There but for the grace of ....
Jul. 15th, 2003 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tyggerjaiAs many of you know, geek is at least my second career - I was a ballroom dance teacher for a few years before that. Before *that* I was studying Drama/Dance at Deakin Uni (Rusden), and earning pocket money as a lighting tech (with some set design/construction thrown in). For those really interested, I went to Rusden after pretty much failing the first year of an Asian Studies degree at ANU.
I used to wonder sometimes, as one does, where I might have ended up had I been more serious about performing - had I had the necessary commitment, not to mention talent. But I no longer need to wonder! Last night, while waiting for The Sopranos, we caught the tail end of Micallef Tonight - some poxy Melbourne ripoff of the Vizard/Letterman style late shows. And there, in glorious colour, was one of the more talented, dedicated members of my class at Rusden. So now I know. Had I been truly committed, dedicated, and talented, I too may have ended up rolling around spastically on the floor in a flanelette jumpsuit for 20 seconds, pretending to be ecstatic about the idea of a full-body Enjo, all in the name of "humour".
As Uncle Monty should have said:
"It is the most shattering experience of a young man's life when he awakes and quite reasonably says to himself: [He puts his hand on his heart] I will never play The Full-body Enjo Man. When that moment comes, ones ambition ceases. Don't you agree?"
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I used to wonder sometimes, as one does, where I might have ended up had I been more serious about performing - had I had the necessary commitment, not to mention talent. But I no longer need to wonder! Last night, while waiting for The Sopranos, we caught the tail end of Micallef Tonight - some poxy Melbourne ripoff of the Vizard/Letterman style late shows. And there, in glorious colour, was one of the more talented, dedicated members of my class at Rusden. So now I know. Had I been truly committed, dedicated, and talented, I too may have ended up rolling around spastically on the floor in a flanelette jumpsuit for 20 seconds, pretending to be ecstatic about the idea of a full-body Enjo, all in the name of "humour".
As Uncle Monty should have said:
"It is the most shattering experience of a young man's life when he awakes and quite reasonably says to himself: [He puts his hand on his heart] I will never play The Full-body Enjo Man. When that moment comes, ones ambition ceases. Don't you agree?"
sol.
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