The d*ck jokes are on their way.

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#83
Just play.

Sometimes I get so initimidated watching incredible stand-ups like Ellen...and I think what the fuck business do I have doing this?

But then I get so filled with happy that I can't stop watching it.

And then I want to do it more.

Lather rinse repeat.
But why do we need the directions on the back of shampoo bottles?
etc.

Tomorrow I may go up to someone and tap them on the shoulder and yell "Tag! You're it!" And run away, gleefully.

Watch out! It might be you!

:love: :love: :love:
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#84
My name is Michelle....

and I can't drink for a few days.

Shit.
Shit.
Shit.

I'm either going to not drink, or rationalize the drug information label really hard.

Ah, Omnicef, you rascally devil!

Party on, fellow degenerates!
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#85
There's no crying in standup.

You know that old Chris Farley bit where he nervously interviews celebrities, gets a question wrong or says something odd, and smacks himself on the head and says "I'm SUCH an idiot" or "Stupid Stupid!" or some such thing? And they assure him he's doing great?

Yeah, that's how I feel.
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#86
Tuesday

Dear Diary,

I did a wonderful rant at the Lantern, but I don't think my iPod picked it up. And never order the chicken fingers! Yuk!

I learned a new improv game, "Genre Closet." Which isn't the right name. But it's awesome! We played it at BBQ and then for real. Sometimes I call my classmates a "douche" but only cause I really like them!

Ari told me that my Improv "trading card" would have a picture of me with a sniper rifle, or firing off a three-point shot at the buzzer. Because of my ability to come out with that one, perfect, tragic, creepy sad line. Well. Awesome. (knock on wood, and all. I'm suspicious of praise.)

I love being swatted on the head for being a self-loathing douche! (even though that was a differnt conversation...still!)

Goodnight, Diary. Gotta get the beauty sleep!

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#87
Wednesday

Dear Diary,

I'm so tired and so wired?

Guess what I ate today? so much for passover, ha ha!
Matzoh and cream cheese (2 pieces before work)
Meringue cookies and coffee (only food during day)
1 slice Mushroom pizza (oops) at 10 PM with a great comic I like from the 8 show to the 1030 show.
Three diet cokes
Four peanuts and some cashews (OK if you're Sephardic)
When I got home tonight, leftover shrimp and vegetables with shredded cheese

I am so nervous at work with what I've forgotten to do and what I'm behind on. Dogpile of phone calls and paperwork at 4 PM, commited to a phone call at 10. Bundle of jangling nerves and low blood sugar. One more thing to do Saturday. Shit.

Never called the doctor or dentist.

Eight o clock was more like a mike-less monologue, but not awful.
Ten-thirty was a clusterfuck of my own doing. Stone sober. I'm worried. And I felt bad that the host (!) would hate me for sucking. I wrangled hugs. I sat in the back and wrote a monologue and made notes on my licensing agreement for my ten o-clock meeting. Should I stay up and finish it? Where are my theater tickets? I need to shop for a couple things tomorrow! Where's my shoes for my costumes? Makeup! Arrrgh! Mail to open! Raisins for my grandmother's Easter pascha!

My stomach hurts.

I cadged a ride home with a sweet funny man and sat in the car and talked.

Here I am.

I need my white shirt before Friday, I think.

Goodnight, Diary. Gotta get up by 830 to get to work. Or gotta get up at 730 to send a coherent email. Or fake it, to make it. Or time out my monologue, again.

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#88
Thursday

Dear Diary,

I'm tired and hungry. And I"ve got to draft a legal dispute clause, but I'm too zonked. It will have to wait until tomorrow, I'm afraid. Low blood sugar again, fucko.

I left my office in full gypsy garb, Hilarious! Except when my brandy new marcasite-silvery bracelet shattered in the fucking cab from me taking off the price tag. I almost want to return it. Almost, dickheads.

I am actually weak from hunger. Damn. Makes me curse. I am pissed about it though, I had to have it. Especially after a lunch hour filled with multitasking (unmentionable shopping/client calling) but no eating. I picked on a salad back at the office. I had a surprising number of legal-advice situations today, and did sqeeze in actual work. And discussed the shows I'm producing. And oh yeah, work.

