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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Even more of 2009
Remember when I said that I'd post what else we did last year?
Let's see...
Britney and I recorded 120.2 Brit and Chan Love Soup, a "radio station" that is not broadcast to anywhere, on the Audacity program on my computer. It was criticized by Dad: "It has blue waves and blue is... bad." Britney also recorded "It's a Broken Record" on it. (well we call it that but it's actually called something else I just can't remember what)
"Hello, world! We are great, aren't we? Yeah."
"We are great. And I think you're speaking too loudly. Look at the waves."
We filmed Kids vs. Wild in the campsite, which is a semi-clearing with a small stream running through it, in the woods at our house, with me as camera person.The boys took one side of the river (called Overwood) and the girls took the other side (called Underwood). We built shelters (the one in Underwood is still standing) and then filmed how to survive in the woods. Then we decided to film how to deal with somebody who has passed out. I decided to be the volunteer, while Emily who took over as camera person. Jake had the bright idea to fill up an empty soda bottle and pour water on me. I do not like getting wet. So I went into "kill the Jacob" mode. Keilee and Britney had to keep me from carrying out the task.
"We shall survive in this forest with only a camera..."
"And a journal!"
"Yes, and a journal."
"AND A BUCKET!"
"Yes, Emily. And a bucket."
That's all I can think of right now.
Let's see...
Britney and I recorded 120.2 Brit and Chan Love Soup, a "radio station" that is not broadcast to anywhere, on the Audacity program on my computer. It was criticized by Dad: "It has blue waves and blue is... bad." Britney also recorded "It's a Broken Record" on it. (well we call it that but it's actually called something else I just can't remember what)
"Hello, world! We are great, aren't we? Yeah."
"We are great. And I think you're speaking too loudly. Look at the waves."
We filmed Kids vs. Wild in the campsite, which is a semi-clearing with a small stream running through it, in the woods at our house, with me as camera person.The boys took one side of the river (called Overwood) and the girls took the other side (called Underwood). We built shelters (the one in Underwood is still standing) and then filmed how to survive in the woods. Then we decided to film how to deal with somebody who has passed out. I decided to be the volunteer, while Emily who took over as camera person. Jake had the bright idea to fill up an empty soda bottle and pour water on me. I do not like getting wet. So I went into "kill the Jacob" mode. Keilee and Britney had to keep me from carrying out the task.
"We shall survive in this forest with only a camera..."
"And a journal!"
"Yes, and a journal."
"AND A BUCKET!"
"Yes, Emily. And a bucket."
That's all I can think of right now.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wizard of Oz
We (Jake, Dad, myself) auditioned for The Wizard of Oz today at the Fantasy Playhouse in Huntsville. The play's going to be directed by one of Dad's co-workers, Bill. Well, two days ago, Bill was saying that nobody was going to show up...
The turnout of people who auditioned for The Wizard of Oz was a record for the Fantasy Playhouse: more than 240 people. And the Playhouse has been doing plays for more than 50 years.
But there's one downside to that amount of people.
5 hours.
5 HOURS.
That's how long it took to audition. Here's what we did:
First, we went to the wrong theater. Then we found the right theater. Then we had to get through a line of people to get the form things. Then we
filled out the forms, turned them in, got a monologue (a page or paragraph of something you're supposed to say that has nothing to do with the play at all but apparently is quite important for tryouts) got a number (they called us by number when it was our turn to read the monologue) went into this room full of chairs and people, waited, waited, waited some more, waited, waited, and FINALLY, we got to read the monologue.
The thing about monologues is that they're given to you at your age level, only they're entirely random so you can't really choose what you get. The monologues you could get for this audition (by listening the other people read theirs)
ages 4-9- Something from Dr. Suess
Ages 10-14- Something from Charlie Brown (I got Peppermint Patty) or from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Ages 15-I dunno- Begging your parent to either let you have your own room or stay up late to watch something on TV, or an excuse for why you were late for school or a rant about how you get blamed for everything your sister does
Then, after we read the monologue, we had to wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and WAIT...
Repeat fifty times...
and WAIT and then they figured out who would be who (after an hour) and then, if you were something like a Munchkin or a Flying Monkey or someone in a group, they'd call the names of you and everyone else in your group and they'd take you into this room and tell you and everyone else in your group what part you got.
Guess what I am?
