Well that worked like a charm...
So much for getting in the habit of writing every day.
I might reboot this in the near future, but my ever-growing list of unfinished web projects say not to put much hope in that.
So much for getting in the habit of writing every day.
...explaining the lack of updates. I started this blog on Monday. On Tuesday, we had our first production staff meeting for Five Women. It was then that I learned that the show is slated to open September 1st. That's two weeks from today. I got the final prop list tonight. Which is thankfully pared down from the excessively specific prop list in the script. Thankfully except for the fact that I've been gathering props based on that original prop list, so about half of what I've got isn't needed.
In a lot of ways, it doesn't really matter. I am speaking for no one but myself here. Not TAG. Not any of the theatres I've worked with. Not any newspapers, magazines, television stations or other media outlet. Well, except for this one blog of course. I guess I speak for it. If you really want to call a blog a "media outlet". Weirdo.
As to why I always use Pooga (as opposed to some other unique and better sounding name)... I dunno. It's an extension of myself. Pooga is my Kermit the Frog.
As to where it came from... The exact roots are a bit painful, but it's a mutation of a nickname given in cruelty during high school. My sophomore year, the senior class was reading a certain novel by William Golding. They also saw the movie adaptation, and noted a strong resemblance between myself and one of the main characters (hint: it wasn't Ralph or Jack).
Eventually, once it failed to provoke the desired indignant and flustered response from me, the seniors laid off chanting it whenever I'd walk by. Unfortunately by this time my own classmates had picked up on it. After that somewhere, it mutated to Pooga. Pooga came in handy in computer classes, where it gave birth to "Pooglian logic" (where the possible states are "true", "false", and "maybe").
In college, I temporarily lost track of Pooga. I didn't dislike the nickname anymore, but there really seemed to be no point in using it. Then a high school classmate transferred to UNL (the standard fallback school for anyone in my high school who couldn't hack it at a real college) and joined the campus Roleplaying group of which I was already a member. Suddenly I was Pooga to all my friends again. This time it stuck with me until I joined Prodigy.
While I'm rarely Pooga in real life anymore, online I've rarely been anything else. If you see a Pooga elsewhere, odds are good that it's me.
You know, no matter how many times I tell that story, it never gets interesting...
So... why Untagged, exactly? Well, if you're here, it's probably because someone in the Omaha theatre community has told you about this site. Probably me. Unless you're visiting this site six months from now, when word of mouth has made it successful beyond my wildest expectations, when everyone visits daily to find out the latest about what's going on in the Omaha theatre community (like I ever really know what's going on). Or maybe you're blog surfing or something. Whatever. You're here. You might as well find out where "here" is.