🚀 go-pugleaf

Hmm... Well, when I was in high school I worked on a few productions in the
backstage... All of us wore matching T-shirts, at least until the high
school chicano gang decided we were muscling into their turf... (Of course,
the gang also went after the band, too... There weren't many rival gangs to
terrorize at my high school...). 

Couple of pranks, more than anecdotes. One day we tied one of our fellow
stage crew onto a bar and flew him into the light rigging just before
lunch... He was still up there, hoarse, when we came back, too... Another
one of our wonderful crew had this habit of moving curtains and flies by
climbing the ropes and unlocking them with his feet to use his weight to 
move them quicker. Imagine his suprise when he didn't notice that somebody
had removed all of the counterweights prior to a dress rehearsal. he got a
GOOD view of the ceiling. Of course, it took 6 people an hour and a half to
get that turkey back into the roof and weighted again, but it was worth
it...

chuq (the 43'rd time you do South Pacific, you tend to get into
mischief...)
-- 
From the center of a Plaid pentagram:		Chuq Von Rospach
{cbosgd,decwrl,fortune,hplabs,ihnp4,seismo}!nsc!chuqui  nsc!chuqui@decwrl.ARPA

  ~But you know, monsieur, that as long as she wears the claw of the dragon
  upon her breast you can do nothing-- her soul belongs to me!~