I'm a flower. Along with about seven other girls around 6-9 who were very excited that they got to be in the play (honestly so was I), with the exception of two girls who wanted to be Munchkins, but they were told that if they wanted to try to be someone else, they'd lose the chance they'd definitely be in the play, so they decided "nah, I'll be a flower". They didn't sound too pleased about it.
I'm also in the chorus line as a tree, since I'm much taller than the other flowers.
Jake should get a call this week about his role.
:-)
The thing about monologues is that they're given to you at your age level, only they're entirely random so you can't really choose what you get. The monologues you could get for this audition (by listening the other people read theirs)
ages 4-9- Something from Dr. Suess
Ages 10-14- Something from Charlie Brown (I got Peppermint Patty) or from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Ages 15-I dunno- Begging your parent to either let you have your own room or stay up late to watch something on TV, or an excuse for why you were late for school or a rant about how you get blamed for everything your sister does
Then, after we read the monologue, we had to wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and wait...
and WAIT...
Repeat fifty times...
and WAIT and then they figured out who would be who (after an hour) and then, if you were something like a Munchkin or a Flying Monkey or someone in a group, they'd call the names of you and everyone else in your group and they'd take you into this room and tell you and everyone else in your group what part you got.
Guess what I am?
I'm a flower. Along with about seven other girls around 6-9 who were very excited that they got to be in the play (honestly so was I), with the exception of two girls who wanted to be Munchkins, but they were told that if they wanted to try to be someone else, they'd lose the chance they'd definitely be in the play, so they decided "nah, I'll be a flower". They didn't sound too pleased about it.
I'm also in the chorus line as a tree, since I'm much taller than the other flowers.
Jake should get a call this week about his role.
:-)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Yay Mr. Zoogles!
This post is written in honor of the adoption of Mr. Zoogles the Googles (aka a white platypus duck that does not exist) onto the Webkinz World!
Mr. Zoogles is owned by Burdle, and was adopted about a week ago, but since the internet is so stubborn I couldn't get the website to work until today.Contrary to (possibly) popular belief, a Googles does not move like an inchworm; rather, it waddles around on its back flippers like its given up on life. It can wear shirts though the sleeves have to be cut off due to a lack of arms.
A word from Mr. Zoogles:
wwqswes3weedewdreerrre4re4wrrerfrfre44rtgtfgthghytyhg
Mr. Zoogles is owned by Burdle, and was adopted about a week ago, but since the internet is so stubborn I couldn't get the website to work until today.Contrary to (possibly) popular belief, a Googles does not move like an inchworm; rather, it waddles around on its back flippers like its given up on life. It can wear shirts though the sleeves have to be cut off due to a lack of arms.
A word from Mr. Zoogles:
wwqswes3weedewdreerrre4re4wrrerfrfre44rtgtfgthghytyhg
Monday, January 18, 2010
Another list of random things
Have you ever...
Drawn on a mirror with crayons
Been able to understand what Burdle's saying
Found something when you needed to
Gotten something to work by poking it
Gotten something to work by doing everything that should have broken it
Gotten something to work in the first place
Completed the entire Failblog in less than a week
Done anything in the 101 Things to do Before You're Old and Boring book
Heard the same song on the radio more than three times in the same day
Drawn on a mirror with crayons
Been able to understand what Burdle's saying
Found something when you needed to
Gotten something to work by poking it
Gotten something to work by doing everything that should have broken it
Gotten something to work in the first place
Completed the entire Failblog in less than a week
Done anything in the 101 Things to do Before You're Old and Boring book
Heard the same song on the radio more than three times in the same day
Friday, January 15, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Pain, despair, and freezing agony
It's cold.
It's cold outside, colder in the house, coldest in the kitchen, frigid on the back porch (we moved the Guinea pigs to my room so they won't become Pigsicles), and the thermometer says it's 40 degrees.
There's still snow because the weatherman said it was going to stop snowing... some time day before yesterday. But it didn't. It snowed until really early this morning. You'd think there would be fifty feet of snow and we'd be making little igloos, but all there is is about one inch.
Tomorrow I think I won't get out of bed.
It's cold outside, colder in the house, coldest in the kitchen, frigid on the back porch (we moved the Guinea pigs to my room so they won't become Pigsicles), and the thermometer says it's 40 degrees.
There's still snow because the weatherman said it was going to stop snowing... some time day before yesterday. But it didn't. It snowed until really early this morning. You'd think there would be fifty feet of snow and we'd be making little igloos, but all there is is about one inch.
Tomorrow I think I won't get out of bed.
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