This isn't going to be a review of improv shows I've seen this year...though I could probably do a blog on that. What I'm doing here is giving an update on the annalisist of my personal improv expierence and where I'm at now.
I got started with improv in July '08 when I "joined a troup" and then started taking classes at the Roving Imp on the 19th of July that year. Back then, I had every issue that a new improvisor could start out with wrong with me...except for an enthusiasm for improv...and the drive to get better.
Unfortunately, very few people are "born-with-it" and everyone learns at there own pace. 2 1/2 years later, I have finally gotten comfortable with moving my body, having an emotional relationship with my scene partner, playing the game...
Okay, well, I've always been comfortable playing the game. It's finding and recognizing the game I've had trouble with and still have trouble with sometimes.
Emotional relations was probably the absolute hardest hurdle for me to get over and get over seriously...in other words, real emotion, not something fake. This is one of those things that come with the territory of having a Y chromosone (I'm a guy, therefore, having an emotion and selling it are two different things).
I have always been better at short form games...the games someone sees played on the show Whose Line Is It Anyway...and not so strong at Long form. I have been trying desperately but it's been lacking. I've been in 2 long forms in the last 4 months. In September, I was in a plus rounde in which my charicter was shy but trying to fit in in a town where naked is the norm. On December 11, I was in a La Rounde that had magical potions and people died and came back as chickens and I wound up getting pregnant.
One of the reasons I haven't been strong at long form is because I've been afraid to add information...I might say something that contradicts something that someone else already said. Sometimes, it is still hard for me to find an emotion and I might wind up going for a logical response (which is also a product of having a Y chromosone). I have recently discovered that I don't catch on to my physicality.
Months ago, I had an issue with personal placement in relation to my scene partner. I would be on one end of the stage and they would be on the other. However, I have recently discovered that I've been standing too close to my scene partner. This closeness suggests something to the audiance that I don't see while I'm on stage. I've pretty much wound up putting myself into romantic situations with my scene partner that I don't notice from where I stand on stage.
Also, in scenes, I will tell a joke. There are a few problems with telling a joke in an improv scene. One is that it doesn't take the show anywhere and can, in fact, kill the scene. It sets you up for the responsability of telling more jokes. It's not needed...pure and simple. What improvisation wants is to be real and in the moment. A joke requires thought. Improv should be more actual gut reaction and not planned out preperation. Seriously, an improv scene in which a person's reactions are closer to real life emotional reaction, the better.
So now I've come to the point where I want to state the nitty gritty of where I am at in my improv for the end of 2010:
As far as I'm concerned, I've come along way in the past couple of years. I've gotten emotional. It hasn't been 100% clear what all the time but in class, I'm getting called down a lot less for it.
I've moved my body in ways that I had no idea it could move.
I've succeded in facial exspressions and, occasionally, accents.
Along with emotional, I've been responding more emotionally and less logically lately. It not where it could be. But it's a lot less.
One of my goals for going into 2011 is that I want to make absolutely sure I feel towards the other charicter. I really don't care what that feeling is, just as long as I feel something for them...love, hate, ect. I want there to be a without a doubt feeling towards them.
I want to be aware of my physicality on stage or at least be able to see it from the audiance's point of view.
Finally, I would like to be able to get by with just reacting realistically...no logical or joke responses. I also want to be able to realize when I'm about to say a joke and not do the joke. The same goes for inventing things that weren't there before...not to be confused with adding information. The information I add can be done without inventing anything new.
Anyway, this is where I see myself standing for my improv as I go from 2010 to 2011.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Matthew of the IHOP Restroom Part III
The Path of Desire and the Path of Necessity were special places. To Matthew, it looked like a nature trail. But to the people on the planet of Stroganoff, it was so much more. The Path of Necessity would read your mind and give you what you truly needed. You’re hungry; the path would provide for you a sandwich; or some other form of sustenance long enough to get by. The Path of Desire had the same function only, for the same need, hungry in this situation, cake and ice cream would be provided. It is written that the Path knows what the heart desires; but the brain is stupid.
“That is a lame saying,” Matthew said to Klaper after Klaper told Matthew the exact same saying I just said to you.
“You have no idea some of the things people have wished for when they’ve entered the Path of Desire,” Klaper said. “A chosen one that we got eight years ago made a wish that this place would be known as the land of Nude. And so therefore, all the legal documents were automatically changed for this land to be known as the land of Nude. He was kind of a pervert.”
“Why did you never change it back?” Matthew asked.
