01/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 1991) Just a small grizzle to say that I spoke too soon. We lost yet another female cast member that evening (owing to tonsil removal). Although that particular run of bad luck seems to have dried up for the moment - maybe it does run in threes after all. Spare Time is still a speck on the horizon, however.
Here's a new cartoon!!!!!! Shock, horror!
Oh and by the way, this website will cease to exist when the visitor counter ticks over 2000. It will then procede to delete ALL FILES on the internet, before launching nuclear missiles and shifting decimal points in people's bank accounts. So let's party like the visitor counter is on 1999!
10/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2052)
The 2002 Capping Revue opens the day after tomorrow! How exciting! Especially since nobody - not even us directors - has seen the entire thing performed from start to end, yet. It's a battlefield out there, I tell ya. The troops are being slaughtered left right and center. Nick was the latest casualty, leaving the show to pursue some kind of order in his increasingly chaotic life (among the crappy stuff he has to deal with is the burning down of his flat's kitchen... bugger), but fortunately Brendon, AKA Albuquerque Jones, has stepped in to help us fill in the gaps. (-:
Props and costumes are still being located/constructed. Hilaire & I gathered the materials on Saturday, which took longer than expected so when it came to the construction phase we didn't knock off until about midnight. Note: "Paint on giant slabs of polystyrene" is the COOLEST art medium I've worked with since I discovered the superiority of fine-tipped pens to ballpoint pens. Pictures to come soon. Lines to be learned soon, too. Hopefully. This show is like the assignment that you leave until 2:45am on the day of the deadline before making a start on it... which, interestingly enough, is what I've just been doing now. (The time is now 6am!) Oh sure, I could've just got the sleep, precious sleep, that I need... but not at the risk of failing COSC230: Programming Languages (again). I just spent a hunjie on a big thick textbook for that subject the other day. But where was I?
Ah yes, ten points this week to Rhiannon, who seems to be not very stressed at all, for a co-director. Maybe she is used to those last-minute, 3am assignments...
13/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2065 Oi!!! Where'd they all go?!): (This is the day following the day after tomorrow)
The 2002 Capping Revue went astoundingly well for the first ever full tech run-through! Woohoo! There were, admittedly, a few hitches such as delayed sound, and pieces of the set falling over, but the audience liked it (and one helpful audience member even pushed one large piece of polystyrene up again when it fell on top of him). Audience comments afterwards included: "...the best comedy revue since OK Comedian [1999]..." "Really fresh!" "I was laughing uncontrollably" "That really long blackout was quite funny. Keep it in!" "Oh, the puns!" and so on. Then we all went off to the bar to get drunk, or in my case, get the taste of hair mousse out of my mouth. Yes, in the "The Slapsicks" sketch, when I got pied-in-the-face I inhaled a mouthful of mousse and had to swallow it. Nyummy. Mousse-y goodness: Part of your complete breakfast!
Here's a brand spanking new cartoon that I drew weeks ago: Commander Keen in the 22nd Century!
17/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2095) Back To Good Ol' Boring Again!
Pictures of the Capping Revue rocking people's worlds will be posted up here soon.
We made a nyummy profit on this show, even after all the fabric, paint, polystyrene, programs, alcohol, duct tape and hair mousse that the Comedy Club budget had to cover! Success!
Also to come soon, photos from the after-party. I think somebody took a photo of the astounding seven of us who managed to squeeze into the tiny glass shower in the bathroom (clothed, sorry). My wonderful cast bought me an inflatable cow with a puncture in its tail. No, I'm sure the puncture was there before I inflated it. Anyway, this is all just getting too dodgy to not have pictures to explain each isolated memory that is coming back to me, so I'll stop here and reveal more later.
Pack-out the next morning was fun - most people were tired and hung-over and didn't really want to have to dismantle and clean up the set/stage. I, on the other hand, was in that magical, magical place called Still Drunk The Next Morning, where one's perception of pain, lethargy and hunger is often reduced to almost pleasant levels. But what about Rhiannon? We decided that it would be best to leave her at home, dead to the world (so to speak). Ahhh, after-parties. The perfect way to end a show, and to start a week of studying for midyear exams.
18/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2100) Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas one and all!
It actually SNOWED here in Christchurch, last night! Woohoo! So the weather is keeping to the good old "snow in Christchurch every second year" pattern, but this year it was proper snow, that one can actually make snowmen (or in my case, snowslugs) out of!
And here are some highlights from the Capping Revue (in Crust-O-VisionTM!)
From Dawson's STILL Up Shit Creek
From the Land Transport Safety Authority Opera
And this link leads to a 750K animated GIF of the most random, most in-joke-y skit in the entire show:
Jar Jar Hoo Har. You have been warned.
More to come, later!
And what did Corey and I do on Friday? Why, we added some more stunt footage to the Grievous Bodily Harm TV archive, something that Corey, Javier and myself have been compiling since a month or so ago. This week's stunt: Film people's reactions to a Flasher(Corey)!
"Hello!"
"Over here!"
"Can the BNZ's security cameras see me?"
"Afternoon, Mister President." (Richard Neal, UCSA President!)
"Would you like some cream with your coffee?"
"HEY, EVERYBODY!"
As you can see, this was immense fun and we plan to do more flashery, so you'd better watch out. You'd better not cry. You'd better not pout I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is... oh, excuse me, there I go again, prematurely getting into that Yuletide spirit again...
24/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2143) Current mood: PMXT (Pre-midyear exam tension)!
Okay, you drooling mindless drones, those of you who remain senselssly loyal to this website like the lobotomised trogloditic molluscs that you are, (yes, both of you!) who haven't given up on visiting this website in disgust at the fact that I hardly ever update it with anything entertaining anymore, here's some more of the same bile from the fetid pustule that you've been blindly suckling on for the past month:
Animated morcels from what is arguably the Capping Revue's stoopidest (but still hilarious nonetheless) skit: The Slapsticks!
Let The Slapsticks Begin! - "Honey, I'm home!"
More Slapstickery! - Corey getting bumped, Amy getting clobbered, and Hilaire & me getting pied in the face.
Now eat your porridge and quit bugging me until my exams are over!
29/06/02: (Visitor Counter = 2186) Out of the examination-pan and into the fire!
Exams are over, tests are beginning. No, not THOSE kind of tests, I'm talking about the kind of tests that cruelly inflict inhumane suffering on innocent creatures by means of perverse torture: course assessment tests.
So, after my Programming Languages exam today, I went to see... Scooby Doo, the movie! Did it adapt well from the cartoon from days of olde? Did it live up to everything it should? Did it deliver?
Like, yes! And even when it didn't, it still, like, rocked! Like, I can tell the scriptwriters had fun with this one! And, like, here's my personally opinionated review of it, like, in the form of one of my patented Good, Bad and, like, Ugly rants.
