Hi again Everybody!
First off, thanks for all your wonderful words of encouragement! Although, officially, I must respond by saying something like, I haven't the slightest idea what any of you are talking about. I have neither confirmed nor denied any new information as of late.
Regarding the pending stick-figure allegory: Because I own a positively Jurassic MacBook that has, in its comedic slowness and incompetence, undermined all of my technological undertakings since sophomore year of college, my Photoshop doodlings have taken longer than I expected (each time I try to save a new frame the darn program quits on me). I could say more, but if this post were merely comprised of unrelated, tangential information, I would continue by telling you about how I just ate couscous with raisins while watching Zach Galifianakis clips. And then where would we be? The point is: stick figure adventure still in the works.
In the meantime, how about some Diversionary Q&A?
Q: Hey, Fel, if there were a parallel universe in which you were the new Elphaba Standby, when would you be making the parallel-universe switch to from parallel-universe ensemble to parallel-universe standby?
A: What a preposterous query! I will, momentarily, indulge in this outrageousness: if this parallel universe happened to adhere to the Gregorian Calendar, I suspect I would become the new Elphaba Standby around March 30. And everyone would be upside-down and weightless, because that's what happens in parallel universes.
Q: Hey, Fel, how did you get your Equity Card? [submitted by Alethea]
A: I got my Equity Card through WICKED! Before starting my job here in San Francisco I was a veritable theatrical fetus, stewing around in the career-equivalent of amnio fluids, without an umbilical cord. But now I am Equity! Yay.
Q: Hey, Fel, do you have any idea what brand of boots Elphaba wears with the Shiz costume? [submitted by Jessica]
A: This answer shall, in a future post, beget a much longer discussion, but for now I will say: all of the shoes in WICKED are custom-made to each actor's feets. But I can, like, sell you my boots if you want. Just kidding. Sort of. (Meet me at the stage door tomorrow night; bring cash and gummy worms.)
That's all for now! More soon!
Ever faithfully yours,