My Perspective

Maybe because it is starting to get cold outside. But I am having an explosion of creative energy that does not want just one outlet. Improv isn't doing it for me this week. I want to sing, and dance, and relearn the piano and guitar. I wanna make my own scarf, either knit or crochet. I want to draw and cut and paste things and make furniture from scratch using a drill and adjustible jig saw. Mmmmm powertools. I want to learn how to make my own clothing and how to sew something other than a pillow. I want to try calligraphy and poetry and cartography. Make maps of places that don't exist anywhere but my imagination. I want to write stories and sketches and plays and movies. And I want to make flower arrangements and do interior design. And I want time to take naps on clouds. With my brain pulling me in so many different directions I have no choice but to be mediocre at everything. But that is fine with me! As long as I get to do everything! And be good at a few. :)
 
I've been too exhausted lately to write anything. I have had free time on my hands during work, but have been spending a majority of that time staring at the wall of my cubicle and drifting off into my imagination. Half conscious and half unconscious. I've been wandering through the past few days like that. And it's odd, because I have finally been getting enough sleep. Last night I went to bed before 10pm. And here it is 4:30 and it is a struggle to keep my eyelids open. Maybe it is the lack of cerebral activity that makes me want to sleep. I caught myself making faces on the bus this morning. I guess I was doing an improv scene in my head, or an imagined conversation between two faces my unconscious brain absorbed from the crowd. And a woman looked over at me as my face was contorted into a scowl. I have no idea what dialogue was going on in my head. As soon as I made eyecontact all memory of what I was thinking disapated. I have to work late this evening. Halloween friday. And everyone is gone. But I have to stay and book travel. I am on hold with the travel agency. I bet they have all gone to parties too. Other than that, I am in a good mood. I am still on the schedule at IO. Which is an honor these days. And I am making time and a half having to stay here.
 
I had lunch with two improvisers today that I didn't know very well. And it was such a relief to converse with people in the daylight who speak my language. It seems odd to me when people don't get my bits or jokes. Sometimes I feel so stupid at work, but then I reassure myself that the reason they didn't get the biting social satire I just spooned out for them is because they are the dumb ones. Even if it wasn't funny. It's the fact that my humor is lost on these people. Eh, they are the reason that the Chicago Tribune has created a dumbed down "hip" version of the newspaper.

The other day a guy asked me if I was funny. And I said I wasn't sure. "Well don't you do comedy?" he replied. "Just because I do it, doesn't mean I am successful." Blank stare. "Are you baloney under the arm funny?" To which I replied, "I can't afford baloney on my salary. I tried generic for a while but the crowds don't like it as much as the name brand." To which I recieved another blank stare. "Say something funny." "I just did. You missed it." And maybe it was only funny to me because the subtext throughout the conversation was "you are an ass." Maybe I was rude because I know how much money this man makes. And know that I could live COMFORTABLY off of his one year salary for 7 years. And I would. I would temporarily retire for 7 years. :) Eh, I've been bitter today. I was yelled at twice. However, I know if I didn't have these muses in my life, that I would have nothing to comment on onstage. For there is no comedy without tragedy. However small the tragedy is.

I was sick the other day and missed a show. Man does that piss me off. Doesn't my body know what fun I was missing?

I think I had something brilliant to say today. But it went away.

I have a small robot on my desk. And it brings me much joy.
 
Sometimes I think I am several people all at once. Not quite schitzo, but if my brain decided to swing that way it wouldn't be far off.

There are days when I feel like I am god's gift to improv. Gosh, not that I am better than anyone else on stage. A far cry from that. But there are days when I just feel like I am soaring. That initiations come so easily, characterizations, commiting to emotions. And I have so much fun. Even mistakes seem so fortunate during these days. Either something brilliant that my brain or my scene partner's decided to interject. Or something I royally screwed up on. But on these days, my learning curve is huge. A simple screw up has the possibility of teaching me so much about myself and my work.

