Things continued to go pretty well this week.
TV class has kept percolating along: I finished some loglines for Burn Notice, and I'll spend the coming week translating one of those loglines into a beat sheet. My scheme to record Micetro keeps on a-schemin' -- I did some more recording experiments, and ordered a USB mic (which should arrive by Monday).
I also went to the Hideout's 10-year-reunion show/party, which was honestly the most fun I've had in a long time.
There isn't much else to report. Writing those loglines took a lot of hours. I tried dropping by the ASG workgroup again, and watched some of the Hideout's four-day "Iron Improvisor" tournamnet.
And really, that's about it.
This coming week looks... um, daunting. By my reckoning, this week's TV-class homework will take over twenty hours -- and I've got this week's Sketchwar and Spanish entries on top of that. And of course, this winds up being a week when there's all sorts of fun stuff to do: it's my last chance to see Erin's show, the Fed is having a blues room, and I'm stopping by Micetro, casting permitting.
So I'm trying to pack about sixty hours of stuff into about fifty hours of time. (o_O.) Worse comes to worse, I'll take some time off on Monday.
Option B: no sleep.
The British term "fortnight" originally derives from Middle English "fourtene night", or "fourteen nights". In Shakespeare's day, English also had "se'nnight", or "seven nights", meaning "one week".
Mood: intimidated · Music: none