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A Stagehand and a Lighting Designer stood under the same falling
truss, and both were killed. They arrived heaven together (all
techies go to heaven...), and at the doorstep, St.Peter shaked
their hands and asked for their last wishes. The LD was the quickest
of the two, and said: " In all my life, I've always dreamt of
the complete darkness. Could you please turn off all the lights
for just one second?" St.Peter said that it might be difficult,
but he turned on his headset and asked God if he could take down
the grandmaster for a second. Fortunately, God was in the mood
that day, due to enough coffee at the light-console, so he tapped
the BO key. It went far beyond dark for a second, but when the
light turned back on, heaven was gone as the stagehand had changed
the scenery...
From: Gunner Kommisrud <gunnerk@stud.ntnu.no>
We recently did a production of GUYS & DOLLS. And our stage manager
called a wrong cue and the entire cast was leveled by the main
curtain. I was running rail at the time. SWEET JUSTICE
TY MALOY <maloy@carlnet.org>
Let's get our priorities straight around here: God said "Let there
be light."
---Light Guy
You want God to be heard?
---Sound Guy
Thomas F Szczesniak <thomasz@jeffnet.org>
1/3 of the way through the opening show, very softly, no emotion,
no
sarcasm, not sure which headset it came from. This comment is
sure to put
the Stage Manager in panic.
--- "uh-oh"
Thomas F Szczesniak <thomasz@jeffnet.org>
"There is a little pyro that goes off during the show. We'll let
you know
ahead of time. You're plenty far away from it."
---LD to newest truss spot operator
Thomas F Szczesniak <thomasz@jeffnet.org>
From: Jerry George <gdgeorg@bgnet.bgsu.edu>
If All the World's a stage, and all the people merely players...
...Who the ##^@(%^ has my script?