Time for a "quick" weekend update. This may be Improv heavy. I can't be held responsable to what I find to be most fulfilling in my weekend.
Anyway, going back to Thursday:
Thursday: This was Thanksgiving. I didn't do much. I was on the back end of a sinus problem and trying to make sure I could be in the shows Friday and Saturday night. My mom and grandma went out while I stayed home and watch the Office Jim&Pam's wedding in HD. Then, after my mom and grandma got back from dinner, we watched Animal Crackers. It's a Marx Bros. movie.
Friday: Feeling more refreashed from the time spent getting over the cold...thing...I left the house finally for the first time since Tuesday. I went and had breakfast with my grandma at Pegah's family restaurant. That night, I was in Robot Parade at the Roving Imp. I'm not going to say I did great, but I did what I did and I'm proud of it. In the first half, we did celebraty/location and Roving Imp show and Super Hero Wedding. The main showcase in the first half was emotional facial exspressions. My scene partner and I were in a doctor's office and our emotions were "Shamed" and "in love". The second half was our long form which was 7-Minutes In Heaven.
Sucess was made in attempting and going through with an accent (I called it a former USSR country). As far as what I did, that's what I feel the most proud of. Then I was in the Tech booth for ONE. After the show, 4 of us stayed (John, Nifer, Chris, and myself) and we played Act 1. This is a game with lines from TV shows and movies and everyone has to guess the title from the lines.
Saturday: Improv workshop at 1:30-4pm. This was also the night of the Arnold and so class ran the way the show was supposed to run. Looking back, I can't remember many specifics. The first half pretty much had the same games as Friday night. However, I do feel good about my portrayal of "Terrified" and "Twisted". However, "Twisted" was more in my body than my face. The second half was Minor Charicters. I hardly ever had a spot light charicter (minor charicter who took the foreground) except for about once or twice and I'm fine with that. I was told over all that my performence has gotten a lot better since last month. The 9pm show was Omega Directive. I'm glad I was in the audience for it. The second half was ALSO 7 Minutes In Heaven. My favorite was on with Juliette Capulette and Marsha Bradey. Anyway, after the shows, a few of us stayed late and watched The Room...quite possably the worse movie ever made. I can talk about this more later.
Sunday: I got to church early to do the projector stuff. I got home and loaded Robot Parade pictures onto Facebook. I tried The Arnold but had too many problems. I took about an hour nap and then went to Nifer's improv class. As always, this was a fun class. I conciously "yes...and-ed". My problem...while I have no problem "yes"ing, I lack in "and"ing. I'm told my "and"ings are actually very good...but lacks in amount. This is based upon a fear of denying something that has already been set up...mostly...also, it's easy to go into "stuff-prov" which is okay in small amounts (when the stuff doesn't overshadow the relationship between those on stage) but can easily be thrown into overdrive when you're not careful.
I also tried an angry French-man and I also gave a reaction that wasn't expected that I feel proud of.
Anyway, that was the weekend.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
...because of the diamond
The following will be my attempt at a quick weekend update going back to Thursday.
Thursday night was rehearsal for ONE (I was there for the booth) and R. I. Spectacular. I was there to hang out. Anyway, after rehearsal, a few of us stayed and watched Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. Nifer had to write down lines for her and John to pull during Biblioclast Saturday night...for which I was also in the booth...more on that later.
Friday night, my mom, grandma and I went to see A Reduced Christmas Carol, Cinderella: Or The Shoe Must Go On and Christmas vauldville at Martin City Melodrama at Metcalf South (at one point it it's life it was a) Mall. Reduced Christmas Carol was the cast of 7 was reduced to 2...2 people doing A Christmas Carol with hats and props changes...Basically the show was NOT A Christmas Carol. The show WAS these two people left to do it on their own.
By the way, I have often considered auditioning for Martin City Melodrama...but I don't know if I really want to do scripted shows anymore. I got burned out the whole idea of scripted theatre a while back. But that's a blog entry for another time. After the show, we went to IHOP. Yeah, don't remind me.
Saturday afternoon was the Arnold workshop. I found out I wasn't the only one having issues with facial exspression. However, I was able to pull off a facial exspression in one scene that went from annoyed disgust to painful pleasure in a sorority scene where I was made all wet and then had to have a starfish placed on my left nipple. To keep this blog family friendly, I'll leave it at that. Then, I was given the personal challenge to be the person in charge. It didn't work great...not in my opinion anyway. I started as a charicter who yelled at his newborn son for not crying so we could know he was alive to being the current pope telling Max Weinburg that he couldn't be a priest because Max Weinburg is Jewish and the pope was a former nazi.
Anyway, Saturday night was R.I. Spectacular and Biblioclast. I was in the booth for Biblioclast but I really laughed too hard and realized 1/2 way through the first half that I was laughing too hard and loud. They don't mind the laughing. But I'm closer to the mic.
Anyway, Biblioclast for December was once again my suggestion (and I only put in 3). It's going to be The Muppet Christmas Carol. I decided I was going to put in some version of A Christmas Carol for December and that one was really my favorite as a child...also, I didn't actually believe it would be the one drawn.
After shows, a few of us stayed and we played a game of Past Lives. At the end, I wound up with 1,800 credits or so and level 2 which tells you at the end who you were in a past life. One time before, I was Fatty Arbuckle. This time I was Catherin the Great from Russia.
Sunday I was late to church...as always...though I was more on time than I've been lately. Anyway, after my teching was finished, I came home and got a nap. I had some decent dreams for my Sunday afternoon nap. They usually wind up with me getting attacked or something. Nifer's class was canceled (this is back to reality, not my dream) because of a belly dance that was at 4. It was actually quite interesting. Unfortunately, the CDs they were using had been scrached previously. So John's computer didn't want to play them. They would play the CD but stop as it got to the scratched spot. My computer does that as well. It will play any part of the CD but at the track that's scratched, it will play and then stop...of course, it was the tracks they were using that were scratched. The show went well otherwise. I can say I witnessed a cultural expierence today.
Anyway, I came home and my family and I went to eat at Applebee's.
Now there are 2 things that should be mentioned:
1) The title "...because of the diamond" is a phrase that John uses to describe anytime plot is being used in improv. If you're saying anything that can be imidiately followed with "...because of the diamond" you're going into plot. However, I think it would be a good title to a writen story.