I want about 100K to wipe out my loans and give me a little roof over my head. Bliss.

Immortal Kombat was fun on a stick! Wish we could've done more, more more. Marathon submission, maybe tonight. Gotta make sure rehearsing and the Marathon and my summer potential Eurotrip all jibe up.

Went to McM's with the lovely DeManti, Warth, Todd. Was glad to see Warth, Kirk and Regan all out supporting. Those three have done some of the most memorable improv scenes with me ever. And chating with a young musician (sax) made me want to be musical again, badly, how i miss it! miss it! miss it!

Speaking of which , the Dog Run was a blast, the 3 audeince members not withstanding. (Rob Connor was another one who makes my shortlist of "best improv scene" ever.) I enjoyed it, although the character took twists I didn't expect. Theater magic? Theater magic! And I met the amazing "Ego Amigo" from the IRC and discovered how we have far too much in common - what a lovefest! No, seriously. Wow. Yeah.

Home now. So much funny in this town, I could burst with happy.

I am, as some say, shattered.

I gotta find some tickets, shit shit. And pick up the cleaning in the morning.

shit, shit. I can collapse. What a long week, and it ain't over. Whither tomorrow?

good night, for now!

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#89
Friday

Dear Diary,

Well, it's Saturday.

Drinks, a play, lovely. Ambled over to the UCB anyways (a one mile amble in girl-shoes at breakneck speed), but as a spectator (allowing me to catch the second half, just about, of a Merritt/Delaney/Daly SWARM. Wonderful! Followed by Monkeydick, ahhhh, Monkeydick! Lathanless, but fabulous.) Although one or two more PBRs and some more encouragement from some interns would've made me a Liquid Courage monologist. Resisting such temptation, I chatted away and shared a cab out.

A performance-free night, sort of. Kinda always feel the urge to be "on," especially around theater folks, though.

So very tired. Today, chick-a-boom-boom workshop with the Magnet folks!

Gotta go to the chocolate shop and the MOMA store first, bye!

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#90
Saturday

Dear Diary,

Shattered. Exhausted.

After awaking slowly at the ungodly hour of 8ish, I lay around, and I got on the move at about 9 or so, racing around town for my grandmother, cleaning with my cousin and shopping for food for Russian Easter Dinner.

I got to my Magnet seminar late, missing the MOMA store and the chocolate store. Went to Bed Bath Beyond (I hear one more joke and that person gets a glass whizzed "Accidentally" at their head) and got candy, Easter bags and a cookie house I was going to put together.

Missed the Shark Show and the Project. Really wanted to hit the Shark Show, right in the hood, and see the new home of the Project too, always fun to see them play. Just too beat up, kept forgetting about my utter lack of sleep and breakneck pace all week.

Instead I watched "Mr Show," ate chicken soup, read Mamet, chatted with friends and went limp on the couch. Completely limp. How did I end up in bed?

One more comedic audition today, in the middle of Easter dinner.

Rehearsal is rearranged since Champions SCREWED me out of space and did not notify me.

The workshop - what I made of it - was wonderful. Any time I get to play with Marian is improv joy!

Things will slow down. I am nervous about my job. More time to write?

Wrap up of the week in COMEDY, later.

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#91
Sunday

In short:

1. I didn't know I was auditioning for a bringer/flyer show.
2. 37 year old women don't flyer.
3. Best line of the day?
Crazy aunt: "Do some jokes for us"
Me: (silence)
Surprisingly insightful cousin: "That's because we ARE her act."

Not yet, Dan-o. But soon, soon!
:love:

Forgot some goodies about the Saturday workshop, which I was at all too late, which was a wee bit too large, and was over all too soon:

"You are ALL beautiful women in here."
Imagine that someone dresses you in ALL your scenes. (Kind of like having your own Body Captain.)

Ended up Sunday on the phone with R having a good old-timey improv conversation, and hearing wondrous things from S about the Chicago fest.

Back to the world. New month, new things. Abandoning this cheesy journal format, for one. Filling in the Palm Pilot, observing my overbooking, still coughing like a bastard. Maybe it's some 19th century disease like consumption or something and I get a month at the seashore. Maybe I get fired today and get that month at the seashore.