And then there are days when I dread going to rehearsal. Because I just know that my presense will be a detriment to all who participate. I will destroy. I will deny. I will not pay attention and will have numerous blank stares. And I will swear that this is not for me and I should find a career for which I am better suited. Afterall, what's the point if all I do is frustrate myself and others?

And there are days when no matter how well I comprehend something, I cannot get myself to do it. And I feel like I want to climb out of my own skin if I could only figure out how. I feel restricted by myself and don't know how to get out of it. But I know I wouldn't trade this frustration for anything in the world. Well except maybe to have a soaring day.

So today I am having a frustrating day. I am frustrated that I can't figure out how to soar all the time. What is it that puts me in that frame of mind. What part of my brain am I accessing and how can I keep it in "on" mode.

I think part of it comes from all the challenges I give myself. I go into each rehearsal with one thing I want to work on for myself. Like try more characters. Or bigger characters(which is my current challenge from hell! I don't know why being big is so difficult. I have a little gremlin telling me to be subtle or sweet. Curse you gremlin!) Or have real emotion. React with an emotion no matter what the initiation. Or work on my intiations. Initiations that completely set up a scene. And also allowing myself to try initiations that are simple statements about anything and letting the scene happen organically, without stating the game right off the bat. But then I get frustrated if my personal challenge doesn't match up with the rehearsal. Like if we are working on structure. Then I think my brain overloads. It is exciting but gutwrenching knowing I have so many things I want to work on.
 
What do you do when you run out of sick days at work? Take hourly breaks to run to the bathroom and puke. Then call advertising reps with a refreshed smile upon your face. Rinse and repeat.
 
I have had three shows in the past week. And they all went really well. I am pleased with myself. I think I have gotten over another hump. Now to see if I can stay there. I don't know what I did, but I liked the mindset I was in for the shows. And I got a lot of compliments from people that I respect very much. And I said thank you, but it really felt good to hear. More than a thank you could express. It meant a lot to me. Not just that it came from these performers, but because they made a point to say something. Something a little more than just, "good show." Ah, so I am glowing from that. (Of course I continue to go over what I could have done to make it better.)

On a different note, I am terrified for my safety. A man was shot last night. SHOT a block from IO. He could have been an improviser walking home after a show. Not only that, but in the past month both of my coaches have been mugged in separate instances. And even though I know I am careful and don't walk home alone when it gets late, what defense do I or my escort have against a group, or against a gun? These people aren't like muggers on tv. They don't ask for your money and then beat you if you refuse. They kick the shit out of you before you see them coming. Or they shoot you. I am praying that all of these occurances are from the same small group of people. So that once they are caught, the neighborhood will be a little bit safer. I don't want to think that these are all independent happenings. Because that means there are a large number of scary people out there. And I can't afford to take cabs everywhere. Heck, I can't afford emotionally to live in constant fear.
 
Today I have had several people ask me about shows. They mean well, and look very excited about coming to see me perform. And each month I send out a mass email to coworkers listing show dates. So far not one has attended. Out of about 30 or so people who insist that they have no other priority in the world. ( I am lying. I had my friend from the mailroom attend. But he didn't really understand and kept yelling my name during the show.) But I guess when you aren't in the habit of going out every night afterwork, or have to find a babysitter, a simple 8 o'clock show can take quite a bit of motivation. Eh, maybe it's for the best. I am terrified of a coworker showing up and catching me on an off night. And then that being the only show they see of mine. It's improv. It can suck sometimes. I don't REALLY care what they think, but I do have to deal with these people on a daily basis. What makes me most frustrated is when someone refers to improv or theatre as my hobby. I always want to correct them and say that working for an advertising agency is my hobby. Improv is my life. It's what motivates me. I have a decent job, but if I lost it, I wouldn't care. It's all about having access to learn and to perform. That's it.