2) If I'm going to give a "quick update" I have to leave improv workshops and rehearsals out of it. I even went back to shorten out some details from Saturday. Then Monday night is another workshop for Robot Parade...which is this Friday. Maybe I'll be able to give a shorter update for that.
Thursday night was rehearsal for ONE (I was there for the booth) and R. I. Spectacular. I was there to hang out. Anyway, after rehearsal, a few of us stayed and watched Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home. Nifer had to write down lines for her and John to pull during Biblioclast Saturday night...for which I was also in the booth...more on that later.
Friday night, my mom, grandma and I went to see A Reduced Christmas Carol, Cinderella: Or The Shoe Must Go On and Christmas vauldville at Martin City Melodrama at Metcalf South (at one point it it's life it was a) Mall. Reduced Christmas Carol was the cast of 7 was reduced to 2...2 people doing A Christmas Carol with hats and props changes...Basically the show was NOT A Christmas Carol. The show WAS these two people left to do it on their own.
By the way, I have often considered auditioning for Martin City Melodrama...but I don't know if I really want to do scripted shows anymore. I got burned out the whole idea of scripted theatre a while back. But that's a blog entry for another time. After the show, we went to IHOP. Yeah, don't remind me.
Saturday afternoon was the Arnold workshop. I found out I wasn't the only one having issues with facial exspression. However, I was able to pull off a facial exspression in one scene that went from annoyed disgust to painful pleasure in a sorority scene where I was made all wet and then had to have a starfish placed on my left nipple. To keep this blog family friendly, I'll leave it at that. Then, I was given the personal challenge to be the person in charge. It didn't work great...not in my opinion anyway. I started as a charicter who yelled at his newborn son for not crying so we could know he was alive to being the current pope telling Max Weinburg that he couldn't be a priest because Max Weinburg is Jewish and the pope was a former nazi.
Anyway, Saturday night was R.I. Spectacular and Biblioclast. I was in the booth for Biblioclast but I really laughed too hard and realized 1/2 way through the first half that I was laughing too hard and loud. They don't mind the laughing. But I'm closer to the mic.
Anyway, Biblioclast for December was once again my suggestion (and I only put in 3). It's going to be The Muppet Christmas Carol. I decided I was going to put in some version of A Christmas Carol for December and that one was really my favorite as a child...also, I didn't actually believe it would be the one drawn.
After shows, a few of us stayed and we played a game of Past Lives. At the end, I wound up with 1,800 credits or so and level 2 which tells you at the end who you were in a past life. One time before, I was Fatty Arbuckle. This time I was Catherin the Great from Russia.
Sunday I was late to church...as always...though I was more on time than I've been lately. Anyway, after my teching was finished, I came home and got a nap. I had some decent dreams for my Sunday afternoon nap. They usually wind up with me getting attacked or something. Nifer's class was canceled (this is back to reality, not my dream) because of a belly dance that was at 4. It was actually quite interesting. Unfortunately, the CDs they were using had been scrached previously. So John's computer didn't want to play them. They would play the CD but stop as it got to the scratched spot. My computer does that as well. It will play any part of the CD but at the track that's scratched, it will play and then stop...of course, it was the tracks they were using that were scratched. The show went well otherwise. I can say I witnessed a cultural expierence today.
Anyway, I came home and my family and I went to eat at Applebee's.
Now there are 2 things that should be mentioned:
1) The title "...because of the diamond" is a phrase that John uses to describe anytime plot is being used in improv. If you're saying anything that can be imidiately followed with "...because of the diamond" you're going into plot. However, I think it would be a good title to a writen story.
2) If I'm going to give a "quick update" I have to leave improv workshops and rehearsals out of it. I even went back to shorten out some details from Saturday. Then Monday night is another workshop for Robot Parade...which is this Friday. Maybe I'll be able to give a shorter update for that.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
New Parody
I wrote a new song parody. I used to write them all the time between 2002 and 2005. But it slowed down. The last one I wrote was for Poetry Writing II which was a parody to Bruce Springsteen's "Jungleland" called "Funco Land".
This is a parody to Kid Rock's "All Summer Long"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RiEyV3DVv1o
I was upset that it samples Warren Zevon's "Werewolves Of London" but has nothing to do with werewolves...however, it over glorifies one of the worst songs ever written which is "Sweet Home Alabama." I put a link to the youtube video that plays the song with the original lyrics. You can use it to read along to my lyrics. This new song is about this guy who goes to Alabama hunting a werewolf. But he meets this really kinky girl from the UK who just so happens to be a werewolf. But he's so annamored with her (if that's the word) that he doesn't realize that she's the beast he's been hunting...until it was too late.
Chasing A British Werewolf (All Summer Long)
By: David Rushing
Parody to “All Summer Long” by: Kid Rock
It was 2009, I was visiting the Southern States
When I met this really kinky British girl
We met in the city of Loxley and she was very foxy
In Alabama she took me for a whirl!
CENS-Sord! Censored!
Censored! Censored! Censored!
That summer was a blast
And went by way too fast
If only I knew then why we were both there
I was personally on a hunt
Didn’t know she’d be all I’d want
Whenever the moonlight grew out her hair
[Chorus:]
But I was hunting a Wolf Man
Didn’t think it was a Wo-Man
As we got very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d only see her in the daylight, packed silver bullets before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Yes I was on a mission
But distracted by her kissin’
Never got the hint when she started licking me
I had to try to remember
To stop the beast before September
I didn’t know but somehow, she was the key
While I was hunting some Wolf Man
And never knew it be a Wo-Man
As we would get very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d see her only in the daylight, Silver bullets packing before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Now nothing sucks as much as when my blood began to rush
When my silver bullets brought her life to an end
She just had to be the one I was chasing since I begun.
I’ll never hear “Werewolves Of London” the same way again
[Chorus]
But I was hunting a Wolf Man
Didn’t think it was a Wo-Man
As we got very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d only see her in the daylight, packed silver bullets before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
This is a parody to Kid Rock's "All Summer Long"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RiEyV3DVv1o
I was upset that it samples Warren Zevon's "Werewolves Of London" but has nothing to do with werewolves...however, it over glorifies one of the worst songs ever written which is "Sweet Home Alabama." I put a link to the youtube video that plays the song with the original lyrics. You can use it to read along to my lyrics. This new song is about this guy who goes to Alabama hunting a werewolf. But he meets this really kinky girl from the UK who just so happens to be a werewolf. But he's so annamored with her (if that's the word) that he doesn't realize that she's the beast he's been hunting...until it was too late.
