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Farewell, Pluto
Aug. 24th, 2006 09:07 pmBy now you'll probably have heard that Pluto is no longer a planet & we now officially only have eight planets. Consider this a farewell to the little iceball.
I, however, cannot give that farewell quite as poetically or brilliantly as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quirkybird. Dylan wrote a poem--a genius poem, as is her wont: An Ode to Pluto, Upon Its Demotion From Planethood.
In other news, my brain was eaten alive by kids today. One of our girls (the handful I mentioned earlier) is only seven & a half, quite younger than even the next youngest of the group. She's terribly intelligent but she's not quite old enough to have the people smarts for this age group, & everyone else is terrifically frustrated by her, & they're upset, & she's upset. & I'm upset because I feel sorry for her, since they're all being short tempered & mean, & I feel sorry for the ones that do have legitimate frustrations (some of them are being needlessly mean, but some are really trying to get her to pay attention & wait for her cue, & they want to make the play as good as they can, so they're frustrated when she's not working they way they see as right. For that matter, so is she--she can be quite bossy at times, which doesn't help any). It's not a happy situation, in any case. Still, besides the short tempers (which I feel would flare up with any group of kids stuck together for seven hours straight four days in a row), the show's doing rather well. Some of these kids are going to be quite amazing in a few years.
Amanda & I have been trading wearing this incredible dark blue tailcoat we found backstage (originally because we were freezingly cold, now because it's really nifty). It looks better on her, though. I've found my next-next project: after making a Renfaire bodice that actually fits me, I'm making a proper Darcy-esque tailcoat, preferably in velvet. Mm, yes please.
I, however, cannot give that farewell quite as poetically or brilliantly as
quirkybird. Dylan wrote a poem--a genius poem, as is her wont: An Ode to Pluto, Upon Its Demotion From Planethood. In other news, my brain was eaten alive by kids today. One of our girls (the handful I mentioned earlier) is only seven & a half, quite younger than even the next youngest of the group. She's terribly intelligent but she's not quite old enough to have the people smarts for this age group, & everyone else is terrifically frustrated by her, & they're upset, & she's upset. & I'm upset because I feel sorry for her, since they're all being short tempered & mean, & I feel sorry for the ones that do have legitimate frustrations (some of them are being needlessly mean, but some are really trying to get her to pay attention & wait for her cue, & they want to make the play as good as they can, so they're frustrated when she's not working they way they see as right. For that matter, so is she--she can be quite bossy at times, which doesn't help any). It's not a happy situation, in any case. Still, besides the short tempers (which I feel would flare up with any group of kids stuck together for seven hours straight four days in a row), the show's doing rather well. Some of these kids are going to be quite amazing in a few years.
Amanda & I have been trading wearing this incredible dark blue tailcoat we found backstage (originally because we were freezingly cold, now because it's really nifty). It looks better on her, though. I've found my next-next project: after making a Renfaire bodice that actually fits me, I'm making a proper Darcy-esque tailcoat, preferably in velvet. Mm, yes please.