:love:
 
"Do I know you?" A question I am constantly asking improvisers. And it's embarrassing if I do know the person and have had several heart-to-hearts at the bar with them. But just as embarrasing if I confront a complete stranger and ask them how their dog is doing based on some truthful monologue they did for a hundred people. The lines blur between who I know and don't know in improv. It's such a weird feeling. I've never known so many personal things about so many strangers. Nor have I been where I have shaken hands with so many people that I lose count on any given night. So don't feel offended if I don't remember if I know you or not. I just have too much input to process sometimes. Although I think I have become friends with people solely based on mutual monologue watching. Neither of us remembering whether we knew each other or not, so we both choose that we do. And friendship blossoms. That's pretty cool. :D
 
I really love my IO team. My gosh, it is great! I feel like if I dove into something that my team would catch me. Even if it involved all of them diving too and me landing on top of a pile of mangled bodies. I seriously love that. I don't get a judgemental vibe from a single person. Not one. And I think being in a group like this has really enabled me to reach the next peak in my performance ability. There isn't as much fear. I do have fear going into shows. Stage fright, I guess. But the last few shows I have done with my monkeys, the fear seemed to disapate. It was all about having fun and exploring moments. So great! I hope we stay together long enough for me to really become comfortable being on stage. But who knows what will happen. I will just play my heart out with this crew for as long as I can.
My playground team has improved as well. The remaining players are the ones who really want to be there. And I think that makes a huge difference. Not that there was anything wrong with the players who left, but having a tiny bit of doubt in your mind about why you are with a group can really affect everyone. Inadvertant as it may be. Being that it is a smaller group, it is bringing about other challenges for myself. I am so terrible at character monologues. It just hasn't come up much, so I don't have much experience doing them. And they scare the bejeebers out of me in front of an audience. I want to work on my comfortability with them before doing it infront of people. One person scenes aren't as difficult for me. If only I can figure out how to transfer where my brain is!! I love that my two teams are so completely different. I am learning so much.
 
Ergh gurgle eeeraahhh! I was frustrated on the bus this morning. I nearly always find a seat. Not today. And a woman sitting near me asked me to ask the older man behind me if he wanted a seat. He declined. And I wanted so much to ask her if I could sit. But I know that to the untrained eye, I could very well be 18. And to explain to some lady that I do indeed have arthritis and that this weather makes it almost unbearable to stand...I just opted to not say anything and to try and not make my squirming too flamboyant. Chicago weather is probably the worst thing for me, but this city is where I want to be. I love it here. I am crazy.

Last night I got to eat at Stanley's. Well known for the comfort food it serves. And it was yummy. They have an all you can eat catfish night. Not too shabby. If they made it an all you can eat mac and cheese, I would so be there. Although one portion is probably all I could eat anywho. There was a couple sitting next to my table. And they were becoming emotional about how right George W. is and how they can't wait to reelect him. Well, something like that. I was ignoring that part. My boyfriend noticed that. All I could pay attention to was the girl ordered a salad. A SALAD!! Why go to a place that is famous for chicken fried chicken and meatloaf...and hushpuppies. Oh my, yes! The hushpuppies. And order a salad. Sacrilige! But the food was oh so good. And I slept really well last night. I don't even feel sleepy today.

I am excited. I usually have rehearsal on wed nights, but due to the holidays, I don't. Which means I get to catch some improv! And there are some teams I haven't seen in over six months. Not to mention TJ and Dave. I have only seen them play two or three times. And it was inspiring. The characters were soooo real that I swear I could go up to TJ or Dave and meet the characters. As real people. I don't know if that makes anysense. I reiterate from earlier. I am crazy.