Chasing A British Werewolf (All Summer Long)
By: David Rushing
Parody to “All Summer Long” by: Kid Rock
It was 2009, I was visiting the Southern States
When I met this really kinky British girl
We met in the city of Loxley and she was very foxy
In Alabama she took me for a whirl!
CENS-Sord! Censored!
Censored! Censored! Censored!
That summer was a blast
And went by way too fast
If only I knew then why we were both there
I was personally on a hunt
Didn’t know she’d be all I’d want
Whenever the moonlight grew out her hair
[Chorus:]
But I was hunting a Wolf Man
Didn’t think it was a Wo-Man
As we got very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d only see her in the daylight, packed silver bullets before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Yes I was on a mission
But distracted by her kissin’
Never got the hint when she started licking me
I had to try to remember
To stop the beast before September
I didn’t know but somehow, she was the key
While I was hunting some Wolf Man
And never knew it be a Wo-Man
As we would get very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d see her only in the daylight, Silver bullets packing before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Now nothing sucks as much as when my blood began to rush
When my silver bullets brought her life to an end
She just had to be the one I was chasing since I begun.
I’ll never hear “Werewolves Of London” the same way again
[Chorus]
But I was hunting a Wolf Man
Didn’t think it was a Wo-Man
As we got very kinky to a Zevon song
I’d only see her in the daylight, packed silver bullets before midnight
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Chasing a British werewolf all summer long
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Short...maybe
So, I've noticed that a lot of my blog entries have been really extreamly long. For some reason, I have a tendency to get over discripted about things that don't really need to be overly described. I'm hoping for this entry to be shorter though at this point, I have no idea how long it's going to be. But I think I can sum up what I want to say for this entry with a few sentences.
My mom rented STAR TREK tonight from redbox. So my mom, my grandma and I had a movie night!
There, that was short and to the point. Good night.
My mom rented STAR TREK tonight from redbox. So my mom, my grandma and I had a movie night!
There, that was short and to the point. Good night.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
That Wasn't A Cookie...(die)
So, tonight during improv workshop, I had one personal challenge for myself. I wanted to attempt one more accent that I haven't decided yet to try out myself on stage in the safety of class. I wound up using a French accent. I don't know if I did it well; but I did get a laugh. 2 personal challenges completed...attempt an accent and make people laugh.
Side note: Making people laugh isn't an improv goal. It's a personal goal I have in everyday life. If I can do something that makes someone laugh, it makes me feel good...whether I found it to be funny or not. When put into an improv context, making people laugh is not the goal for the performer as much as good scene work and relationships. Put it this way; if good improv is like good cake, then getting a laugh from the audience is like icing on the cake...cake that is just as good without the icing (Dictionary Soup is a good example of this...one of THE BEST Dictionary Soup shows that I've seen had the audience crying at the end). What is important is what you give to the audience. If they laugh, it's great. If they are engaged at the ending of the scene and not board to death, that's the improtant thing...like a slice of cake that doesn't need icing...
Side note 2: It still feels good when I get a laugh...especially from the class instructor...but then again, I always liked icing.
I also got to play Cookie Monster in a scene and I got killed by a NerfBall (hence the title). But the challenge from John tonight was for me to play a steriotypical homosexual. I wasn't too sure why at the time. He had me play a non-steriotypical homosexual 2 Saturdays ago for the purpose of exspressing emotion. I think he wanted me to play a steriotypical homosexual tonight because I've been having issues with physical body movements and poses on stage; there is me, and then there is me with a hunched back. I've been trying to change but I haven't been able to based upon body size and phsicality of my body as it is. Well, if that was the purpose, well then I clame sucess. But there is a possability that he wanted me to see if I could do so without actually calling my charicter a homosexual. I never brought it up...well, not in subject anyway. I hinted at it through body motions and what not.
Anyway, based upon my issue with physicality and what not, Julie had me do an exercise in a mirror after class was overwith to walk up to the mirror leading with a different part of my body...leading with different body parts...leading with my elbows creates a different character for example than leading with my nose...or my ankle, or my butt, or my pinky finger, ect. She actually suggested that I "lead with my knees" on Saturday during class in a scene we were in...I now understand why.
I need to keep these in mind:
1) Workshop is there for me to try out things that might suck before I try them out on stage.
2) The audience laughing at something said on stage is like icing on the cake...and I will get more laughs attempting something at full force than shying away from trying.
3) Changing my physical stance could be as simple as what part of the body I lead with.
I could give more...but it's late and I didn't mention anything else.
Side note: Making people laugh isn't an improv goal. It's a personal goal I have in everyday life. If I can do something that makes someone laugh, it makes me feel good...whether I found it to be funny or not. When put into an improv context, making people laugh is not the goal for the performer as much as good scene work and relationships. Put it this way; if good improv is like good cake, then getting a laugh from the audience is like icing on the cake...cake that is just as good without the icing (Dictionary Soup is a good example of this...one of THE BEST Dictionary Soup shows that I've seen had the audience crying at the end). What is important is what you give to the audience. If they laugh, it's great. If they are engaged at the ending of the scene and not board to death, that's the improtant thing...like a slice of cake that doesn't need icing...
Side note 2: It still feels good when I get a laugh...especially from the class instructor...but then again, I always liked icing.
I also got to play Cookie Monster in a scene and I got killed by a NerfBall (hence the title). But the challenge from John tonight was for me to play a steriotypical homosexual. I wasn't too sure why at the time. He had me play a non-steriotypical homosexual 2 Saturdays ago for the purpose of exspressing emotion. I think he wanted me to play a steriotypical homosexual tonight because I've been having issues with physical body movements and poses on stage; there is me, and then there is me with a hunched back. I've been trying to change but I haven't been able to based upon body size and phsicality of my body as it is. Well, if that was the purpose, well then I clame sucess. But there is a possability that he wanted me to see if I could do so without actually calling my charicter a homosexual. I never brought it up...well, not in subject anyway. I hinted at it through body motions and what not.
