Allons!

Hey wait...what's wrong with this picture?

Hey wait…what’s wrong with this picture?

Go, go, go, Joseph. 

After a disastrous beginning to our final rehearsal last night, we’re ready to open. (I achieved critical mass once again. I gotta knock that off.)

We’re basically on schedule. It’s been a grueling rehearsal run, but as a cast member said on Facebook last night, it’s gone quite fast. Mid-January music rehearsals seem like a long, long time ago, though.

I remember thinking when I received my conductor’s score in the mail, “They’ll never learn all this music.” Well, they did, and now it’s time to put rubber to road.

Yikes, and it’s 6:05 a.m. Time for me to get ready to do the same.

See you on the other side of opening night. Oh, and happy Finkday – YAY!

Thursday shout-out

A big “dobrodošli doma!” to BFF Kay and Bob, who return from Slovenia today after spending three weeks reconnecting with family and friends in Bob’s ancestral homeland. We are looking forward to getting together with them when the dust settles to hear some great stories and see pictures. And Drago misses his parents, so it’ll be fun to see his reaction when Bob walks into the house. (Picture a white fluff ball, bouncing on a trampoline.)

Another shout goes to my partners in crime and fellow Finkites Stoney (stage director) and Greg (tech director), who have managed once again to both put up with my insanity and still do their jobs, without murderizing (or muzzling) me. Props! One more rehearsal tonight, then it’s on.

I wonder sometimes if my RtB fiends say to themselves, “ENOUGH already with the musical theater stuff.” I wouldn’t blame them. Still, it’s good for me to get it off my brain, and I thank you for your patience while it all clears out to make room for future nonsense.

OK, enough aimless rambling for one morning. There are notes and rhythms to kill.

Fink, doin’ work

The weirdest day. Ever.

This was my face yesterday.

Suffice it to say that Tuesday was bizarre in so many ways, it would take a long time to explain. I am sorry to be all “Vague-book” here, but that’s all I’ll say about it. J’ever have a day/experience that was so odd, it was all you could think about for awhile?

Strange days, fiends. Strange days. But last night’s rehearsal went quite well, all things considered, so I’m happy.

Anyway — something besides this show. Lessee here…

Take four minutes today (especially if you are — or you love — someone who is, say, over the age of 50). Yay. Go arts.

Well of course he does, dearie. 

I wonder how Bando is doing with preparations for her show. If she checks in today, I hope she’ll inform us.

How is your week going? Did you know it’s half over with? Yay. Go weeks.

And speaking of going — there’s a price to pay for hitting the snooze on your alarm, whether by accident (the first time) or on purpose (the next two times). Have a great Wemsday — see you on the other side!

FO

Hmmm.

Yesterday’s post was kind of snarkish, wasn’t it? I do apologize for that. Actually, I’m sorry there ever was a yesterday. That’s how bad it was.

Remember when I told you that last Saturday’s tech rehearsal was really pretty smooth, and that there were no major gaffes? And remember when I said that we thought that was a very, very bad thing?

We were right. It all fell apart last night, and nuclear fission was achieved (by me this time). But that’s part of it, ja? Can’t hit ’em all out of the park. They will be ready by Friday night. Regardless, I think they’ll give it everything they have, and we respect them for it.

Tonight is going to be, well, fun. We have three newspaper photographers coming, as well as many parent photographers. Oh, and the pit will be there for the first time as well. Just a big fat ol’ party. Why don’t you stop in as well? But please bring cookies.

Vamos…

OK, one more time.

Fine. Tell me I’m a pretentious prig; I won’t care. Tell me I worry about unimportant things. I will block you — with a shillelagh. Or better yet…with the Grammar Hammer®. Heh.

LESS vs. FEWER

Yesterday, someone posted this graphic on Facebook:

No, no, no. I don’t care if it *is* an Irish blessing. Bless the Irish lad who coined that phrase, but it’s wrong.

You can have less trouble, but troubles are individual things that can be counted. So while I may have less trouble in my life by not posting about fewer vs. less, I would have fewer troubles if people would just memorize the difference.

If you take away one of the three pears in my refrigerator, I would have fewer pears to eat — not less pears. I would have less fruit to eat, but fewer pears. You see, “fruit” is a mass noun, or something you really can’t count individually. Alternately, “pear” is a counting noun. You can pick ’em up and count ’em, one by one. Therefore:

Mass noun = use “less”
Counting noun = use “fewer”

One cannot have less pianos in the house. One can have less music, mind you. If there are fewer pianos (things you can count), there might be fewer songs (also things you can count), resulting in less music (mass noun; can’t be counted) — unless, of course, you are a pretentious prig of a different color, and you actually say idiotic words like “musics” and “musicking,” which will send me off into another deranged tirade for which I haven’t the time this morning.

Are we good? Good.

*straightening skirt*

Is it production week? Why yes, I believe it is. And here I am, already in need of a time-out and a nap. Cruel world! Cruel.

:P