The past two weeks at work have been fantastic. I mean, it's still just a job. A day job. But I have an office now. And a cd player. And soon I will have a mini fridge. The only thing that could make this better would be a cot. Or a door. They took that off because I don't have the status to have a door. That's not a joke. It really is what they did. As an admin, I can only have so much square footage, and no admin can have a door. So when they moved me to the executive floor where there are no cubicles, they had to convert a closet into an office. And remove the door. It sounds awful, but it really is great. So much nicer than where I was before. I have real walls to hang all my improv fliers on. And my picture of a puppy with dentures. It's cute. Looks like he is smiling at me all day.:cool: Happy thanksgiving. Ya'll.
 
Oh poop. This weather has prevented me from getting my minifridge today. Maybe I should just order it online and have it delivered. My trip to the bank afterwork will also need to be delayed. My sneaks are lazy and don't feel like workin' overtime on dryin' after wrestling with the snow.

I get creative inspiration in waves. There are days when all I can think about is watching the Anna Nicole show on tv and if I can talk myself into it, popping microwave popcorn as a meal. And then I have great days in which the tv never gets turned on. Where I just sit and write. And play the guitar in between with the 5 or so songs that I know by heart...or I will open the Beatles song book('cause it's easy for a beginner like myself). And it occured to me, why don't I combine both of these together. The writing and the guitar. I mean, if Jewel gets praise for her simple tablature and lyrics, then why not me? So I have written two songs. One that I can play without too much struggle. And I have the chorus of another one about....well I will just wait til it's done before I say. And I am having a blast! I have never tried to write songs before. I used to parody all the time. I was a huge fan of Weird Al as a kid. But something about doing that just seems...too easy. And, well, no matter how many words I change, it's still based on someone else's creativity. Not that parodies don't have a place. But I am ready to try my own stuff. I worry that the humor will get lost just past my lips. That what I have written will only be funny to me. Or worse, that my songs will be taken seriously. :) When they are commenting on views that make me laugh. But I am starting out writing what I know. That is what I have been told is the best way to get started. So there will be no love songs about climbing mountains. But perhaps one about my grandmother. Though I don't think she climbed a mountain either. Now, whether I ever share these songs is a completely different beast. I am just enjoying the process right now. And I love singing more than anything else in the world. Though improv comes in pretty close. But no matter how bad I am feeling, singing makes me feel better. Once improv can harness that power, it will take the lead.
 
Snow!! Snow!! Everywhere! In my ears and in my hair! In my shoe it feels like goo. Snow! Whaddya know.

I got an image in my head last night as I was struggling to sleep. Inspired by leftover turkey soup. I was picturing boiling myself so I could easily slip the meat off of my bones. Which sounds pretty gross. But I paralleled it to taking warm bath to temporarily soothe the horrible aching in my body. But if I could somehow squirm myself off of my spine for some relief...like turkey escaping from it's carcass in a happy day after thanksgiving broth. Mmmmm.

I saw an Armando show last night at IO. And as much as I don't like to publicly pick on people, I am happy to admit that the show last night was horrible. Well, not happy for the people in the show. It must have been frustrating. But from my perspective it is sooo good to see even the best and most experienced performers have their failures. It makes their successes seem easier to achieve. It's the whole, they are human too, dealio. And what put me in even better spirits about the show(which I have to admit, even though this was the worst I have seen them do since I moved here, it was still highly entertaining. That's one thing that is still hard to grasp how they do that. And I know saying failure or horrible are pretty strong word choices. I use them for lack of a larger vocabulary.) Oh yes. What got me even more excited was I saw how they could remedy different holes they were digging for themselves. Eh, I hate mentioning specifics, but for some reason my brain wants me to today. So I can look back and remember. The opening source scene was a transaction scene. Which is rough, because that is where inspiration for the rest of the show comes from, and if there is no information to pull...well.....it was a struggle. But I kept thinking in the first few lines of the scene that all would be well if they named each other. "Sir, would you like to buy ___insert anything here____" And I wanted to whisper into their ears "name each other!" hehehe Steve, or dad, or Henrietta. Anything that showed they had a familiarity with each other so they could transform the scene into being about their relationship instead of about the transaction. Or robots? But I know there are times when it is impossible to make the strong choice because your brain doesn't hear the whispers. Like it bugs me when a coach/director would say "if you had only made this choice, the scene would have worked better. You should have chosen to go in this direction rather than the one you chose." And the thing is...well if my brain had devised that option, I would have chosen that one. Especially being aware that is the stronger option. So how can you call it a mistake if it is not a choice your brain constructed? Sometimes, yes, my brain will move so fast I just grab at something and there was probably a better option somewhere in the jumble of thoughts. But sometimes, the stronger choice just isn't there. And you just have to pray that your scene partner notices what your brain doesn't and steers you to the "happy place" where play becomes easy again. I LOVE it when my teammates say something like, "you seem upset about __blank__ but that isn't what this is really about, is it?" It's like code for saying find the emotional connection with the other character instead of with whatever fluff you were focusing on before. How do people affect me, not just my frustration over chopping vegetables. I guess the MOST important thing I have learned in improv, is when in doubt, go to the relationship between the characters. No matter how far along a scene is or how much a struggle it is or how weird it has gotten with invention, exploring the relationship can only make it better.
 
