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Today I ran the Telecentre all day alone. I opened up and did all the little things John usually does and I reckon if I ever apply for a real job, my twelve months as a volunteer will look mighty good on my resume. Not that I will probaby ever want a real job. Unless of course I could be a researcher. I love research.
Today I printed my final drafts of my play for assessment. I will have a written assessment within 6 weeks from two professional theatre directors with industry experience in West Oz and Oz.
WA fucking HOOOO!!!!
And I typed and printed a table of metrical formation relating to my play.
a what?
yes, one of them.
Now, the song everyone can play on the guitar is on.
Smoke on Water.
I wonder if that's bong water?
oh and I'm in cahoots with a real Journalist with a REAL JOB on a real story. about real terrorists stealing real money from real people.
UNREAL!
September 22 2005, 16:02:05 UTC 6 years ago
There was a mansion that was a famous recording studio back in the day...a few places scattered here and there with some woods and a lakefront property. Like it says in the song, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention were in the best place on the lake. Someone there had fireworks, and was putting on a small display, when some asshat went and got a flare gun and shot it off. It landed on the wooden shingled roof; it was an old place, all wood, away from town, and it burned to the ground before the fire trucks got out to it. so they wrote whatbecame a hit song about it.
Mystery solved >;->
September 28 2005, 01:45:50 UTC 6 years ago
Thanks
I love this sort of info :+)