Sunday, February 10, 2008

Improv Thunderdome Round Two.

Well, this round came and went in a blink of an eye.  Ed and I were not even really wanting to do our 2 man show beforehand because our anticipation for Thunderdome was so high.  We did it anyway even though our hearts were not into it, and in doing so we suffered the consequences of a mediocre show.  To be honest, we didn't care. The sooner we finished, the sooner Thunderdome begins.

We were more prepared this time having had one show already under our belt. Changes were made to make the structure more tight.  Ed kept the opening speech short, describing the premise and then moving right into the first team. Then, instead of announcing an intermission after the first team was over, Ed spent that time promoting everything from Thunderdome thongs to the next Kansas City Improv Festival.  Five minutes later, the next team went.  After than was the true intermission.  Then the last group.  From my point of view the structure came off as very smooth with little to no mistakes.  That was what I was most proud of.  As fun and as exciting as the first round was, it was sloppy and felt unrehearsed, to me. The more we do this, the more comfortable we'll get and the more professional it will seem.

The biggest tweek was the voting system.  Instead of relying on noise and clapping, we preprinted ballots that had each team name on them.  After the third performance was over, the audience could tear off the name of whichever team they liked best and drop it in one of three boxes that Ed, his wife Jill, and myself were walking with throughout the theater.  Once all were collected, we created three separate piles of ballots while all the performers participated in Freeze Tag on stage.  After all ballots were counted, the winner was announced.  

In the end, it was a night where all three teams presented pieces that were incredibly different from one another.  The audience was treated to three completely separate shows, something i've always believed Thunderdome should fulfill.  In one way it stinks that this is a competition.  That one team has to be voted on as the better of the three.  Because after two shows, everyone that performed worked together to give the audience two very funny and very entertaining shows as a whole.

Congrats to Scriptease!  And thank you very much to Babel Fish and Antiprov for participating.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Pizza Man.

As I was contemplating ordering a pizza this evening, I remembered a story of the first pizza I ordered in our new house.

It happened back in late September.  Now that I think about it, I don't believe it was actually a pizza that I ordered but instead the pasta dish from Pizza Hut.  Anyway, I saw the delivery guy's face as he was getting out of the car.  My immediate thought was, "Huh, he looks kinda familiar" and opened the door.  As he was walking closer, he looked up at me and his eyes got kinda big and then quickly looked back down at his feet, then continued towards the front steps. Without looking at me he said "Hi", handed me my pasta and told me what I owed.  I looked at his name tag as I handed him the check.  It read "Alan", and then I realized that I handed seen this guy since kindergarten.

Now, ever since I left high school, I have never been a big fan of running into people I knew or used to go to school with.  Being who I am, I don't generally like people.  This is one of the many things that my father and my brother and I have in common.  It could be a gene thing, but I like to think that problem isn't all on this side of the table.  I think It goes beyond that.  I had many friends in elementary school, K-6 friends.  None of those friends were my friends in junior high, so I had to make new friends.  High School, had to make new friends again.  On graduation day I realized that I wasn't really friends with anyone in my own class.  

There is a mathematical equation in there somewhere as to why I do NOT like running into people I used to go to school with.  I'm not ashamed of anything.  I think it all comes down to the stupid, silly little chit-chat that goes along with it.  If I do see someone, I go out of my way to make sure that someone doesn't see me.

Anyway, back to the pizza guy.  Once i recognized him, I knew there would be no way out of talking with him once he recognized me.  It never got that far.  I handed him the check expecting to get a "Wait a minute, I know you" or something, but he just kept his head down and gave me my receipt.  

"Thank you" I said.

"Thank you" he said and swiftly turned around and headed back to his little pizza hut car.  

Because of the subtle yet strong emphasis on the word "you",  I don't think he was thanking me for the tip amount.  It was more like he was thanking me for not recognizing him."

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Huzzah!!!

Yesterday, as I was sickly laying on the couch, I watched a documentary called Darkon.  It's about group of people that create a real-life dungeons and dragons-esque world in Baltimore.

And I thought the Ren Festers were strange.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Go Ahead, Throw Your Vote Away!!!

My friend Ed recently directed my to this website called Glass Booth. You answer a few questions and rate a few political issues and then it's suppose to match you up with what presidential candidate best represents your beliefs. Sounds easy enough, so I did it.

It turns out that I share 100% of the views with... EVERY SINGLE CANDIDATE. Ed informed me that I must have done it wrong, so i tried again. This time I only share 100% of the views with... EVERY SINGE CANDIDATE.

I have never been more confused.

I think i'll vote for Kodos.

Monday, January 28, 2008

I don't like The Cure.

It's that simple.  I don't like them.  I don't care what anybody says.  

I wasn't a young, girl-troubled, make-up obsessed, obese child growing up. Maybe that is why I can't relate to their music.  "Friday, I'm in Love" was the very first song I ever heard of theirs, and that was all I needed to know I didn't ever want to hear anymore.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Gag Reflex.

3 things that made me gag today:
  • Finishing my third cup of coffee.
  • Stuffing peaches down the garbage disposal.
  • Thinking about eating Jell-o.
3 things that didn't make me gag today:
  • The smell of the bathroom after Collin used it.
  • Stuffing a rotten hard-boiled egg down the garbage disposal.
  • Thinking about the rotten hard-boiled egg as I prepared scrambled eggs for dinner.
What the hell is wrong with me?

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

No Joke.

Though I can not say that i was ever really a fan of Heath Ledger, I can say that it is saddening to hear of his death.  I knew that, even before the movie's releases, his role as the Joker in the upcoming Dark Knight was going to have a HUGE impact on me.  For the past couple of months I have checked for updates, searched for new clips, and even read about how Heath lived alone in a hotel room for a month preparing for the role.  He started a diary, in which he wrote the Joker's thoughts and feelings to guide himself during his performance. This Joker, his Joker, is described as "a "psychopathic, mass murdering, schizophrenic clown with zero empathy".  Brokeback Mountain may have gotten him an Oscar nomination, but this movie will have immortalized him.

It's going to be hard watching this movie once it's out, knowing what happened to the actor shortly after finishing up the filming.  They don't have all the evidence about his death yet other than prescription sleeping pills by his side. There were reports that his sleeping patterns have been all screwed up and warped recently.