there is no escaping the past

It's been a week since seeing Cursed Child with fh14. I've spent a lot of that time thinking that I needed to post something, blog about the trip, tweet, instagram some moments, something. But somehow I kept just not quite knowing what to say. Now I'm back from the trip, I miss fh14 and snakeslide desperately, and I'm beyond exhausted. The fridge is making weird noises again and it took less than a quarter of a day for my downstairs neighbour to convince me to make formal moving plans. Being away in someone else's house spoiled me, it seems?

The rest of this post is just going to be me babbling incoherently about Cursed Child, your mileage may vary.

So, in no particular order (and with spoilers):
A significant part of enjoying this play is in actually seeing it, reading the script won't get you all the way there, it's very dependent upon the cast, the crew, and the staging. The actress who plays Hermione is great. There were at least two special effects that I can't figure out and don't want to figure out how they accomplished, one where the characters get sucked into a phone booth. Moaning Myrtle was entirely perfect, which I can't seem to say enough, and at least one reason why I personally liked Part One more than Part Two - one hundred percent more Myrtle. Delphini is also great, and I feel that that strongly depends on the actress more than the role. The production values were amazing, but perhaps slightly less precise in Part Two than Part One. At one point there were dementors in the audience, at another there was what appeared to be blacklight writing on every surface in the theatre, and in a moment toward the end that made much of the theatre sit up straight, Voldemort walked up the center aisle. I loved Scorpius, and all the parts where this story was Scorpius' and Albus' story. I tensed when Dumbledore's portrait had something to say, but I'm fairly sure that just has to do with my personal feelings about Albus Dumbledore, not his role in the play. The cast as a whole was fantastic, but there were certain people who stood out because they did something different than expected, like with Scorpius, or because they communicated volumes with a gesture, like with Ginny. Plenty was done while a character said nothing at all. As previously stated, a lot of enjoying the material is in actually seeing it live, and there is also something to be said for the audience you see it with. It's the experience of the thing, not just the thing itself.

I don't currently have any particularly original thoughts on all this, and what I have written down here is mostly half-factual babble, but it's what I have at the moment. I really, really liked the play and I'm more than a tiny bit sad that fh14 is going to see it again without me.

Not bad for someone who was maybe a little lukewarm on the topic when it was suggested, eh?

petty little grudges

So, on the trip up, they lost my suitcase. This caused a number of problems, and one very odd consequence in the form of us collectively having to thank my father. Mostly, what was in the bag were clothes, many of them brand new, and a couple pieces of replaceable jewellery, but I did lose one very important flash drive, and the SD card I work from. That led to being thankful for Google Docs, which I cannot let stand, so as of January it's been decided I'm signing up for Dropbox Plus.

Here and now, though, I came back to a wall of stress, an appointment I couldn't reschedule, and feelings.

Instead of dealing with any of that, though, I've drabbled a short petopher thing, and now I've circled back to Stiles and Peter, and the possibilities there. Yay for avoidance! (And fic.)