Why am I doing this again?

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[jomar]

Break a leg.

 

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[voluptuary_manque]

It must be a virus or something that has gotten clear to the Left Coast. I pulled out a little minx from the glee club, reamed her a new one, and advised the sponsers that she needs to 'turn in her shirt'. Self-centered little bitch!

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Thank you. Just needed to vent and I cannot physically harm any of the cast and crew.

You can. You just need to be sneaky about it

 

[midwestyankee]

Thank you.

My two younger ones were in every show available to them during middle school and I never quite understood how the director (she ran two big shows each year: one Shakespeare and one musical) survived with her sanity intact.

Maybe she did a venting like this every now and again.

{{{SSS}}}

 

[jomar]

I just might. Have a couple of kids in mind.

(Thank you - made me grin.)

I had no doubt you'd get it.

 

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[midwestyankee]

Nahh.

They know I'm all talk anyway. Especially when I threaten 'em with a bazooka.

Yep. These days even a seventh grader can see through that little ruse. Television ruins everything.

 

[TE999]

God damnned son of a bitch stupid fucking immature little shits who should damn well know better and if I ever catch the group of you dicking around backstage like you did today you will never approach a set for the remainder of your time at this school. I'm already planning on not casting some of you in the next production.

Why would you think it would be permissible to give piggy back rides backstage?

Why would you believe it necessary to flirt and tickle the sound man, thus causing him to miss his fucking cues?

Props? Props? Do you think it's acceptable to pantomime actions on stage without props because you were too careless to find it before your stage cue? If you don't have your prop you'd better ad lib it, baby. No make believes on this show unless I planned it that way.

Lines? Don't ask for lines. There is no help for lines at this late date. If you're lost it's time to start thinking pretty damn hard. And thank you, those of you who've begun to help cover for the few people who still fuck up.

Would it be entirely possible to match the sound cue with the piano playing itself? Can we not make that connection?

Isn't it also possible to make the spiders climb the walls without pulling them across the top of the flat? Careless, careless.

Fog man - must you asphyxiate the entire cast and crew?

Chase scene? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, don't get me started. Know the route. KNOW the route. If you make up something else and go the wrong way you're going to fuck up the entire scene.

And why are you all so shocked I ripped the entire cast and crew today?

It is a very good thing that tomorrow is Halloween, no scheduled practice. I would probably make you run laps around the fucking school rather than allow you to act on stage.

And someone borrowed my damn pen and didn't return it.





Thank you. Just needed to vent and I cannot physically harm any of the cast and crew.

"Sarahh...you need to let it all out...tell us how you really feel...unburden yourself"
(Dr. Phil voice)

 

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[Lisa Denton]

God damnned son of a bitch stupid fucking immature little shits who should damn well know better

Geez, sorry.

 

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[midwestyankee]

It is funny, though, once I'm on a rant, how they get this subtle look of terror in their eyes.

The intelligent ones understand just how far I can be pushed. The idiots continue being idiots and then I rain toads on them.

Do you hire out with that toads thing? There's a political campaign or two where I'd like to have you visit.

 

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[TE999]

Dr. Phil can shove his microphone up his ass.

"Now that's what I mean. Now we're making progress."
(Dr. Phil again)

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Most of mine find the threat of bloody demise endearing. The worse things I threaten them with, the funnier they think I am and the better they like me. Children!

 

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[glynndah]

Nahh.

They know I'm all talk anyway. Especially when I threaten 'em with a bazooka.

Oh, but that sweet pink stuff can be quite effective if you chew it just enough and "accidentally" flick it into the little darlings' hair.

 

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[voluptuary_manque]

I have three yardsticks in the marker tray on the white board that I regularly grab and hold like a samurai sword or, worse yet, offer to hand to the kid who sits next to the particular PIA. It gets things back on track after the laughter dies down.

 

[slyc_willie]

Thing is, if there was no hope, if they didn't have the skills to make this happen, then I wouldn't be kicking their butts so hard.

Little idiots.

Twenty years later . . . .

"Holy shit! Now I know why she was such a bitch! Now, where's my Oscar acceptance speech?"