Today was checkup day with the doc. :wishy: Turns out I may have an ulcer(which is more specific that I usually get on this thing, but whatever) so now I have to have some yucky tests. It's weird, but having blood taken has become almost as irritating as a mosquito bite. And it heals faster. Sad that something like that should feel so familiar. One thing that always happens when I go to the doctor, besides the endlessly boring waiting, is I see other people who are so far worse off than I am. People in wheel chairs. Emaciated people. Grumpy old men who must be severely constipated. And even though waiting is a time I feel most sorry for myself, it is also when things are put into perspective the best. So what if I have a hole somewhere in me, right? Comparatively that is not a big deal at all. Lots of people have ulcers. They rarely kill people. Eh, and I don't even know if I have one. Could be anything. I was worried about other stuff on the bus this morning. Stuff like returning a movie rental on time. And about an old friendship that has gone stale. And about cleaning my apartment for guests this weekend. That all seems so tiny now. Though I really do need to clean my apartment before I have guests. Guests are good incentives.

I have a show tomorrow but it still seems so far away that I can't get nervous about it yet. Or maybe all this other stuff on my mind is taking precedence in the nerves dept. I'm just gonna have fun tonight at rehearsal. And maybe go holiday shopping for a few people. Buying gifts for people ALWAYS makes me very happy.
 
I am in much better spirits today. Probably because I finally got some sleep. Still sleepy...but not cranky. Anywho. When I get all cranky and complainy about stuff it really causes me to reflect. Do I really have more physical pain and uncomfortability with my body than other people, or do I just complain more about it. Is it my body that is weak, or my ability to deal with it. Or perhaps a little of both. I even annoy myself when I complain. But at the same time I feel it is necessary for my healing process. That's why I love this journal so much. It really helps me cope with things by just getting them out of me instead of letting them linger and grow in my head. Once I've written a complaint down, I don't really have to contemplate it any longer. Of course I can come up with infinate variations of the same complaint. It's a gift, really.

And speaking of reflection, I was thinking about how much I have changed. Even in the past month or so. Work has been so much easier to deal with. Partly because I really like the group that I have been assigned to. Instead of snapping at me when I finish a project, I get praise. Even photocopies get a response like "oh thank you sooo much. I really appreciate it." So that helps. But it also encourages me to want to help these people. Go out of my way to assist them because they are so appreciative of my presence. I am not a slave, but one of the team. And it makes such a difference. But that's not quite the change I have noticed. It's more of a self confidence issue. Maybe it's because when I am here I pretend I am a grownup in a job. So when I am calling magazine reps for advertising insertions and setting up client meetings and such, I am having fun. Because I am playing pretend. Weeeeeee! Today I am an assistant. I even chat with the VP about his kids. hehehe That's what grownup people with jobs do. I've seen it done. A year ago I don't think I could even fathom having to talk to strangers on the phone, and now I am the contact for multimillion dollar clients. I couldn't make eyecontact with a stranger, and now I ask them about their weekend. Who am I? What happened to that person who was scared of people? How did I get here. I still have my issues with shyness. But I have noticed a huge change. And I love it. And improv helps. Because when I do get flustered and nervous I simply play pretend. I am a grownup. A grownup with a job. And that has been working for me. Jeez, they should do this in therapy for people.
 