“Before that chosen one was killed in battle, a law was passed to keep the Path of Desire from changing the names of places so since then; it’s just been the Land of Nude.”
Klaper didn’t want to go into detail about the law but the simple fact of the matter was that the land’s name had been changed several times in its history. The very first name ever given to the land was the Land of Peace and Tranquility. This lasted until the very first chosen one arrived from the 3rd dimension who decided to call it The Land of Boredom. Later, the name got changed to the Land of Your Anus (which seemed to make sense in the guy’s mind then but had no real relevance to anything) and various other rude and crude names before becoming the Land of Nude.
“Well, go ahead,” Klaper said, “make a wish or three.”
Matthew had three things on his mind that he desired. For starters, he desperately wanted to relieve himself since the last time he went to use the restroom, he got swooped out of his dimension and brought to this very odd place. He was also hungry and wanted a decent breakfast. And above all else, he wanted to have a girl who was just like his beloved Katie Waller in everyway…nothing really special about that one since she was on his mind all the time anyway.
As luck would have it, right there in the middle of the path, without out saying anything at all, a nice clean restroom appeared that looked like it came straight from a hotel room. After he went in, used it, and was able to wash his hands (which is significant because had he been on the Path of Necessity, he may have just simply gotten a Johnny on the Spot) he came out to an enormous breakfast that looked like it was set for world leaders. He sat down at the table, invited Klaper to sit down and they began to have breakfast. Then, five minutes into breakfast, Matthew heard the voice of a young woman.
“Hello, can someone get me down from here?!” cried the girls voice. The voice came from up in a tree. Klaper gave Matthew a look like what all did you wish for while Matthew looked for some rope or something.
Matthew quickly found a ladder that just appeared since he needed something that would get the young woman down from a tree and the ladder was the greatest possible tool for getting the woman down. Okay, well, the ladder was diamond studded so that probably added to the extravagance as opposed to the need.
As the young woman came down, Matthew looked right at her and said, “Katie, Katie Waller?!” Matthew thought she looked everything like Katie: blue-green eyes, the perfectly shaped nose that seemed to round at the bottom and the tip, the long flowing brown hair, the lips that made her look gorgeous without making her look skanky, the breast…
“No, I’m not your beloved Katie Waller,” said the girl with a hint of rage that turned into mild but annoyed sarcasm. “I’m just like her in everyway.”
“Who are you?” asked Klaper, “and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Mary Ann Stein,” the young woman said, “I was sent here to you, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom by a combination of the Path and the Wishing Star and a few other heavenly beings and, no Matthew of the IHOP restroom, while my name is Mary Ann Stein, I’m not related to Frankenstein.”
“Wait,” said Matthew, “the Path has a wishing star?”
The Path did in deed have a wishing star. Some wishes are greater than the Path can provide. The Path could only provide inanimate objects. When a wish calls for a living, breathing person, one must go, investigate said person, find the heavenly being that was most compatible, Mary in this case, and present them in the form of the person asked for.
“So, you’re a star of some sort?” Matthew asked.
“More like a wind Gnome, I kind of…float around on the wind like a steam or a gas or something like that,” Mary said. “So, McAmsterdam, have you told IHOP Restroom over here what he’s the chosen one for yet?”
“I wish everyone would stop calling me that name!” Matthew said. “I go to IHOP Once at three in the morning, go to use the restroom and all of a sudden, I’m Matthew of the IHOP Restroom!”
“Yeah, basically,” Mary said.
“I have not,” Klaper said, “I’ve been trying to avoid it.”
“Yeah, about that,” Matthew said, “why am I here? You won’t give me valuable information because I’m an outsider and so far, everyone you’ve gotten from my dimension has died more than likely with a lack of knowledge. Why can’t you just tell me what I need to know? I don’t want to just simply die without any knowing either what it’s really for or how to prevent it.”
“You know, you dieing would actually work out well for me,” Mary said. “I can get back to my wind Gnomeing business.”
“You know, Mary Ann, what’s your deal? Why are you like that?” Matthew said. “If you’re everything like Katie Waller, you should be sweet and pleasant and fair and…”
Mary stopped him by scoffing at his ridiculous notions. When Matthew questioned why she scoffed, she asked, “do you know anything about this Katie Waller of whom you speak? You’re speaking like some gallant knight of the middle ages of your dimension who’s practicing the art of courtly love but in reality, you don’t know anything about her. Do you?!”
“I do so,” he exclaimed. “I know that she’s in an English class with me and that she’s hot.”