Anyway, based upon my issue with physicality and what not, Julie had me do an exercise in a mirror after class was overwith to walk up to the mirror leading with a different part of my body...leading with different body parts...leading with my elbows creates a different character for example than leading with my nose...or my ankle, or my butt, or my pinky finger, ect. She actually suggested that I "lead with my knees" on Saturday during class in a scene we were in...I now understand why.
I need to keep these in mind:
1) Workshop is there for me to try out things that might suck before I try them out on stage.
2) The audience laughing at something said on stage is like icing on the cake...and I will get more laughs attempting something at full force than shying away from trying.
3) Changing my physical stance could be as simple as what part of the body I lead with.
I could give more...but it's late and I didn't mention anything else.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Thursday - weekend...yeah
So, I haven't updated since EARLY Thursday morning. So let me give a brief run down on what's happened since then...
Thrusday:
After I got up I had breakfast. While eating breakfast, I got a call from my church asking me to come in that day or Friday to change the sign. I just simply decided to take care of it Thrusday afternoon since I was taking care of everything Thursday. So I went to church and changed the sign. (By the way, this is the "old style" sign...a glass case still has to be unlocked to changed the sign with individual letters...not the digital type in like some more high tech churches have). It was extreamely windy Thursday afternoon and the case is propped open with a pvc pipe that is really too thin to hold it up when it's that windy. For one side of the sign, I had to prop it up with my back. But all in all, it took aproximately an hour to change and put the old letters back in the cubbies they're kept in when not in use. Then, I headed out to Lawrence. I made sure I'd be able to walk in December with the Summer and Winter graduates from KU. Then I went to get my cap, gown, tassle, and announcements...for just over $48.00. It's like KU's way of getting the last butt kick of cash out of me. Anyway, I left there and headed to Bonner for 92 Monsters and Red Rubber Ball rehearsal. Then after raising a blue streak because of traffic at 5:15, road construction and a train, I made it to rehearsal with about 4 minutes to spare. Anyway, 92 Monsters and Red Rubber Ball were the shows at the Roving Imp Friday night. I was in 92 Monsters and boothed for Red Rubber Ball. At the end of rehearsal, we played Lunch Money...remind me to do a blog about that game sometime...
Friday:
After I got up, I took my grandma to breakfast. Then after getting home, I watched Thursday's The Office on NBC.com. I think it was one of the shining moments for the season so far...even though some of my fellow Office watching friends think it totally sucks this season...I could do a blog about that too but I really want to get on with this. Anyway, I got ready and headed to the Roving Imp to perform in 92 Monsters. We did Ellen DeGenerous. I feel that I was able to succed in 1 goal which was to play a high energy character. Unfortuantely, the character I had wasn't a strong character...just very energetic. Anyway, that was the first half. The second half of 92 Monsters, took place in a cartoon world and we learned a lot about the personal life of Elmer Fudd. I was able to call out a funny line when my scene partner attempted to be Buggs Bunny with a "carrot" in his mouth, I told him to take the spoon out of his mouth (this succeded in a laugh because the audience expected it to be a carrot too). Unfortunately, I don't remember much else about my role other than that my scene partner and I were members of a city councel who couldn't agree on anything...oh, and we had a running gagg with the "spoon" where he would smack me on the forehead with it. Anyway, for Red Rubber Ball, I went back to the booth and hooked up someone's iPod to the speaker system. But for some reason, it didn't want to interface with the computer (it was in a rubber casing and the chord seemed to not go in all the way...that's one possable reason). Anyway, John came back and had me hook it up to the Imp's computer library database...it got worked into the scene as Billy Joel was killed. Second half was smoother. They did a Plus Ronde and I was able to pull the lights and have it end with Julie and Nifer...who had started the show...only this time, their situations were reverse. And that was Friday night. We entered into the early hours of Saturday morning hanging out and talking.
Saturday:
I got up, ate breakfast, showered, and headed to the Imp for the Saturday afternoon workshop. We had a very small class that day. It was just myself, Nifer, Julie, Steve, and Justin. Joey was their for the first half of rehearsal with his new girlfriend. But they left at before we started working on the long form. I can't remember if anything really stood out in my performance in class but I do know that I want to work a lot with accents. Maybe tomorrow night/morning, I'll have a blog about accents. Anyway, after class, I came home and got ready to go back out to the Imp to see Dial-A-Show and for the Improv Jam. It was packed...but that's nothing new for Jam nights. I got to be in 3 games during the Jam. One was 3 Simple Rules. The rules were 1)No using a words that started with the letter S, 2)An impersonation of Paris Hilton (to keep this blog family friendly, I won't mention any lines), and 3)hunch-back. The other game I was in was Sports caster. I was participating in the sporting event of vaccume cleaning. There is really no other way around saying it but I truely feel like I sucked at that...I did okay...I had done that a few times back when I was in Survivor and it worked out well, but of everything I was involved with, that was the game I wish I could have not been in...but I'm not used to 3 contestants. But whatever...the other one was "I like my woman (or I like my men) like I like my _______." I personally felt like I was on fire in that one. Anyway, after the Jam, a few of us headed over to the house of the family that got everyone to come to the Jam and we hung around and talked. Anyway, future results of some of the things I talked about may show up here in the future.
Sunday:
Got to church late again...as usual. Came home, then took my grandma...but she came back with my mom while I came home and napped. Then, I got up late from my nap...again...to get some lunch and head out to Bonner for Nifer's improv class. I do have one high light I want to mention. I did attempt in pulling off a Russian accent. It wasn't executed great...but did come across as central-to-Eastern European. I call this not on the nose...but on the face. Anyway, I felt good about it (except that I decided to attempt it in a scene that wouldn't last longer than 1 minute...that's the only thing I'm not happy about it). I also attempted different physical stances...this needs work on I think it's harder because I don't exactly have a body that can comfortably do that and sustain a character. But we'll see how it works out.
Anyway, to me, it's still Sunday. But it's 6:20 Monday morning. So I'm going to bed.
(I just hope it doesn't snow today like they're predicting. I hate snow so much).
