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hathycolI am having the most surreal twenty-four hours of my entire existence.
So, basically, I am helping out ComedySoc(k) with an election campaign. I am helping out for the fairly specific purpose that The Dalek is running for Association President, and that Dalek is inflatable, belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stupidore and lives in my living room. He is currently living in ann_pan's house to be precise as she is co-ordinating the campaign whereas I sort of just turn up and join in the fun.
In all fairness, the campaign is utterly fair and open. The 250 candidate declaration involves phrases such as 'The Dalek has a high level of experience of being in charge, issuing firm but incredibly unfair commands' and so on and so forth. Alarmingly, the rest of the candidates are... ahem... less popular in many respects and there is a vague chance we might swing this thing.
Last night was the Association President hecklings, where basically you go along, they do a speech and then you harrass them for ten minutes. Well and good. After sitting through hours of boring sub-committee hecklings, we finally got onto the good stuff. The Dalek was put up on stage, did a speech (no, honestly) and then was asked various questions to which the responses varied from "SILENCE!" "YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!" "ALL INFERIOR BEINGS WILL BE EXTERMINATED!" (that one was in response to the NUS, I think) and so on and so forth.
It was really, really fucking bizarre. Good, but bizarre.
That ended, I went home, the rest of the in between hours proceeded normally. And then I spent two hours rehearsing a play involving a tin foil monster ("it's not made of tin foil, it's an aluminium-based gestalt entity"), Ovid (I'm Eurydice; I die and stay on stage being dead for far too long) and just general Doctor Who related madness.
... and my future in the next five days involve doing this play in front of real people (there's a copious amount of adlibbing), running around town and making people vote for The Dalek andloneraven is turning up to join the madness. The rest of today involves trying to do an essay and return to sanity via the methods of cleaning the house and making it acceptable for other human beings.
So, basically, I am helping out ComedySoc(k) with an election campaign. I am helping out for the fairly specific purpose that The Dalek is running for Association President, and that Dalek is inflatable, belongs to
stupidore and lives in my living room. He is currently living in ann_pan's house to be precise as she is co-ordinating the campaign whereas I sort of just turn up and join in the fun. In all fairness, the campaign is utterly fair and open. The 250 candidate declaration involves phrases such as 'The Dalek has a high level of experience of being in charge, issuing firm but incredibly unfair commands' and so on and so forth. Alarmingly, the rest of the candidates are... ahem... less popular in many respects and there is a vague chance we might swing this thing.
Last night was the Association President hecklings, where basically you go along, they do a speech and then you harrass them for ten minutes. Well and good. After sitting through hours of boring sub-committee hecklings, we finally got onto the good stuff. The Dalek was put up on stage, did a speech (no, honestly) and then was asked various questions to which the responses varied from "SILENCE!" "YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!" "ALL INFERIOR BEINGS WILL BE EXTERMINATED!" (that one was in response to the NUS, I think) and so on and so forth.
It was really, really fucking bizarre. Good, but bizarre.
That ended, I went home, the rest of the in between hours proceeded normally. And then I spent two hours rehearsing a play involving a tin foil monster ("it's not made of tin foil, it's an aluminium-based gestalt entity"), Ovid (I'm Eurydice; I die and stay on stage being dead for far too long) and just general Doctor Who related madness.
... and my future in the next five days involve doing this play in front of real people (there's a copious amount of adlibbing), running around town and making people vote for The Dalek and
loneraven is turning up to join the madness. The rest of today involves trying to do an essay and return to sanity via the methods of cleaning the house and making it acceptable for other human beings.