Klaper got out of the way because he knew that this was one subject that he didn’t want to be involved in. Matthew heisted because he knew that Mary was right. She was picked because psychologically, she was the most like Katie Waller. So she probably knew that there was more to her than he knew.
“You can’t go basing who you fall in love with based on the fact that they’re hot!” Mary exclaimed, “Trust me on this. I knew of a commit that fell in love with a distant star once. And you know what happened to the commit? It melted. That’s because commits are made of ice and stars are hot. So, I ask you if you know anything else about this Katie of yours…”
Matthew had absolutely nothing. Mary cursed the wishing star for getting her stuck as being the love interest of some guy who knew nothing of the love interest she was portraying other than the fact that she was hot…oh, and they had a class together. Klaper, who came out from hiding, decided maybe it was time to go ahead and tell Matthew about the impending battle that could potentially kill him. That should lighten things up a bit, he thought.
“That is a lame saying,” Matthew said to Klaper after Klaper told Matthew the exact same saying I just said to you.
“You have no idea some of the things people have wished for when they’ve entered the Path of Desire,” Klaper said. “A chosen one that we got eight years ago made a wish that this place would be known as the land of Nude. And so therefore, all the legal documents were automatically changed for this land to be known as the land of Nude. He was kind of a pervert.”
“Why did you never change it back?” Matthew asked.
“Before that chosen one was killed in battle, a law was passed to keep the Path of Desire from changing the names of places so since then; it’s just been the Land of Nude.”
Klaper didn’t want to go into detail about the law but the simple fact of the matter was that the land’s name had been changed several times in its history. The very first name ever given to the land was the Land of Peace and Tranquility. This lasted until the very first chosen one arrived from the 3rd dimension who decided to call it The Land of Boredom. Later, the name got changed to the Land of Your Anus (which seemed to make sense in the guy’s mind then but had no real relevance to anything) and various other rude and crude names before becoming the Land of Nude.
“Well, go ahead,” Klaper said, “make a wish or three.”
Matthew had three things on his mind that he desired. For starters, he desperately wanted to relieve himself since the last time he went to use the restroom, he got swooped out of his dimension and brought to this very odd place. He was also hungry and wanted a decent breakfast. And above all else, he wanted to have a girl who was just like his beloved Katie Waller in everyway…nothing really special about that one since she was on his mind all the time anyway.
As luck would have it, right there in the middle of the path, without out saying anything at all, a nice clean restroom appeared that looked like it came straight from a hotel room. After he went in, used it, and was able to wash his hands (which is significant because had he been on the Path of Necessity, he may have just simply gotten a Johnny on the Spot) he came out to an enormous breakfast that looked like it was set for world leaders. He sat down at the table, invited Klaper to sit down and they began to have breakfast. Then, five minutes into breakfast, Matthew heard the voice of a young woman.
“Hello, can someone get me down from here?!” cried the girls voice. The voice came from up in a tree. Klaper gave Matthew a look like what all did you wish for while Matthew looked for some rope or something.
Matthew quickly found a ladder that just appeared since he needed something that would get the young woman down from a tree and the ladder was the greatest possible tool for getting the woman down. Okay, well, the ladder was diamond studded so that probably added to the extravagance as opposed to the need.
As the young woman came down, Matthew looked right at her and said, “Katie, Katie Waller?!” Matthew thought she looked everything like Katie: blue-green eyes, the perfectly shaped nose that seemed to round at the bottom and the tip, the long flowing brown hair, the lips that made her look gorgeous without making her look skanky, the breast…
“No, I’m not your beloved Katie Waller,” said the girl with a hint of rage that turned into mild but annoyed sarcasm. “I’m just like her in everyway.”
“Who are you?” asked Klaper, “and what are you doing here?”
“My name is Mary Ann Stein,” the young woman said, “I was sent here to you, Matthew of the IHOP Restroom by a combination of the Path and the Wishing Star and a few other heavenly beings and, no Matthew of the IHOP restroom, while my name is Mary Ann Stein, I’m not related to Frankenstein.”
“Wait,” said Matthew, “the Path has a wishing star?”
The Path did in deed have a wishing star. Some wishes are greater than the Path can provide. The Path could only provide inanimate objects. When a wish calls for a living, breathing person, one must go, investigate said person, find the heavenly being that was most compatible, Mary in this case, and present them in the form of the person asked for.
“So, you’re a star of some sort?” Matthew asked.
