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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 19)

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DAY (technically night) FORTY-EIGHT . . . later on than my other entry today, obviously, or possibly into the very beginnings of DAY FORTY-NINE. I don’t have a watch.

Okay, so now I’m at this stupid night club.

It is very loud, and quite hot—as well as stuffy! Woo!—and just stupidly overpriced, especially for a place without Guinness on draft. Or coasters. Or, as far as I can tell, anywhere to sit OR stand that isn’t being occupied by at least two—and occasionally up to two dozen—aggressive idiots.

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 18)

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(Also Titled: The Ongoing Diary of Thppgrg, Goblin Minion)

DAY FORTY-EIGHT

So, the show is going . . . oddly.

The second and third nights of rehearsals were, if anything, a step up in the general-insanity department, and I sincerely expect tonight’s extra-long Saturday-evening session of blocking, line-reading, and screaming, explosion-filled hysterics to be downright, full-blown, abject madness.

Quite a few fights have broken out over how to do the ostrich-jousting sequence at the end of Act 1, in particular.

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 17)

Thppgrg(Also Titled: The Ongoing Diary of Thppgrg, Goblin Minion)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please scroll down a bit to where you see the Thppgrg tag. Click on it. Yeah, that’s right. Otherwise, if you missed part sixteen, you can just click here. (Art by Chris McFann.)

DAY FORTY-SIX

Wow. Interesting rehearsal last night. First official read-through of the completed script, first night of blocking and costume-fitting, first formal test of the pyrotechnics—of which there are MANY—and the first major nervous breakdown of a cast member. I assumed that was some sort of a record, but Kevin the Sorcerer/Choreographer-Chuul assures me that’s not the case.

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 16)

Thppgrg(Also Titled: The Ongoing Diary of Thppgrg, Goblin Minion)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please scroll down a bit to where you see the Thppgrg tag. Click on it. Yeah, that’s right. Otherwise, if you missed part fifteen, you can just click here. (Art by Chris McFann.)

DAY FORTY-FIVE

And with that, finally, it’s done. The stupid play . . . is complete. We got the bugger.

It took hours, and hours, and HOURS, and tears, and sweat, and blood, and cursing, and several bouts of rock-paper-scissors (including a round-robin tournament to settle an argument about the exact rules of rock-paper-scissors) and one semi-brief semi-hostage semi-crisis when Vladamir VanO’Shaughnessy Blah-blah-blah #3 freaked-the-hell-out from the stress of re-editing (for the 8th time) the mute yeti lab-assistant Nigel’s interpretive-dance soliloquy about the evils of gambling and horse theft in Act 2 . . . he was also, in his defense, using an old brain that once belonged to a large and angry hillbilly tap-dance instructor at the time—and he locked himself and Jimbo in the closet. Although, apparently, the involvement of Jimbo in the crisis was completely accidental. Also, it took twenty-three pots of coffee and a handful each of complete rewrites and powerful prescription amphetamines, along with cutting the entire script into strips and throwing it into the air and letting Princess Leafirellha reassemble it, twice, and all nine uses of quickened wish that Mr. Bliss had and some stealing from Wikipedia (that one was my idea), and—in the end—the assistance of Dead-Neck McGee the stupid cleric ghost in coming up with a catchy rhyme for the word “cromulance” during the reprise of the show’s opening number during the penultimate car-chase gun-fight in Act 3 . . . but the rock-opera romantic-comedy/mistaken-identity musical action/love-story extravaganza Margin of Errors: +/-L.OV[E] is finally finished.

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Oh, I’m Going to Get Killed Any Minute Now (Part 15)

Thppgrg(Also Titled: The Ongoing Diary of Thppgrg, Goblin Minion)

As ever, readers who are new to the diary, please scroll down a bit to where you see the Thppgrg tag. Click on it. Yeah, that’s right. Otherwise, if you missed part fourteen, you can just click here. (Art by Chris McFann.)

DAY FORTY-THREE

Best Monday EVER.

I mean, it was still pretty horrible, and full of stress and annoyances and existential malaise and one brief stabbing (not of me, thankfully!) and such-like, but it was without a doubt the very least-worst Monday I’ve ever had.

I could get used to this whole “management” thing.

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