AAAHHH Last night's show didn't go so well. It was an enjoyable show. But not good. And I blame myself. Well, for my portions of it. Other people were holding their own quite well. I knew it wasn't going to be great when all I could think about was crawling into bed. I wasn't mentally up to par last night. And I was cranky and defensive on stage. Which...um...is not good. I felt like I behaved immaturely afterwards. I am sure it didn't come off as bad as I feel it did. But I still know there was one scene where I felt uncomfortable, made an angry declaration, and left the stage. That was so not cool. Eh. But I was mostly frustrated because I wanted to be in a two person scene. Every scene last night was a huge group of people all at once fighting for attention. It was kind of give and take. But mostly take and take. I blame myself for that as well. If I had found something for my character to do, or knew who I was better, I wouldn't have felt so wishy washy about having the other performers ignore me. I should have been able to hold my own. Well now I have something else to work on. This just over all did not make me happy. Good thing my last show was so great, or I might be depressed over this one. I know what I am capable of. So this was more disappointing than anything.

I've noticed that this group likes to do tagout games with me and leave me open for a punchline. AAHHH! Sometimes I shoot out pearls. And other times, like last night....well I shoot out oyster corpses. I was set up with "It's 4:30" and all I could think of to say was "4:30, huh? I've always been fond of the afternoon." TAGOUT! That got done a lot to me during the 5B shows. I kinda would prefer to explore a scene or just have it edited than to see how many funny one liners I can come up with. Oh well. I guess they think I am good at it or they wouldn't keep doing it with me.

I also get frustrated when things get physical. I know audiences like it when we contort ourselves and climb over one another. Silly silly! Explore and heighten! There was one group game I knew I should join. But I also knew it would get physical. And I knew my body could not handle it. I felt bad about that. I wanted to scream during our final game, though. We were all dancing. And my partner just got excited in the moment and was thrashing me around. And maybe it would have been fine if I were anyone else on the team. But it was excrutiatingly painful. Like running swords through my spine. I wanted to punch him in the face. But he wasn't doing it on purpose. I just prayed the scene would end soon. Man I wish I were indestructable on stage. I also got punched in the face accidentally as we were exiting. And now I have to get my glasses fixed. Oy. I wonder if I were on an all female team if I would get thrown around as much. :) Or a team full of nerds.
 
Yay! No ulcer. But that still leaves open...what the heck is it then? Ah well. I'll just eat white bread for a few weeks.

So the last show I was so disappointed about, I got huge compliments on. Not the annoyingly generic "good show" (which I have issues with) but genuine and specific compliments. About my character commitment and that I am fun to watch on stage.
Unbelievable. Even when I feel I am at my worst, someone is enjoying my work. I am my own worst critic. Well, other than exboyfriends. teehee. That was a joke, ya'll! Ah, tough crowd.
It is so nice to know, though, that even my bad stuff isn't so bad. It's just bad to me because I am hyper aware of what I could have done to make a scene better. And when I get notes...all I can do is sadly nod my head in agreement. Why can't things be so obvious when I am on stage? Anywho. It's all a part of the growing pains. I am going through improv puberty. I feel myself maturing but still awkwardly fumble and smell funny.