“More like a wind Gnome, I kind of…float around on the wind like a steam or a gas or something like that,” Mary said. “So, McAmsterdam, have you told IHOP Restroom over here what he’s the chosen one for yet?”
“I wish everyone would stop calling me that name!” Matthew said. “I go to IHOP Once at three in the morning, go to use the restroom and all of a sudden, I’m Matthew of the IHOP Restroom!”
“Yeah, basically,” Mary said.
“I have not,” Klaper said, “I’ve been trying to avoid it.”
“Yeah, about that,” Matthew said, “why am I here? You won’t give me valuable information because I’m an outsider and so far, everyone you’ve gotten from my dimension has died more than likely with a lack of knowledge. Why can’t you just tell me what I need to know? I don’t want to just simply die without any knowing either what it’s really for or how to prevent it.”
“You know, you dieing would actually work out well for me,” Mary said. “I can get back to my wind Gnomeing business.”
“You know, Mary Ann, what’s your deal? Why are you like that?” Matthew said. “If you’re everything like Katie Waller, you should be sweet and pleasant and fair and…”
Mary stopped him by scoffing at his ridiculous notions. When Matthew questioned why she scoffed, she asked, “do you know anything about this Katie Waller of whom you speak? You’re speaking like some gallant knight of the middle ages of your dimension who’s practicing the art of courtly love but in reality, you don’t know anything about her. Do you?!”
“I do so,” he exclaimed. “I know that she’s in an English class with me and that she’s hot.”
Klaper got out of the way because he knew that this was one subject that he didn’t want to be involved in. Matthew heisted because he knew that Mary was right. She was picked because psychologically, she was the most like Katie Waller. So she probably knew that there was more to her than he knew.
“You can’t go basing who you fall in love with based on the fact that they’re hot!” Mary exclaimed, “Trust me on this. I knew of a commit that fell in love with a distant star once. And you know what happened to the commit? It melted. That’s because commits are made of ice and stars are hot. So, I ask you if you know anything else about this Katie of yours…”
Matthew had absolutely nothing. Mary cursed the wishing star for getting her stuck as being the love interest of some guy who knew nothing of the love interest she was portraying other than the fact that she was hot…oh, and they had a class together. Klaper, who came out from hiding, decided maybe it was time to go ahead and tell Matthew about the impending battle that could potentially kill him. That should lighten things up a bit, he thought.
Friday, December 17, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead CD 2
Well, here it is. It's the second CD in the I'll Sleep When I'm Dead Warren Zevon anthology. This took about as long to put together as the previous one took to load. I'm hoping this doesn't have any problems.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A Fighting Chance Is Better Than No Chance At All
Last Friday, I got to perform in The Next Big Improv Show.
Before I say anymore, let me direct you to my friend Chris's blog entry from Thursday September 23 that actually tells about what The Next Big Improv Show is.
It's okay, I'll wait.
Ho-Hum-Ho-Hum...
You read it? You're up to date? Okay then.
Anyway, one of the performers wasn't able to perform that night. John knew about way way in advanced. There have been some performers who haven't been able to make it and they have been cut on elimination nights because of this. But 2 performers, 1 of which already had a back up, told John months ago that they couldn't make it. The one I performed in the place of was going to his wife's graduation.
John sent an e-mail out about it back on Monday, the 6th. I was tempted to say something. But I didn't want to perform if the situation was that the guy who was getting filled in for would be eliminated if we were voted off. It's one thing to get voted off under your own merrit. It's something else to get voted off because somebody else sucked. By the time I went to rehearsal Thursday night, nobody still didn't fill in.
Early Friday morning, I sent an e-mail to John saying I would go ahead and fill in. Because of what I said in the above paragraph and the fact that the challenge was an emotion challenge...something that hasn't always been my strong point and I've only really recently gotten better at (in my opinion anyway) I said I would fill in until John found someone he considered to be better at emotional work than I was. Well, show time came and he didn't find anyone else so I wound up performing. Fortunately for me, I got to perform in the R I Spectacular show just before that due to someone else being ill.
I had an all day panic attack over it because of the possability that if I got cut, the guy would be eliminated. But if nobody stepped in, he would have more than likely been eliminted anyway because that's how it works. I had basically decided that a fighting chance was better than no chance at all.
At the end of the show, I wound up in the middle 3 (out of 9 contestants). So the good news was that the person I stepped in for would get to perform in the next one. The top 3 were judged and a winner picked and the bottom 3 were judged and the one sent home was picked. The two of us that filled in for somebody made it into the top 6. So both of our people will be coming back to the next show.