Ciao for now.

- m
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#92
I Don't know how this song got on my iPod...it's kinda creepy

Elvis Costello - "God's Comic"

I wish you'd known me when I was alive, I was a funny feller
The crowd would hoot and holler for more
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes I was a comical priest
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's Comic

So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette, listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun, "I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through all this unbelievable junk and wondering if I should have given the world to the monkeys"

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared, I was scared, I was scared
He might of never heard God's Comic

I'm going to take a little trip down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors

I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the longest night
Until each beast has gone bed and then I say "God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe and you beg and you promise
And you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead, now I'm dead and you're all going on to meet your reward

Are you scared? Are you scared? Are you scared?
Are you scared?
You might have never heard, but God's comic
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#93
Fuck comedy.

1. Comedy is shady. Things are not as they seem. Auditioning for a bringer show? For a flyer show? Without knowing that up front? Very nice, [okay I won't say who but they do post here] folks. Very nice. I find that fundamentally dishonest.

2. Comedy is a business. Bringer shows suck. What other business makes the acts hustle for the house that is ALSO selling hooch (on a mandatory basis) at a huge mark up?

3. Comedy is a pain in the ass. All forms. Wrestling with promotions, producers, promotors, flyers, guests, rehearsals, rehearsal space, props, other comics/performers in your show (and I can only imagine people who do film), and more. More. More crap. When do I have time to write new jokes, monologues, that solo show I've been working on (or NOT) for a year?

4. Comedy sometimes pisses people off. On whatever level, you've rubbed someone the wrong way. Do you tell them that rape joke hasn't been funny and never will be? Do you tell someone not to jump up and react to someone's obvious baiting on stage, because they're not funny and their act is just about getting someone's reaction?

5. Or worse, hurts their feelings. Sometimes, somebody thinks they're hilarious. And they're just not.

Rant over. Fuck it. I've got a job, at the moment. Anyone wanna come to my audition show on the 17th? Or my improv show tonight at Juvie Hall at 1030?

Fuck it.
 
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GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#94
Never never never not ever

If now, or at any time in the future, you hear me saying, writing or otherwise transmitting any or all of the following statements solely the course of generating comedy:

1. I lost the weight, and then I lost my act.
2. I stopped drinking, and then I lost my act.
3. I'm sorry, did I offend you? (non-sarcastically, in a public place, performance or forum)

...then feel free to throw a beer bottle at my head. Preferably a 12 oz, but if there's only 40s nearby, then do what you must. I'd suppose that a full glass of lager would have the same effect..
 
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GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#95
Back to some comedy....more Hicks....shake it off, shake it off...

From http://www.endevil.com/billhickslines.html:

By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence.

...

Lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. Do you think when Jesus comes back he's gonna wanna see a fucking cross, man?
Bill Hicks

I've had good times on drugs, that's a fact. I've had bad times on drugs, too, ok? But I've had good and bad relationships...an I'm not giving up pussy.
Bill Hicks

People often ask me where I stand politically. It's not that I disagree with Bush's economic policy or his foreign policy, it's that I believe...he was a child of Satan here to destroy the planet Earth. Little to the left.
Bill Hicks

...

I don't know if I have the right attitude for the workplace.
Bill Hicks

I think it's interesting the two drugs that are legal - alcohol and cigarettes, two drugs that do absolutely nothing for you at all - are legal, and the drugs that might open your mind up to realise how you're being fucked every day of your life? Those drugs are against the law. Coincidence? See, I'm glad mushrooms are against the law, cos I took 'em one time, you know what happened to me? I laid in a field of green grass for four hours, going, 'My God, I love everything.' Yeah, now if that isn't a hazard to our countries...How are we gonna justify arms dealing if we know we're all one?
Bill Hicks

The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think that it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question - is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us. They say 'Hey! Don't worry, don't be afraid, ever, because, this is just a ride.' And we...kill those people. Ha ha ha. 'Shut him up! We have a lot invested in this ride. SHUT HIM UP! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and family. This just has to be real.' It's just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter because: it's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings, and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourselves off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one. Here's what you can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defence each year, and instead spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, for ever, in peace.
Bill Hicks
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#97
What I (mercifully) avoided drunkposting last night....

