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Mental editing and the joys of the imagination
Ah, the joys of old Dr. Who episodes: RADA and RSC refugees making their rent in rubber monster-suits. Impeccable elocution and zippers up the back. It's one thing to display cosmic horror in front of a green-screen where there's eventually going to be a CGI Araknoid coming at you; but to convincingly show terror when confronted with what's obviously a guy rolling around in a spray-painted parachute? Now, that's acting! (And, that's the farthest thing I can get from the Civil War. Comfort-food for the brain.)
Recovering from Wednesday night class, complicated by a cold, and the to-and-fro of putting together a Family Easter Lunch; all I've really wanted to do for two days is sleep. Instead I've been ironing pink tablecloths and tracking down tiny little Easter-baskets for table-favors. We do what we have to do.
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