Getting to perform in the R I show before that did a world for my nerves because in that, I was playing on my own merrit. And my personal highlight was that part of the show where I did a historical interprative dance as George Washington at Valley Forge to the music of QUEEN!
Before I say anymore, let me direct you to my friend Chris's blog entry from Thursday September 23 that actually tells about what The Next Big Improv Show is.
It's okay, I'll wait.
Ho-Hum-Ho-Hum...
You read it? You're up to date? Okay then.
Anyway, one of the performers wasn't able to perform that night. John knew about way way in advanced. There have been some performers who haven't been able to make it and they have been cut on elimination nights because of this. But 2 performers, 1 of which already had a back up, told John months ago that they couldn't make it. The one I performed in the place of was going to his wife's graduation.
John sent an e-mail out about it back on Monday, the 6th. I was tempted to say something. But I didn't want to perform if the situation was that the guy who was getting filled in for would be eliminated if we were voted off. It's one thing to get voted off under your own merrit. It's something else to get voted off because somebody else sucked. By the time I went to rehearsal Thursday night, nobody still didn't fill in.
Early Friday morning, I sent an e-mail to John saying I would go ahead and fill in. Because of what I said in the above paragraph and the fact that the challenge was an emotion challenge...something that hasn't always been my strong point and I've only really recently gotten better at (in my opinion anyway) I said I would fill in until John found someone he considered to be better at emotional work than I was. Well, show time came and he didn't find anyone else so I wound up performing. Fortunately for me, I got to perform in the R I Spectacular show just before that due to someone else being ill.
I had an all day panic attack over it because of the possability that if I got cut, the guy would be eliminated. But if nobody stepped in, he would have more than likely been eliminted anyway because that's how it works. I had basically decided that a fighting chance was better than no chance at all.
At the end of the show, I wound up in the middle 3 (out of 9 contestants). So the good news was that the person I stepped in for would get to perform in the next one. The top 3 were judged and a winner picked and the bottom 3 were judged and the one sent home was picked. The two of us that filled in for somebody made it into the top 6. So both of our people will be coming back to the next show.
Getting to perform in the R I show before that did a world for my nerves because in that, I was playing on my own merrit. And my personal highlight was that part of the show where I did a historical interprative dance as George Washington at Valley Forge to the music of QUEEN!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Life, Death, and Something in the Between
Almost every day, I consider the possability that I or someone I love won't be here tomorrow...either through anger, last minute move, or death in an accident or something. I don't know why it is that this is an engrained thought, but it is. I could delve back into my personal history and talk about my grandpa's death and how, in my mind, I see it as he was murdured by Robert Cortney (the guy who diluted chemo drugs about 10-15 or so years ago), or watching my uncle take his last breath. You could look at the fact that a friend of mine died in a flood the day after he turned 18. You could look at the fact that I've been to about 10 funerals and only 4 weddings in my life. You could look at something other than death that I've lost a lot of friends to long-term moves recently and never even got to say good bye to a good number of them to their face (this has really affected me a lot).
Anyway, whatever it is, I'd like to say that I live a life that respected the people and places that are present in my life every moment of my life. I never know when that moment will be the last moment I get to have with them. I will even, if I want to do something with my friends, say that "I'll be there if I don't die tragically in a severe car accident." While this was to convey my desire to be present at said event, it really just kind of creeped my friends out.
I'll admit that I'm not exactly normal; and therefore, I don't exactly know how to exspress myself and instead, I just come across creepy or weird or the kind of person you might put on a suicide watch list. I've even been told before that I have suicidal tendencies because I've invisioned myself getting hit by a bus before. This may be "suicidal," but it's never been a desire. It's just something I have envisioned as having the possability as happening. If there's one thing I hope I have made clear in this entry, it's that I never know what's going to happen. I never know if I'll ever get the chance to see certain people or be in certain places again. If this is a suicidal tendency, to want to take in as much time with certain people as I can, then maybe I'm suicadal. I don't know. But I don't believe it to be so. What I do believe is as I've said already, is that life needs to be respected and also, as I updated my status back about the time I was starting this entry a week ago:
(David)reminds you to respect and charish your time with others. You never know if that chance will come again.The video I open this entry with is a song by the band RUSH that was going through my mind a week ago when I started to type this. Of course, YouTube had to be jerks and yada-yada. You know the rest by now. The following clip is a live recording of the song "Don't Let Us Get Sick" by (duhh) Warren Zevon. It feels right in this blog entry. You should know, though, that the video wasn't made by me.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Short, Quick and to the point
That's what she said...