Thrusday:
After I got up I had breakfast. While eating breakfast, I got a call from my church asking me to come in that day or Friday to change the sign. I just simply decided to take care of it Thrusday afternoon since I was taking care of everything Thursday. So I went to church and changed the sign. (By the way, this is the "old style" sign...a glass case still has to be unlocked to changed the sign with individual letters...not the digital type in like some more high tech churches have). It was extreamely windy Thursday afternoon and the case is propped open with a pvc pipe that is really too thin to hold it up when it's that windy. For one side of the sign, I had to prop it up with my back. But all in all, it took aproximately an hour to change and put the old letters back in the cubbies they're kept in when not in use. Then, I headed out to Lawrence. I made sure I'd be able to walk in December with the Summer and Winter graduates from KU. Then I went to get my cap, gown, tassle, and announcements...for just over $48.00. It's like KU's way of getting the last butt kick of cash out of me. Anyway, I left there and headed to Bonner for 92 Monsters and Red Rubber Ball rehearsal. Then after raising a blue streak because of traffic at 5:15, road construction and a train, I made it to rehearsal with about 4 minutes to spare. Anyway, 92 Monsters and Red Rubber Ball were the shows at the Roving Imp Friday night. I was in 92 Monsters and boothed for Red Rubber Ball. At the end of rehearsal, we played Lunch Money...remind me to do a blog about that game sometime...
Friday:
After I got up, I took my grandma to breakfast. Then after getting home, I watched Thursday's The Office on NBC.com. I think it was one of the shining moments for the season so far...even though some of my fellow Office watching friends think it totally sucks this season...I could do a blog about that too but I really want to get on with this. Anyway, I got ready and headed to the Roving Imp to perform in 92 Monsters. We did Ellen DeGenerous. I feel that I was able to succed in 1 goal which was to play a high energy character. Unfortuantely, the character I had wasn't a strong character...just very energetic. Anyway, that was the first half. The second half of 92 Monsters, took place in a cartoon world and we learned a lot about the personal life of Elmer Fudd. I was able to call out a funny line when my scene partner attempted to be Buggs Bunny with a "carrot" in his mouth, I told him to take the spoon out of his mouth (this succeded in a laugh because the audience expected it to be a carrot too). Unfortunately, I don't remember much else about my role other than that my scene partner and I were members of a city councel who couldn't agree on anything...oh, and we had a running gagg with the "spoon" where he would smack me on the forehead with it. Anyway, for Red Rubber Ball, I went back to the booth and hooked up someone's iPod to the speaker system. But for some reason, it didn't want to interface with the computer (it was in a rubber casing and the chord seemed to not go in all the way...that's one possable reason). Anyway, John came back and had me hook it up to the Imp's computer library database...it got worked into the scene as Billy Joel was killed. Second half was smoother. They did a Plus Ronde and I was able to pull the lights and have it end with Julie and Nifer...who had started the show...only this time, their situations were reverse. And that was Friday night. We entered into the early hours of Saturday morning hanging out and talking.
Saturday:
I got up, ate breakfast, showered, and headed to the Imp for the Saturday afternoon workshop. We had a very small class that day. It was just myself, Nifer, Julie, Steve, and Justin. Joey was their for the first half of rehearsal with his new girlfriend. But they left at before we started working on the long form. I can't remember if anything really stood out in my performance in class but I do know that I want to work a lot with accents. Maybe tomorrow night/morning, I'll have a blog about accents. Anyway, after class, I came home and got ready to go back out to the Imp to see Dial-A-Show and for the Improv Jam. It was packed...but that's nothing new for Jam nights. I got to be in 3 games during the Jam. One was 3 Simple Rules. The rules were 1)No using a words that started with the letter S, 2)An impersonation of Paris Hilton (to keep this blog family friendly, I won't mention any lines), and 3)hunch-back. The other game I was in was Sports caster. I was participating in the sporting event of vaccume cleaning. There is really no other way around saying it but I truely feel like I sucked at that...I did okay...I had done that a few times back when I was in Survivor and it worked out well, but of everything I was involved with, that was the game I wish I could have not been in...but I'm not used to 3 contestants. But whatever...the other one was "I like my woman (or I like my men) like I like my _______." I personally felt like I was on fire in that one. Anyway, after the Jam, a few of us headed over to the house of the family that got everyone to come to the Jam and we hung around and talked. Anyway, future results of some of the things I talked about may show up here in the future.
Sunday:
Got to church late again...as usual. Came home, then took my grandma...but she came back with my mom while I came home and napped. Then, I got up late from my nap...again...to get some lunch and head out to Bonner for Nifer's improv class. I do have one high light I want to mention. I did attempt in pulling off a Russian accent. It wasn't executed great...but did come across as central-to-Eastern European. I call this not on the nose...but on the face. Anyway, I felt good about it (except that I decided to attempt it in a scene that wouldn't last longer than 1 minute...that's the only thing I'm not happy about it). I also attempted different physical stances...this needs work on I think it's harder because I don't exactly have a body that can comfortably do that and sustain a character. But we'll see how it works out.
Anyway, to me, it's still Sunday. But it's 6:20 Monday morning. So I'm going to bed.
(I just hope it doesn't snow today like they're predicting. I hate snow so much).
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Ceremony
On December 13, 2009, I have a chance to be recognized in a graduation ceremony along with other summer and winter graduates from KU. This is a Sunday starting at 2pm. I don't know how long it'll take but I am pretty sure that, at best, I would be late for Nifer's improv class if I even go to class at all. I know what anyone who will come across this blog would probably be saying:
"This guy is contemplating between his own graduation ceremony and an improv class he does on a weekly basis."
And if you're not thinking that, you're thinking:
"Wow, this guy really likes his improv!"
Or you might even be thinking:
"I'm hungry, when's lunch (or breakfast or dinner depending on when you read this)".
Well, the truth is that at least 2 of these are correct. The last one is correct in some cases because you may really be hungry when you read this. It just doesn't have anything to do with the topic at hand. The first one is correct because, though I do intend on going to the ceremony, nothing hurts me worse than to miss an improv class. And that is because the second one is correct. If I'm lucky, I'm doing something involving improv as much as 5 nights a week. Thrusday night - Monday night...though sometimes as seldom as Saturday afternoon - Monday night. Improv is really the only thing in my life currently that makes life worth living.
Side note: I suffer from mild depression every now and then...To the point where I don't care about anything and...though I don't become suicidal...I do question the usefulness of my life and if it would matter to anyone if I died in a horrindous car accident. Sometimes I feel the need to cry but without knowing a reason. I call this "mild depression" because it's not diagnosed by a profeshinal...I can't afford it because I don't have a job...I will explain this in another blog update. I tryed to hear and it just got really long...