...but still sound drunk and slobbery about.

Fuck it, I still love comedy.

I love standup. I love the ability to create new material and write spontaneously. I love the ability to try out and then hone concepts into the perfect several-second-long joke, or bit.

I love the ability to sit with folks and step in on a project just by virtue of being seen, and sitting 'round with them for a while. I love being in a whole new community, wondering who the "new kids" are.

I love developing the confidence to see what works and what doesn't. I love having the confidence to relate to what the audience is saying to me and take the reins.

I love improv. I love getting up with fourteen people you trust and love, who are all so ridiculously different from each other.

I love learning from them. I love sharing with them, what I know, and i love realizing that i know things and have skills that had gone unnoticed or unacknowledged before. I love bringing the best out of people who can bring the best out of me.

And I can't wait, can't wait to see what happens next, or who will come back, or how it will turn out. I'm just as excited to get to the end of the story(s) as you are.

I love a director who's outrageously committed to the project. And to the courageousness of an entirely new form. And to you, as an improvisor and as a person.

I love getting whiskey and notes at the same time. Or drinking whiskey and taking notes.

I love inspiration. I love trust.

I love a pint of London Pride* and intense conversation at 130 AM.

I love stumbling across other standups outside a venue and finding out about a yet-undiscovered show.

I love sleep. Impossible!

*The last pint of London Pride I had was at Victoria Station in January with Burns. This has little to do with comedy....yet.
 
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GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#98
Performance Nightmares

So I had a dream that I was acting in a play (Ludlow Fair by Lanford Wilson, a one-act, two-woman play I'd done in college), but it was now full of other actors, costume changes, music, and was co-starring and directed by some well-known female improvisors. And the performance was up, at an enlarged version of the UCB (one with wings on the side), and I had forgotten entire chunks of my lines, and had my second costume under my first, and between acts some guy I didn't recognize was explaining (either to me or the audience - I think it was the audience), that the characters had physically changed since Act 1, and were coming back together at a new point in there lives - I was baffled. I kept asking to look at a script, again, just to trigger my memory, and the other person in the cast was horrified, "For the love of God, no, it's too late, you can't look at the script!" I had no idea what was going on, was tearing off my frumpy nightgown - the original costume from the play - from act 1 to reveal a slinkier clingier outfit on underneath (to represent thin-ness), while I was downstage, where I thought I was supposed to be.
 

GoldDustWoman

difficult but worth it
#99
Update (to plagiarize my old journal format)

Energy: Low

Desire to perform tonight: Variable

Desire to go to class tonight: High

Voice: Waning

Need to set aside writing time: High

Desire to book a long train trip to do so: High

Number of standup bookings: Inadequate

Intel on "A"/"B" clubs: Improving

Need to settle down a bit: Great

Need for a haircut: High

Need for a dye job: Unsure

Need for a manicure/pedicure: High

Need to acquire mens' clothing from father for new character: High

Ability to acquire toy gun on out-of-state trip: High

Ability to get toy gun through airline security: Low

Ability to make new flyers = f(Confidence) * (freeware)/energy

Feeling about Harold auditions: Intrigued
 

GoldDustWoman

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Obscure Celebrity Sitcom Death Notice #1

Who: Debralee Scott
Age: 52
Reason: Natural Causes
Famous for: Played Cathy Shumway in her sitcom debut on the "racy" 70s sitcom "Mary Hartman Mary Hartman." Awesome as the only female "Sweathog" Rosalie "Hotsy" Totsy on "Welcome Back Kotter." (Didn't she leave because she got knocked up?) She played the younger sister Marie on "Angie." Also a fixture on such game shows as "Match Game." She was also in two of the "Police Academy" movies (1 and 3, according to IMDB).

(Also according to IMDB, she did a dramatic turn in the dramatization of one of my favorite teen novels, "Lisa Bright and Dark," as Lisa's friend "with a secret" Mary Nell.)

I loved Debralee Scott. She will be missed.

source: http://www.ourdailydead.com/

Blatant Ripoff Score=10!
 
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