Smiling at Strangers

{March 26, 2010}   Script Frenzy upcoming!

I’m back, and with a whole new level of disregard toward my supposed readers! According to my stats I do have consistent viewers, but none who will ever give me the time of day to write comments, so I currently feel a marvellous detachment that really gives me a new freedom in my prose. If I want to spout random words that I thought were funny in 8th grade, hey, I can do that!

“Nuts! LOL.” See? There. 13-year-old Tab would be laughing her head off. She still exists somewhere inside me. I feel I’ve just done her a favour.

Unfortunately for my adolescent self, today’s blog does have a topic… I still can’t seem to bring myself to write truly irrelevant posts. I’ll work on that. So, today’s topic I will open with this marvellous quote by Edgar Allan Poe: “Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them”. Isn’t that prime? I lol’d for realz, because that is exactly how I feel whenever I’m caught up in something: a book, piano, a video game, whatever. I do have those times when the insomnia catches up to me and I sloth around for days on end, getting up from bed at 5 in the evening only to eat and visit the bathroom, so I’m probably not entitled to this quote the way Poe was, but nevertheless I appreciate it greatly.

Actually, on second thought, even if I never slept I would probably not understand the quote the way Poe intended, anyway… something tells me his reasons for not sleeping were because demons spoke to him through dreams and he could hear disemboweled hearts beating when he closed his eyes.

Now, the relevance of this notion of loathing sleep pertains to… the upcoming event of Script Frenzy! For those of you don’t know what that is, as I didn’t a mere week ago, Script Frenzy is a sort of designation of the month of April to the gods of masochistic, tortured artists… in other words, attempting to write a hundred-page script within the month. ( Interested? Sign up at ) This shouldn’t actually be a huge deal to me, as I have *cough* written 2 award-winning plays in less time combined,  *swagger*, and wrote one “honourable mention” 30-page play in *ehem* a day. No big deal, no big deal. *preen* But all my former scripts have been for stage, and no longer than 30 pages. My project for SF is intended for the screen, which calls for a much different sort of plot development and presentation. Also, day-long spurts of inspiration are great when you can rattle off 50 000 words just like that, but those don’t exactly happen very regularly or predictably. My SF script is to be a regular, paced and dedicated project. At this point my characters are all blossoming in my head and plot details are smoothing themselves all the time, and I’m raring to start writing. I wish I could start tonight, but that would be cheating. So I soothe my itching fingers by blogging….

Let’s try for some more interaction from the invisible readers. What do you think of things like Script Frenzy and NaNoWriMo (the National Month of Writing…. More (I think that’s what it stands for, anyway))? Are you going to participate? Let me know the great plot ideas you’ve had circulating in your head your whole life, or that one character you can’t wait to bring to life! And if you’re participating in SF, send a message to username Tabiko! I’m so… so lonely… ;_;

"Shut up!... Shut up!"


I get that a pageant is something that is a whole lot more interesting to the competitors and their families and girls under the age of 12 than it is to…. everyone else. So I will keep this brief. And include a lot of pictures (ganked without permission off of facebook), because that’s always a sure-fire way of keeping attention.

This is just one of the many interesting pictures that came up when I googled "attention grabbing"

Attention kept? Good. So, as I ended my previous post with, I arrived at the Sandman at 2 in the morning, slept, got downstairs to the conference room on time, which was difficult, because the Sandman in Kelowna has a layout like… like… The Enterprise or something. It wasn’t just straight up-and-down like regular hotels; multiple staircases from the first floor led up to the third with no stops in-between; some staircases were hidden behind doors… I can’t even properly describe the confusion that was that hotel’s architecture. Oh yes, and it had no elevators.

It also lacked the convenience of teleporters.

So, 32 girls converged in the conference room, myself included, and we gabbed and introduced ourselves to each other and shared our platforms. Strangely enough, another contestant who was now from Williams Lake originally grew up in the same hometown as me, and we had even worked together in theatre for a year. I had always gotten the feeling she wasn’t too fond of me, and I worried that she would snub me at the competition, but luckily I was wrong there. In fact, I was quite struck by how nice everyone was; there were no catty attitudes or snobbery from anyone, at any point. It could all have been a facade, of course, but it was a very well-done and comforting facade, in that case. Anyway, I was sincere. I’m just a nice person.

On that first day, after we’d all become acquainted with each other, the work consisted of learning… well, watch the video on youtube of what I learned, if you’re interested. The model walk, stance, and turn, basically. Fun stuff. Impractical, but fun.

I know. I’ve never seen a sexier thumbnail either.

Then we had our interviews with the judges (where they did not ask me any of the questions I’d been told to prepare D:), we  in front of them in swimsuits and mine rode up my bum, and that ended the first day! The second day was basically a bit more dance rehearsal, and then hours and hours preparing for the show. It took so long due to the limited number of hair stylists and the extravagant demands of each contestant… those selfish jerks. (Mine was one of the most elaborate, haha. I didn’t want it to be! My stylist just misunderstood me.)

I am going to tell you right now that I single-handedly saved the dance, from backstage. It would have ended in confusion and muddlement and complete not-in-synch-ness were it not for me. I exaggerate 0%. We danced to Lady Gaga’s “Lovegame” (that’s family friendly for you >.>), and due to its repetition the choreographer didn’t seem to understand why we would never end on the same part in run-throughs of the dance. It was because he was simply going by the 1-2-3-4 beat and not paying enough attention to what part of the song it was. Namely, the exact moment where the discrepancy most commonly occurred was the last chorus before Gaga goes “I can see you staring there, from across the block, with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh!” Sometimes Shaun (choreographer) would cue us in on the first time the chorus came in there, and sometimes he would cue us in on the second repeat. And the reason this happened was right before that there was a transition, as a group of girls came onstage and took position, and this would take a varying amount of time. As luck would have it, I was in that group. Unluckily, though, I wasn’t the one leading that group. Anyway, this is a bit difficult to explain through writing, but the short and short of it was, I figured out that if we just delayed our coming onstage a tiny bit, we would have no choice but to wait to start dancing on the repeat of the chorus, and not the first time it happened (which would let us end on the proper time). So, I was backstage, and my group was there, all antsing to march onstage and do our stuff. So, performance night, the lead girl started marching to the stage too early…BUT. We were equipped with canes. Excellent props for my purposes. I whipped mine out in front of her and blocked her way, and went “NOT YET.” She fought me, because she though I was being a controlling, panicking Nazi in velvet, but by the time she had knocked my cane aside, we had delayed long enough anyway. And thus the dance went perfectly.

If anyone had just recognized that I had literally saved that show from being a humiliating disaster, I’m sure I would have gone on to nationals…. but never mind.

Right-o. Welp. Here’s some pictures. And by now, what with people in real life constantly asking me how the pageant went, I’m a little sick of it now, to tell the truth. Serves me right for taking so long to blog about it. So, pics and then it’s the end of the whole shebang.

The stunning girl in light blue? Yeah. She won. I can't even hate her for it, because she was one of my very favourites. She's hilarious.

Sadly, all the pictures taken of the dance are terrible quality. This one was the best. I black-and-whited it because, honestly, we were in top hats and canes. We needed black and white. Also, I am the one farthest right. My dress rules.

Group photo! The super-blonde in the front row was my other favourite other-contestant. 🙂

Alex and me...

And Mary and me!

et cetera