Anyway, so yeah, improv is what I find makes life worth living. Even if I don't perform, it's the haning out with my friends afterwords that just helps me unwind because we all have past issues and things that have made us who we are today. Some of my issues are shared with others and some aren't.
But this update is really about the fact that I don't want to have to miss class for a ceremony that only a select number of family and friends will be able to attend...but I spent 7 years trying for that degree and I know people will be upset with me if I don't walk across the stage. I even brought it up in class last Sunday and everyone was like yeah...go for it.
I don't know what I hope or want to accomplish in typing this update. I think I just wanted to get something said in my own words.
"This guy is contemplating between his own graduation ceremony and an improv class he does on a weekly basis."
And if you're not thinking that, you're thinking:
"Wow, this guy really likes his improv!"
Or you might even be thinking:
"I'm hungry, when's lunch (or breakfast or dinner depending on when you read this)".
Well, the truth is that at least 2 of these are correct. The last one is correct in some cases because you may really be hungry when you read this. It just doesn't have anything to do with the topic at hand. The first one is correct because, though I do intend on going to the ceremony, nothing hurts me worse than to miss an improv class. And that is because the second one is correct. If I'm lucky, I'm doing something involving improv as much as 5 nights a week. Thrusday night - Monday night...though sometimes as seldom as Saturday afternoon - Monday night. Improv is really the only thing in my life currently that makes life worth living.
Side note: I suffer from mild depression every now and then...To the point where I don't care about anything and...though I don't become suicidal...I do question the usefulness of my life and if it would matter to anyone if I died in a horrindous car accident. Sometimes I feel the need to cry but without knowing a reason. I call this "mild depression" because it's not diagnosed by a profeshinal...I can't afford it because I don't have a job...I will explain this in another blog update. I tryed to hear and it just got really long...
Anyway, so yeah, improv is what I find makes life worth living. Even if I don't perform, it's the haning out with my friends afterwords that just helps me unwind because we all have past issues and things that have made us who we are today. Some of my issues are shared with others and some aren't.
But this update is really about the fact that I don't want to have to miss class for a ceremony that only a select number of family and friends will be able to attend...but I spent 7 years trying for that degree and I know people will be upset with me if I don't walk across the stage. I even brought it up in class last Sunday and everyone was like yeah...go for it.
I don't know what I hope or want to accomplish in typing this update. I think I just wanted to get something said in my own words.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday
Well, the weekend ended and Monday came...Monday night being the last night of improv for me for as much as 3 nights...sometimes as much as 5 nights but this week, I'll go back on Thursday.
But that's not the point to the blog.
Tonight's improv class was lead by Nifer. At one point we played Super Hero Wedding (simular to Super Hero Funeral only more fun than depressing). I started as a charicter that was mostly myself.
Let me take sometime to say that I usually wind up playing "myself" on stage when I'm not stopped and reguided. I put quotes because I'm not really myself...I'm a character. But for some reason, I keep playing charicters who are very much like me...in stance and speaking quality...they just don't have the same personal history.
Anyway, back to the Wedding. Nifer stopped me and told me that she wanted me to play a charicter who had an Irish accent. Honestly, the only way I can get an Irish accent is after I've listened to The Elders for a while. I told her that I couldn't guarentee an Irish accent...it may be a Mexican Irish Pirate accent (or whatever was the phrase I used). She told me that it's quite alright to be wrong with an accent and infact extramely funnier to the audience if you're off on an accent. So I gave the Irish accent a go...
I have a couple of fears when I play a charicter outside of my personal physical/genetic disposition (if that's an acurate phrasing). I'm worried about playing someone who's female, homo(bi)sexual, from another country, migit, or any number of charicters unless I've done it before. My main fear is actually offending someone in the audience. So far, the only thing I can think of that could have actually offended someone with what I said was when I brought up H1N1 and someone in the audience had had it...and the last time they were there it was mentioned...I place it under current event rather than offencive. But that's just me. But part of the reason that some people have been turned off of improv is because they have been offended. Recently, improv in KC got a bad rap for doing gay steriotype jokes in a "scripted" show. It's associated with improv because apparently everyone involved is from an improv troupe. I also have some friends who perform improv...but saw a show in Chicago and then said that they were offended saying if that was their first idea of improv, they would be turned off of improv for life. So I have a fear of offending someone. This is more likely when you play someone of a different gender or sexual orientation or physical handicap. But depending on where they come from, a bad accent may be offensive. That's my main fear.
I also fear being ridiculed for having a wrong accent. I don't mind getting a laugh. I'm just not wanting it to be something that get's called out like "wait, by that accent, you can't be from Russia, you're obviosly from Austraila." This is like building a pyramid with your improv and then removing the lower block...and it all comes tumbling down.
In improv, we're told we can do no wrong. We can wind up doing no funny...which is why we take classes...but we can do no wrong. So I'd like to be able to choose for myself to play a character with different things like I stated without feeling like I am wrong...or without fear that I will do something offencive.
By the way, I succedded in being funny with the accent. It was completely horrible and sounded more like a Mexican-British pirate. But everyone found it funny.
But that's not the point to the blog.
Tonight's improv class was lead by Nifer. At one point we played Super Hero Wedding (simular to Super Hero Funeral only more fun than depressing). I started as a charicter that was mostly myself.
Let me take sometime to say that I usually wind up playing "myself" on stage when I'm not stopped and reguided. I put quotes because I'm not really myself...I'm a character. But for some reason, I keep playing charicters who are very much like me...in stance and speaking quality...they just don't have the same personal history.
Anyway, back to the Wedding. Nifer stopped me and told me that she wanted me to play a charicter who had an Irish accent. Honestly, the only way I can get an Irish accent is after I've listened to The Elders for a while. I told her that I couldn't guarentee an Irish accent...it may be a Mexican Irish Pirate accent (or whatever was the phrase I used). She told me that it's quite alright to be wrong with an accent and infact extramely funnier to the audience if you're off on an accent. So I gave the Irish accent a go...
