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It's that time again, time to post a list of amazing shit I want you to get me for my birthday (may 16th, duh). How old will I be? Cheeky!
Pretty much anything you can find at this store will do. A couple weeks ago my aunt called me to ask if I knew whether the meaning of "Meow!" had changed from something you say when someone is being a total blarch. Cuz someone sent it in an email to a male co-worker. Oh, email.
If you wanna show me some love, but not contribute to my growing need for a storage space, come to my next stand-up show at Broadway Comedy Club. It should be key.
At the moment it looks like I'll need some fly paper. There are flies the size of kidney beans making slow figure eights around my "office." Or do they work here?
Other ideas: Surf Lessons, Shark Diving (cage or no cage), a raincoat. Anything waterproof, really, because I just want to be dry and apparently this weather's gonna be around for a while. I know because the weather guy was like "You might as well kill yourself." That's going a little far, weather guy. A little far.
Featuring the esteemed Sean Patton, Tell and Show starts with a bang this Sunday at the Creek. There are tacos and beer and margaritas and me and the rest of Garamond improvising to the sound of your intermittent shifting in chairs, coughing, and hopefully, laughter.
Just kidding we are hilarious and amazing. Come see. 8-9pm, free. Click the creek link for directions.
I know it's early, but I would like to start planning for my next birthday party. It's in May, so I want it to be outdoors. Also I think instead of shorts and t-shirts we could all dress up a little bit, just pantsuits from chico's and maybe like a creme de menthe blazer on one of the guys? What else...Oh, let's everybody wear name tags on their sleeves. And we could have tents or awnings in case there's weather. Everyone gets a plus one, so feel free to bring whoever.
Lotsa projects, lotsa stuff going on. I'm trying to update Emily's wordpress so I can install her fancy new theme (I can't show it to you, but I've titled it "Kawaii" theme to give you a vague idea). But also very exciting is that my improv team, Garamond, is performing a bunch and you can actually come and witness this. Thursday is our first show, it's at Broadway Comedy Club: Broadway Comedy Club broadwaycomedyclub.com 318 West 53rd Street New York, NY 10019
7pm, $5. Come throw us a suggestion, if it's good and I recognize your voice I will respect you.
If you can't go to that, you can come watch me do a Harold with my 301 Class on Saturday at noon at the UCB Theatre, 307 W. 26th StreetNew York, NY 10001.
My Ex BF was insane about idling. Even if I was just going to run something into the video store or get a bra fitting, he wanted to turn the car off. I was like jeez, man, you're harshing my mellow. But he was totally right about idling. It's bad for your car, bad for the environment and local air quality, and disrupts traffic. Also it's annoying to everyone besides the person doing it just cuz it is. That's why it's illegal in NYC (new legislation makes the laws even tougher near city schools).
I have had a LOT of coffee. One of the side effects of being really caffeinated is that I start to resemble the pictured prancing owl above. Idling is my new crusade! Here is what I do to report offenders: I call 311 with the Time, Date, and License # and type of the offending vehicle. Sometimes I elect to tell them they are being reported. Boy, do they like that courtesy!
But just turn off your car, you know? It's not like it's a model T that is going to take 3 people and a lot of hullabaloo to start it back up again. So give a hoot, don't pollute.
Emily re: Sinead at a concert post pope tearing on SNL "Can you imagine the giant iron-clad balls it would take to stand there and scream at the top of your lungs as that many people boo and jeer?" Perhaps they are akin to the balls it takes to say, on a widely read blog that a country is bullshit for the way it treats its female citizens. A whole country! And I agree, it is bullshit. I like to imagine Morocco reading Emilymag and being like "Huh...a better sewage system...so crazy it just might work!" In fact this is really gonna be nothing more than a response to Emily's post cuz I just had so many things to write I thought it would be an obnoxious comment. Is there a special internet word for a post that is a scattered, lengthy response to some other blog post?
When I was in 5th grade "I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got" was the first album I ever owned, on tape. I wonder if my mom bought it for me after the whole SNL debacle. I think she did, because she's a firestarter like that.
Mind google is similar to an improv warm-up game we used alot in my last class called Musical Hot-Spot or just Hot Spot. In it, a person jumps in to the middle of a circle of players and sings a few bars of a song, and someone tags them out as soon as possible with a song that relates in some way, thematically or verbally to the one being sung. They replace the person in the middle and sing their song, and so on. This game can be excruciating to new improvisers or really anyone with any sense of dignity. I always felt like it was incredibly pointless, because to me it never seemed like you were flexing a part of your brain that was useful, just the part that remembers lots of song lyrics. Also, I could never seem to get my mind to stop trying to sing along with the song being sung and to start "mind googling" other songs that might relate. You always end up thinking of other songs by that artist or from that genre, and that's not the point. Eventually, with practice, I learned that the game is more about forcing yourself to trust your subconscious by just tagging in whenever you feel a subliminal impulse to do so (even if it feels wrong and counter intuitive at first). You end up coming up with really odd songs that do relate in ways that you didn't imagine you could. Most of the time. I've gotten to the point with my training where I have to figure out how to relax my brain and allow it to come up with query results without the query. Like last night, I was in a scene where I needed to think of slang words, any current slang would have worked. I probably know thousands of colloquialisms, we all do, but when I was on stage I could barely remember one of them, because I was on the spot and I was hammering on the mind google.
Also, there is nothing that bad about watching Everybody Loves Raymond. I was telling Shawn that his impression of Telly from kids sounds a lot like Ray Romano, and to prove it I always make him say "Whaaaat?" in the Telly voice. Well last night we turned on the TV and ELR was on and the first line of dialogue was Ray saying "Whaaaat?" Classic.
Pretty much anything you can find at this store will do. A couple weeks ago my aunt called me to ask if I knew whether the meaning of "Meow!" had changed from something you say when someone is being a total blarch. Cuz someone sent it in an email to a male co-worker. Oh, email.
Featuring the esteemed Sean Patton, Tell and Show starts with a bang this Sunday at the Creek. There are tacos and beer and margaritas and me and the rest of Garamond improvising to the sound of your intermittent shifting in chairs, coughing, and hopefully, laughter.
My Ex BF was insane about idling. Even if I was just going to run something into the video store or get a bra fitting, he wanted to turn the car off. I was like jeez, man, you're harshing my mellow. But he was totally right about idling. It's bad for your car, bad for the environment and local air quality, and disrupts traffic. Also it's annoying to everyone besides the person doing it just cuz it is. That's why it's illegal in NYC (new legislation makes the laws even tougher near city schools).
