WR #6 and #7 [TJC, LS, JL, EW]

aw jeez, i forgot to post last week's. I'm posting both here so as not to spam the blag. feel free to do them separately.

last week: (#6)

The low, droning buzz of the ClearComm system in my right ear is omnipresent and extremely annoying. I remove the headset because I don’t get cues anyway, opting to control the goings-on backstage under my own power. The actors have already begun to annoy me. They have left plastic water bottles and costumes all over my scenery, like they always do. In vain have I demanded that they find other venues on which to store their sundries, so I toss their belongings into the back hallway with impunity. I need to clear the scenery off for the next shift, anyways. It’s the church. The benches are ready. I give my run crew the signal, and they begin rolling the choir loft into the wings. We direct it carefully so we don’t run into any other scenery. All of the scenery is under my control. Back here, my word is law. The humble scenery is my domain. The curtain falls.

This week: (#7)

In my 4th grade math class at Gilmour Academy, we would often boot up the antique Apple III computers in the back of the room to distract us from the evil Mrs. Pelot’s attempts to teach us our four mathematical operations. They were standard early-nineties fare—beige bodies, gray 76-key keyboards and 4-bit graphics with attached 5 ¼ inch floppy drives. We would sit in the back of the room, crowding around the 3 cathode-ray tube monitors, gleefully playing Number Munchers. Even as 9-year olds in 2001, it seemed ridiculous and comical to us to try and use these 16-color behemoths that went obsolete before we were even imagined. Even then, we mostly had access to computers that were 256 times as powerful. Windows XP Had just been released, a key moment in the computer industry, and walking into our math room was like taking a step back in time to the early 1980s.