I have a couple of fears when I play a charicter outside of my personal physical/genetic disposition (if that's an acurate phrasing). I'm worried about playing someone who's female, homo(bi)sexual, from another country, migit, or any number of charicters unless I've done it before. My main fear is actually offending someone in the audience. So far, the only thing I can think of that could have actually offended someone with what I said was when I brought up H1N1 and someone in the audience had had it...and the last time they were there it was mentioned...I place it under current event rather than offencive. But that's just me. But part of the reason that some people have been turned off of improv is because they have been offended. Recently, improv in KC got a bad rap for doing gay steriotype jokes in a "scripted" show. It's associated with improv because apparently everyone involved is from an improv troupe. I also have some friends who perform improv...but saw a show in Chicago and then said that they were offended saying if that was their first idea of improv, they would be turned off of improv for life. So I have a fear of offending someone. This is more likely when you play someone of a different gender or sexual orientation or physical handicap. But depending on where they come from, a bad accent may be offensive. That's my main fear.
I also fear being ridiculed for having a wrong accent. I don't mind getting a laugh. I'm just not wanting it to be something that get's called out like "wait, by that accent, you can't be from Russia, you're obviosly from Austraila." This is like building a pyramid with your improv and then removing the lower block...and it all comes tumbling down.
In improv, we're told we can do no wrong. We can wind up doing no funny...which is why we take classes...but we can do no wrong. So I'd like to be able to choose for myself to play a character with different things like I stated without feeling like I am wrong...or without fear that I will do something offencive.
By the way, I succedded in being funny with the accent. It was completely horrible and sounded more like a Mexican-British pirate. But everyone found it funny.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Follow Through
Okay, so first things first, I finally found the school I was looking for where I'm seeing Joseph and the Amazing Technocolored Dreamcoat tomorrow night...FINALLY.
Also, there is now finally a "dislike" option for Facebook. Here's what you need. You need to have Firefox. Then, you need to follow a link to a place where you can download the add-on. Then, you need to restart Firefox. Then, you need to go back to Facebook and open it up. Finally, you need a faster modem (apperently) than I have.
Oh well, I promise to only use the "dislike" option for good. For example, a status update says "Katie Dongohimer has gotten the Swine and died because her health insurence didn't give her permission to get it..." that would be a "dislike". "Jim Branson chopped off a toe on my way to work..." that would be a "dislike". "Mary Huntington got an A in Anthropology. Good thing I stayed up 2 nights in a row studying..." that would not be a "dislike" because Mary passed...although in this situation, I'd probably go for a "like" and a "dislike". She passed...Like...but she stayed up 2 nights in a row studying..."Dislike" because coming up to finals, she really needed to study but she really needed to sleep too.
Anyway, that is my general rule of ethics for liking and disliking. By the way, Katie, Jim, and Mary don't exist. I made them up. I don't really have time to get permission from my real friends to mention their status updates...and so are the status updates made up.
Also, there is now finally a "dislike" option for Facebook. Here's what you need. You need to have Firefox. Then, you need to follow a link to a place where you can download the add-on. Then, you need to restart Firefox. Then, you need to go back to Facebook and open it up. Finally, you need a faster modem (apperently) than I have.
Oh well, I promise to only use the "dislike" option for good. For example, a status update says "Katie Dongohimer has gotten the Swine and died because her health insurence didn't give her permission to get it..." that would be a "dislike". "Jim Branson chopped off a toe on my way to work..." that would be a "dislike". "Mary Huntington got an A in Anthropology. Good thing I stayed up 2 nights in a row studying..." that would not be a "dislike" because Mary passed...although in this situation, I'd probably go for a "like" and a "dislike". She passed...Like...but she stayed up 2 nights in a row studying..."Dislike" because coming up to finals, she really needed to study but she really needed to sleep too.
Anyway, that is my general rule of ethics for liking and disliking. By the way, Katie, Jim, and Mary don't exist. I made them up. I don't really have time to get permission from my real friends to mention their status updates...and so are the status updates made up.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
RED BOX
So, I watched the movie ICE AGE: DAWN OF THE DINOSAURS this evening. My mom had Red boxed it yesterday and watched it with my grandma while I was at my Monday night workshop. So I watched it tonight. What is it with the sequels to the "family friendly" movies that they have to dumb themselves down to the point where they're now meant for stupid 3 year olds who aren't going to get any smarter with the help of their parents. I know I pick weird things to diss on movies about. But I decided I couldn't really watch it anymore the moment that the main charicters go into the underground lair of all the dinosaurs who avoided the mass extinction from 65 million years ago from (or in relation to) the huge asteroid that crashed into the Yucotan Paninsala probably by hiding in a cave that led to a lava dome that preserved their species...okay, maybe I should just choose that as the reason not to watch it in the first place...but there wasw an Ankliosaurs that right away tried to attack the main charicters so that he could eat them like the carnavore that he was...when ankliosaurs was not a carnavore. If he was, he wouldn't have been made with armor on his back but with weapons on his feet...
I know what you're saying: David, you're arguing about a kiddie movie being wrong.
First of all, it's not a "kiddie movie" it's a "family movie." If it were a kiddie movie it would be G instead of PG...of course, this is why I don't like a lot of PG movies because they just dumb everything down...more often than not, a kid or a dog saves the day by kicking or byting the bad guy in the butt or the frontal region. People are complaining that America becoming dumbed down and the truth is that we're making them that way from a young age.
By the way, back in my day (look at me talk like a grumpy old person), children knew the difference between what dinosaurs ate meat and what ate plants. Granted I always called the T-Rex a carnival instead of a carnivore...but still...actually, I at one point wanted to be a palentologist. But that's besides the point.
Anyway, in other news, I'm planning on going to Sumner Academy this Friday evening to see Joseph And The Amazing Technocolored Dreamcoat. Shannon from the Roving Imp sent out invites and that was always one of my favorite musicals when I was younger. But I went out to see if I could find the place and my cell phone was on navigator and was telling me to turn right where there wasn't a street...at all...just a small sidewalk. So yeah, I don't know how to get there...but I guess I should look when it's light out.
I know what you're saying: David, you're arguing about a kiddie movie being wrong.
First of all, it's not a "kiddie movie" it's a "family movie." If it were a kiddie movie it would be G instead of PG...of course, this is why I don't like a lot of PG movies because they just dumb everything down...more often than not, a kid or a dog saves the day by kicking or byting the bad guy in the butt or the frontal region. People are complaining that America becoming dumbed down and the truth is that we're making them that way from a young age.
By the way, back in my day (look at me talk like a grumpy old person), children knew the difference between what dinosaurs ate meat and what ate plants. Granted I always called the T-Rex a carnival instead of a carnivore...but still...actually, I at one point wanted to be a palentologist. But that's besides the point.
