So, as some of you know, for me, Tuesday nights are a bit of a mystery. Typically, Tuesdays are spent playing Legos and board games with my son. However, last night was a rare exception. A late-running Cub Scout sign-up meeting, combined with having to be into work early today made it so that I could experience a Tuesday night out.
Was lucky enough to see some great shows, Cook County Social Club, Babymakers, 21st Century Men, Black Ted Williams, and Gingersnaps.
I laughed so hard last night, I actually cried...and ran the risk of literally wetting my pants. (I HAD to go...but I couldn't justify missing a CCSC scene. Couldn't do it. Glad I didn't. Also glad I was able to keep the whole situation under control...)
Another high point in the night included my ability...for only the second and third times in my life...to tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue. (It's the simple things that really make my life complete, ya know?)
Tonight, I'm going to catch the free show at 8pm, followed by the upstairs show at 10:30. Then class both Thursday and Friday, and hopefully taking my son to Storytown Saturday morning.
Oh, and OF COURSE...the Jam on Friday. Can't forget the Jam.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
reasons why
I always find it really interesting to hear what made people decide to do improv.
I know, for me, it was always something that intrigued me. But I never had the time or the money to do it until this past January. And then, after a few classes, I realized it meant more to me than I had previously thought.
Just this week I asked a good friend about his journey. Same thing...always wanted to do it, never really had the means...then, after a seemingly terrible run with luck, it just happened for him. It was really interesting...I mean, it was a sad story, but I think it has a happy ending. The guy's a great improviser.
I also met someone who recently moved to Chicago for the sole purpose of improv. His excitement was so awesome to see...I mean, as a fresh improviser myself, I can completely relate. (That whole "honeymoon phase" thing I talked about last post.)
Anyhow, tonight is my second Level 1 class at iO. Super excited. Then I'm hoping to hit Improvised Shakespeare at 10:30, followed by the Jam.
I have been so hungry for this ALL WEEK.
Speaking of hungry...check out the size of this cookie I had yesterday:
I must admit, I got about 5 bites in before it dominated me.
But it was delicious.
I know, for me, it was always something that intrigued me. But I never had the time or the money to do it until this past January. And then, after a few classes, I realized it meant more to me than I had previously thought.
Just this week I asked a good friend about his journey. Same thing...always wanted to do it, never really had the means...then, after a seemingly terrible run with luck, it just happened for him. It was really interesting...I mean, it was a sad story, but I think it has a happy ending. The guy's a great improviser.
I also met someone who recently moved to Chicago for the sole purpose of improv. His excitement was so awesome to see...I mean, as a fresh improviser myself, I can completely relate. (That whole "honeymoon phase" thing I talked about last post.)
Anyhow, tonight is my second Level 1 class at iO. Super excited. Then I'm hoping to hit Improvised Shakespeare at 10:30, followed by the Jam.
I have been so hungry for this ALL WEEK.
Speaking of hungry...check out the size of this cookie I had yesterday:
I must admit, I got about 5 bites in before it dominated me.
But it was delicious.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
need more improv
Since I started taking improv classes in January of this year, it's become apparent that improv is slowly becoming more and more important in my life.
I've become an improv nerd. My weeks aren't complete unless I've seen at least 2 shows. And I feel weird that I can't see shows on Sundays, Mondays, or Tuesdays...but it's for a good reason. And in a few years, Max will be old enough to come join me...so it's a small sacrifice.
This week has been really busy with work, making seeing shows really difficult...but I'm gonna try to get my 2 in...that's a promise.
Also, my iO class is amazing. I absolutely love it. I've only had one class, but man, what a plethora of things I learned in those 3 hours.
If I were to use metaphor to describe my relationship with improv, it would have to be like---um...like a new boyfriend. That's fitting right? I mean, you know that part of a relationship where everything is new and just peachy...that part where it's like, you know the other person burps and farts and has some not-so-good qualities, but you completely overlook that because you're so enamored? Yeah, that's me and improv right now...well, since January (and probably before...because, let's face it...I've had a crush on improv my entire life.)
Although, I guess it's more platonic...but, on the other hand, performing is sometimes as satisfying as sex...so in this analogy, improv is my boyfriend, in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, and performing (either in front of a crowd or in class) is the sex...or at least a hot and heavy make out session.
Yeah. It follows.
Anyhow, what the fuck am I talking about? Rereading all that, I realize how incredibly silly it sounds. But hey, I make no apologies for my awkwardness...that's just me.
For example:
Not only did I actually leave the house to take Max to school in my penguin pajama pants...but I also managed to accidentally wear two different flip flops...and I didn't notice until I had gotten home. (I mean, I didn't notice the flip flops...I was well aware of the pants.)
Looking forward to Friday...I have a hot date with improv. (And perhaps one tonight if I can hustle...)
Whale poop.
(Non sequitur)
I've become an improv nerd. My weeks aren't complete unless I've seen at least 2 shows. And I feel weird that I can't see shows on Sundays, Mondays, or Tuesdays...but it's for a good reason. And in a few years, Max will be old enough to come join me...so it's a small sacrifice.
