went for 'afternoon tea' (hah) with Kirstie and Lesley [and a friend of Lesley's that we bumped into in town] and had cream tea.... Although I wish cafes and restaurants would learn that it really can't be 'cream tea' without CLOTTED cream. That's the main point of the cream tea. Squirty cream really doesn't cut it.

Kat's conclusion of the day - Gene Wilder's pretty and yummy. Or was. Not so much now, but he's still lovesome.

I'm feeling somewhat disconnected and fuzzy again at the moment. I keep zoning out randomly and having trouble focusing [although I partially suspect that's actual physical trouble focusing cos my eyes are still trying to get used to the new stronger pretty glasses of sexy!intelligence]. Plus when I was out with Lesley and Kirstie, I sort of felt like a third wheel. Or fourth, technically, since we'd picked up Michelle by this point. Conversation was just floating around me and I dunno....just felt unnecessary.

Also, randomly got 'God Help the Outcasts' in my head earlier [the Hunchback of Notre Dame song]. Not sure why this is important....but it's one of those songs that makes me sort of wish I had some kind of religious faith. It's sort of a...selfish thing cos I'd like to have something there I can ascribe what's happening to... Strangely enough the other song that makes me feel like that is 'Pagan Ave Maria' from Notre Dame de Paris. Maybe I have an Esmeralda complex.