I also have a hard time assessing a show as a whole. I felt our last show was mediocre but was told it was our best yet. Am I judging the whole group based on my personal performance? There were elements that were stronger for us. But elements that lacked. I guess it depends on what an audience member is looking for. I feel there is a difference between entertainment value and artistic merit. And by artistic merit I mean following the mathematical formulas for making a scene as correct as possible. That sounds so awful. But that's how my brain breaks it down. And the more rules or tricks of the trade that I learn, the more frustrated I become.

Outside the world of my yins and yangs of improv, I have gotten asked to be in a musical at Comedy Sportz. I am super excited and think it will be a lot of fun. What better way to spend a cold winter evening than singing and dancing with silly people? Yay!
 
I learned valuable lessons on the bus this morning. If, when deciding where to sit on an empty bus, a person chooses to sit in the center of three empty seats, the following will be true:
1) The bus will fill and the two empty seats will remain empty.
2) The three seats across from the empty seats will become occupied due to following the correct procedure of 'end, end, then middle'
3) People will stand or sit next to a smelly guy in a two seater section rather than fill in the three seats in an incorrect order.
4) Dirty, judgemental, hatefilled stares will be directed towards the middle seat taker.
5) The middle seat taker will smile on the inside about the absurdity of the situation and refuse to scoot one seat to the side in order to prove a point to self.

People are so weird!
 
I am excited about the holidays. I love watching presents being opened. Something about the surprise of it all. What is it? That bulbous rectangle could be anything! Is it a clock? A picture frame? A tiny flat motorboat? Slippers? A lot of bubblegum?
So much fun! I don't even really care about what gifts I get. It's the surprise I like. I would love to open other people's presents for them. Open them, enjoy the moment of discovery, and then pass on the gift. Now that I can nearly afford most anything that I could want (within reason of course) it's weird to recieve gifts. But the anticipation and the surprise...THAT is what I crave. I get a twinge of sadness when presents are not wrapped. Or placed in a bag. Where's the mystery? The lavishly packaged gifts are no more intriguing than the ones wrapped in newspapers. The Star of Africa is still the world's largest diamond--whether it is wrapped in extravagant textiles or the suntimes. And if it is in a box that further conceals it's shape! Well I am just giddy.
The holiday gift exchange tomorrow is getting my blood flowing.

Oooh. Now on to improv talk. This new reality/american idol type improv deal on PBS has me intrigued. Well, intrigued about why someone would want to do it. There is no desire at ALL from me to be involved in something like that. I am not 100% clear on the details, but mainly the fact that it is putting improv into a competitive light is why I feel so averted to the idea. To me, the underlying point of improv is that it is a supportive artform. Who are you without your scene partner? Who are you without your team? Granted there is one person improv. But to be told you stand out in a show, or that your wacky characters are so rememberable...I don't know. I mean, sure, there is the egotistical side of me that wants to be a stand out. But in improv, to be stand out means to be supportive. I am confusing myself right now. But I know what I mean. Isn't the key to make your scene partner look fantastic? Not by forfeiting your own deal, of course (which I often hear in arguements over improv theory. Which is silly because in order to make your scene partner look golden, you HAVE to take care of yourself. Theory schmery. Be confident. And support. Oh, and have fun.) Yeah, so I don't understand why someone would want to do this PBS show. That, and I wouldn't want myself to be myself on TV. That's so very different than playing a character. There's no hiding a stupid remark or emotional outburst if it is true. I don't think I am making much sense today with my sense and stuff. What?
 
New info on this PBS show. They are paying people. Cool deal. If I didn't mind losing my steady job for a three month deal and if I had any desire to be on television, I might jump at the opportunity to get paid to do improv. Even if it isn't the genre of improv I prefer. But there's the whole, I don't want to be on national tv aspect of it. If it were some project that wasn't going to be televised, I might have submitted a photo and resume just for the challenge of an audition. And the money. Wee! But how scary. National tv. No thanks. Not yet anyway.

Man, I have a hankering for Mcdonald's today. Mmmmm fake meat and cheese.
 
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