Dogboy & Justine rides again!

The Queens Players will be producing my Dogboy & Justine as part of Act Five: One Act Festival to perform this January! There will be a minimum of 5 performances of the show in a first round with the audience choices out of the twelve selected plays being extended for another week.

When I know more, you'll know more, but it'll be very nice to see this through someone else's eyes, since the only previous production of it I cast and directed myself.

Zurich, Tuesday morning

Hey folks. I can't really use LJ at work here, so I am posting via email, hence the weird formatting that I'll fix later.

I'm not wearing a tie with my suit today and it's driving me mad. Issues? Yes. In a suit here, I totally, totally pass whether I'm trying to or not. The main result of this seems to be that drivers are much shittier to me when I'm trying to cross the rather confusing streets here. No one starts driving again until I land on the other curb if I'm dressed like a girl. Like this? OMG, I'm running for my life.

Today is the first day it's been sunny here since I arrived. It doesn't, actually, make it more charming here, which isn't anything against Zurich or anything, the sunlight just seems sort of irrelevant to the winding streets and witches houses. I'm glad for the sun and the lack of rain though.

Last night I went shopping for various things to bring home for various folks. This included a dark chocolate bar with cherries and hot peppers and various chocolate filled with cherry or pear liquor. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. It is maybe not very exciting to describe. There were also little iced cakes at a chocolate shop, so I got some for Patty, because it's a Swordspoint thing and that's how we met.

I'm less annoyed by Zurich today, but that's mainly because apparently it only takes me 48 hours to become used to expecting every interaction to be somehow racist, rude or just seriously weird. Now that I'm expecting it, it's fine, for values of fine.

Last night, I went, as noted to a Migros, which was so much better than Coop. Those gluten-free croissants I bought? I didn't realize they were par-baked when I scarfed one last night. And I didn't care. Today heated in the work microwave they are awesome. I am not sure I'll manage to bring more than a few boxes (holding 3 each) home with me as I have no room in my luggage or carry-ons, and no, I am not buying another suitcase just to bring croissants I can eat back to the US, although now that I say it, it sounds less unreasonable than I'd expect. Anyway, the Migros also had boiled potatoes with butter. This turned out to be the first hot food I've seen here that I can eat without getting poisoned, so I bought the potatoes gratefully after pantomiming that no I did not want a slab of bacon fat the size of my head dropped on top of them! Not that I really object to bacon fat, but there's only so much cured meat I can take. Yeah, yeah, innuendo... fuck you too.

In other news, Patty and I's cruise documents came through last night. Our cruise will have THREE formal nights, and I am so excited. We need to choose our excursions and stuff when I get home. With any luck, she has managed to successfully install video chat, and we can
talk talk tonight.

I did not manage to do any ConSweet last night; I was tired and out of sorts. Same goes for The Wealthy and the Wolves and the virtual season. I am jet-lagged to hell, and I am hoping to be more productive on all fronts tonight. But jeez, people, I'm doing a lot of writing. I'm trying, very hard, not to feel bad about how behind on it all I feel, especially with a bunch of other ideas kicking around my head. But, nice to hear the play is being produced, and nice to have resolved the essay/copyright issue thing to, I think, everyone's satisfaction. I think this is like pothos without being sad... there's just so much to goddamn do!

Tonight I need to pack up all my stuff again as we transfer to Rapperswil tomorrow. I'll be back in Zurich again on Friday.

Zurich, Tuesday evening

I got a bit lost coming back to the hotel from the office tonight, but might sense of direction was good enough that I solved it on my own. The streets here are a bit like the West Village in NYC -- you think you're walking one way, and you're not. You can navigate by the church steeples (the way we used to with the WTC) if you can tell them apart. I just followed the various trolly lines.

Tonight's supermarket adventure involves getting little sacks of marzipan fruit super cheap, and trying to figure out my size and color in pantyhose here. I really should wear dresses for the conference days, even as I feel less dressed up in them and the whole thing is conflict-y in my head. So now I'm running a bath so I can shave my legs.

The hotel we're in is weird -- business, students with a bit of a budget, folks just checking in for the night for various more obvious than they think reasons (hello gay guy in elevator with toy bag!).

I'm still all about Waters of Mars, and it led to a wide-ranging "is anyone watching the show I think I'm watching" email exchange earlier today, that basically boiled down to: Sometimes death is an act of hope. That's right, I like the Whoniverse for all the shit people find bleak, not because I like bleak stuff, but because I just don't find it bleak. Or something. It makes me feel a bit as if I'm on another planet sometimes (although that could just be Zurich). ( Read more... )

Okay. Bath. Work. Writing. Sleep.