This week has been really busy with work, making seeing shows really difficult...but I'm gonna try to get my 2 in...that's a promise.
Also, my iO class is amazing. I absolutely love it. I've only had one class, but man, what a plethora of things I learned in those 3 hours.
If I were to use metaphor to describe my relationship with improv, it would have to be like---um...like a new boyfriend. That's fitting right? I mean, you know that part of a relationship where everything is new and just peachy...that part where it's like, you know the other person burps and farts and has some not-so-good qualities, but you completely overlook that because you're so enamored? Yeah, that's me and improv right now...well, since January (and probably before...because, let's face it...I've had a crush on improv my entire life.)
Although, I guess it's more platonic...but, on the other hand, performing is sometimes as satisfying as sex...so in this analogy, improv is my boyfriend, in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, and performing (either in front of a crowd or in class) is the sex...or at least a hot and heavy make out session.
Yeah. It follows.
Anyhow, what the fuck am I talking about? Rereading all that, I realize how incredibly silly it sounds. But hey, I make no apologies for my awkwardness...that's just me.
For example:
Not only did I actually leave the house to take Max to school in my penguin pajama pants...but I also managed to accidentally wear two different flip flops...and I didn't notice until I had gotten home. (I mean, I didn't notice the flip flops...I was well aware of the pants.)
Looking forward to Friday...I have a hot date with improv. (And perhaps one tonight if I can hustle...)
Whale poop.
(Non sequitur)
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I'm learning
So, there's this commercial on the radio now, from Kraft Singles...about how if you bring in the wrapper to a baseball game, they'll pay for one of your tickets, right?
And said commercial bothers the crap out of me...before I get into why I should explain the commercial...in case you're unfamiliar. (Names were changed because I can't remember their actual names...)
It goes a little something like this:
Female: "I'm Kelly, Marketing blah blah blah from Kraft"
Male: "And I'm Todd, baseball fan."
Female: "We're here today to announce a special thing from Kraft. Called, [Insert Marketing Ploy Name Here]...where if you eat some cheese and bring a wrapper to the ticket window, Kraft will buy one ticket for you."
Male: "This is great! And maybe I can watch my home team hit a single!"
Female: "Wait. That's mean, why would anybody want to hit a single?"
Male: "No it's good. We want the team to hit a bunch of singles!"
Female: "Wait. No! We don't want people hitting our cheese!"
And it goes on like this, with the guy getting aggravated with the girl and vice versa...for like 2 minutes.
But today I figured out why it bothers me so much...I mean, beyond the cheesiness (no pun intended) of the commercial in general...)
It's because nobody would let this miscommunication actually go on that long. I mean, if it were and actual conversation...the moment the woman said "hitting our cheese" any normal person would simply say something along the lines of "Oh...you meant a Kraft Single. I'm talking about a play in baseball. When the batter hits the ball and takes first base. *haha haha awkward laugh*"
It bothers me because it's not an honest back and forth. The reactions are faked to create this commercial, as opposed to creating an actual conversation between two people who are misunderstanding each other and building the commercial out of that.
And I think I picked up on due to my improv classes. Truthful human interaction and response is much more entertaining...as opposed to forced situations...or those that simply try to get the "funny."
Also, I really hate cooked carrots.
And said commercial bothers the crap out of me...before I get into why I should explain the commercial...in case you're unfamiliar. (Names were changed because I can't remember their actual names...)
It goes a little something like this:
Female: "I'm Kelly, Marketing blah blah blah from Kraft"
Male: "And I'm Todd, baseball fan."
Female: "We're here today to announce a special thing from Kraft. Called, [Insert Marketing Ploy Name Here]...where if you eat some cheese and bring a wrapper to the ticket window, Kraft will buy one ticket for you."
Male: "This is great! And maybe I can watch my home team hit a single!"
Female: "Wait. That's mean, why would anybody want to hit a single?"
Male: "No it's good. We want the team to hit a bunch of singles!"
Female: "Wait. No! We don't want people hitting our cheese!"
And it goes on like this, with the guy getting aggravated with the girl and vice versa...for like 2 minutes.
But today I figured out why it bothers me so much...I mean, beyond the cheesiness (no pun intended) of the commercial in general...)
It's because nobody would let this miscommunication actually go on that long. I mean, if it were and actual conversation...the moment the woman said "hitting our cheese" any normal person would simply say something along the lines of "Oh...you meant a Kraft Single. I'm talking about a play in baseball. When the batter hits the ball and takes first base. *haha haha awkward laugh*"
It bothers me because it's not an honest back and forth. The reactions are faked to create this commercial, as opposed to creating an actual conversation between two people who are misunderstanding each other and building the commercial out of that.
And I think I picked up on due to my improv classes. Truthful human interaction and response is much more entertaining...as opposed to forced situations...or those that simply try to get the "funny."
Also, I really hate cooked carrots.
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