Anyway, in other news, I'm planning on going to Sumner Academy this Friday evening to see Joseph And The Amazing Technocolored Dreamcoat. Shannon from the Roving Imp sent out invites and that was always one of my favorite musicals when I was younger. But I went out to see if I could find the place and my cell phone was on navigator and was telling me to turn right where there wasn't a street...at all...just a small sidewalk. So yeah, I don't know how to get there...but I guess I should look when it's light out.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Yes, and...
That's right, it's an improv update...and I have a new goal:
I still want to improve upon BIG facial exspression. It is currently the no.1 thing still holding me back from being a stellar improvisor. However, I've gotten to the point where I am aware of it and I'm taking the steps to improve upon it.
Tonight in class, I had to exspress severe physical pain. In the scene, Julie had gotten up on some blocks (near the lobby door) while I ducked behind some blocks (near the green room door). I don't at this point in time remember what the original suggestion was, but in my mind, we started out as children playing and I said, "you can't get me!" She said something like "alright, I'll just stand here and twril my panties around." (These were improvised panties).
Before I tell anymore, let me just say that, while it takes me a while to mentally adjust to a change in the reality I had set up in my mind at the VERY beginning, I actually really enjoy what can happen when a scene is changed by someone with more expierence than me. It will usually turn out better anyway...
Anyway, I built a fort with 2 blocks. I say something like "I don't want to be hit by your underwear," but I say it in a coxing way like I bet you couldn't hit me if you tried and she came back with "okay, we won't fight I'll just twirl my panties around." My first instinct was to get up and walk around the blocks and be like "Wait, why do you think I built the fort?" this was me trying to act emotionally to the fact that she didn't go for the bluffing voice. But John stopped me and told me to respond to not just what Julie said but also what she was doing...twirlling her improv panties around for play on top of blocks. So, with this new insight to the scene that John gave me, I stepped up on the blocks and said, "okay, well, if you're going to just pull out and play with your underwear, well, I can too." Then I reached down into my pants (improvised) and pulled out my underpants from the front (still improvised) giving me an atomic frontal wedgie. I had to act like I was in a tremendous amount of pain...both with voice and facial exspression.
So, working with facial exspressions is the primary thing that I'm currently working with. But the second thing now that I want to be able to step out of is my logical mind set. The evolution of man (as a gender, not a species) has lead to me wanting to reply logically as opposed to emotionally. This causes me to miss the "between the lines" things that a scene partner says.
In another scene in class tonight, I was in a scene with Nifer in which the suggestion was "DISCO". I came on with a physical diference to my usual normal (after being suggested to) that was assigned by Nifer in the scene as being a hunchback (once again, the scene became better when my original reality got changed...I came on as a chimp in my mind). Nifer at one point, playing a charicter who was a hunchist (like racist only has problem with people with a hunch backed), told me to go ring some bells. Logically, I came back and said "There aren't any bells in this town to ring!" John stopped the scene and told me that, while my reaction did have some emotional undertones to it, it was a very logical response and that I should respond not to what Nifer said about going to find some bells to ring but what she REALLY meant by that. So I came back and said something like "well I tried to ring YOUR bells but you weren't having it!" which, though suggestive, instantly added flavor to the scene.
So, to sum up this blog entry into one statement:
Yes, I still need to work with my emotional responses and facial exspression, AND I also want to work on not just listening to what was the thing that was just said, but the meaning behind what was said...
I still want to improve upon BIG facial exspression. It is currently the no.1 thing still holding me back from being a stellar improvisor. However, I've gotten to the point where I am aware of it and I'm taking the steps to improve upon it.
Tonight in class, I had to exspress severe physical pain. In the scene, Julie had gotten up on some blocks (near the lobby door) while I ducked behind some blocks (near the green room door). I don't at this point in time remember what the original suggestion was, but in my mind, we started out as children playing and I said, "you can't get me!" She said something like "alright, I'll just stand here and twril my panties around." (These were improvised panties).
Before I tell anymore, let me just say that, while it takes me a while to mentally adjust to a change in the reality I had set up in my mind at the VERY beginning, I actually really enjoy what can happen when a scene is changed by someone with more expierence than me. It will usually turn out better anyway...
Anyway, I built a fort with 2 blocks. I say something like "I don't want to be hit by your underwear," but I say it in a coxing way like I bet you couldn't hit me if you tried and she came back with "okay, we won't fight I'll just twirl my panties around." My first instinct was to get up and walk around the blocks and be like "Wait, why do you think I built the fort?" this was me trying to act emotionally to the fact that she didn't go for the bluffing voice. But John stopped me and told me to respond to not just what Julie said but also what she was doing...twirlling her improv panties around for play on top of blocks. So, with this new insight to the scene that John gave me, I stepped up on the blocks and said, "okay, well, if you're going to just pull out and play with your underwear, well, I can too." Then I reached down into my pants (improvised) and pulled out my underpants from the front (still improvised) giving me an atomic frontal wedgie. I had to act like I was in a tremendous amount of pain...both with voice and facial exspression.
So, working with facial exspressions is the primary thing that I'm currently working with. But the second thing now that I want to be able to step out of is my logical mind set. The evolution of man (as a gender, not a species) has lead to me wanting to reply logically as opposed to emotionally. This causes me to miss the "between the lines" things that a scene partner says.
In another scene in class tonight, I was in a scene with Nifer in which the suggestion was "DISCO". I came on with a physical diference to my usual normal (after being suggested to) that was assigned by Nifer in the scene as being a hunchback (once again, the scene became better when my original reality got changed...I came on as a chimp in my mind). Nifer at one point, playing a charicter who was a hunchist (like racist only has problem with people with a hunch backed), told me to go ring some bells. Logically, I came back and said "There aren't any bells in this town to ring!" John stopped the scene and told me that, while my reaction did have some emotional undertones to it, it was a very logical response and that I should respond not to what Nifer said about going to find some bells to ring but what she REALLY meant by that. So I came back and said something like "well I tried to ring YOUR bells but you weren't having it!" which, though suggestive, instantly added flavor to the scene.
So, to sum up this blog entry into one statement:
Yes, I still need to work with my emotional responses and facial exspression, AND I also want to work on not just listening to what was the thing that was just said, but the meaning behind what was said...
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