Today, I changed my profile picture. Due to the fact that children get abused, people on facebook are posting pictures of cartoon charicters from their childhood. I chose Pinky from Pinky and the Brain.
Granted, he's from later in my childhood, but Anamaniacs, in which Pinky and the Brain originally aired, came out when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I updated my status about the thing in Pinky fashion.
Egad, Brain! Children are abused on a regular basis?!? We should do something like post pictures of cartoon charicters from our childhood. Because trying to get a monkey to wear pants, well that's just rediculus. For the record, I realize that I basically call out the rediculus of adding a cartoon image to help stop child abuse like it actually works. But you know, it's fun. And unlike brest cancer, there is not really a secret code on what it's about.
Second, I went out to the Roving Imp last night to see a belly dance show. It was the second belly dance show I had seen. The first one I saw was at the Roving Imp but it was held back in November 2009. Man, the changes that have been made to the Roving Imp in the last year...
Anyway, that's my update for Friday/Saturday morning. I'm in a show Saturday night!
Today, I changed my profile picture. Due to the fact that children get abused, people on facebook are posting pictures of cartoon charicters from their childhood. I chose Pinky from Pinky and the Brain.
Granted, he's from later in my childhood, but Anamaniacs, in which Pinky and the Brain originally aired, came out when I was in 4th or 5th grade. I updated my status about the thing in Pinky fashion.
Egad, Brain! Children are abused on a regular basis?!? We should do something like post pictures of cartoon charicters from our childhood. Because trying to get a monkey to wear pants, well that's just rediculus. For the record, I realize that I basically call out the rediculus of adding a cartoon image to help stop child abuse like it actually works. But you know, it's fun. And unlike brest cancer, there is not really a secret code on what it's about.
Second, I went out to the Roving Imp last night to see a belly dance show. It was the second belly dance show I had seen. The first one I saw was at the Roving Imp but it was held back in November 2009. Man, the changes that have been made to the Roving Imp in the last year...
Anyway, that's my update for Friday/Saturday morning. I'm in a show Saturday night!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thanksgiving Auto Work
Okay, so a week ago Tuesday, my car started smoking really bad. It turned out that an air bubble got into the radiator pipe and it burst causing radiator fluid to wind up all over the inside of the hood of the car. No lights came on or anything. But the temperature guage was all the way above hot. Some guy had me pull over and he took a look at it. I was with my mom and grandma at the time. We were heading to Perkin's to get some dinner. A tow truck came and took the car to CarMax. It was about 8pm so there was nobody there really to do anything. I was able to give them my keys and then wait for a cab.
On Wednesday, I got a call telling me what all was going on. But it had to stay over night because parts had to be called for. This "over night" just so happend to be going into Thanksgiving weekend. They were closed Thursday-Sunday. I even got a call Friday reminding me that nobody was there. And the shop is closed Saturday-Sunday anyway.
On Monday, they found something else wrong. They localized it to a cracked pipe.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my car was also leaking (the guy used the word "puking") oil. Not very plesant word when referring to what the oil in your car is doing...or not talking about oil at all.
Anyway, I got my car back Tuesday around 2:00 pm. This made it just shy of a full week by about 6-7 hours. I had a $50 co-pay on an extended warrenty that covered everything but what was found on Monday. Parts and labor brought the total bill to $119 and some cents.
Now, I'm going to update my blog in another day or so about the improv this last weekend. And I also thank Chris Hurt for the lift he provided with his car so that I could participate out at the Roving Imp this last weekend. But like I said, that's another blog entry for another time.
On Wednesday, I got a call telling me what all was going on. But it had to stay over night because parts had to be called for. This "over night" just so happend to be going into Thanksgiving weekend. They were closed Thursday-Sunday. I even got a call Friday reminding me that nobody was there. And the shop is closed Saturday-Sunday anyway.
On Monday, they found something else wrong. They localized it to a cracked pipe.
Oh, I forgot to mention that my car was also leaking (the guy used the word "puking") oil. Not very plesant word when referring to what the oil in your car is doing...or not talking about oil at all.
Anyway, I got my car back Tuesday around 2:00 pm. This made it just shy of a full week by about 6-7 hours. I had a $50 co-pay on an extended warrenty that covered everything but what was found on Monday. Parts and labor brought the total bill to $119 and some cents.
Now, I'm going to update my blog in another day or so about the improv this last weekend. And I also thank Chris Hurt for the lift he provided with his car so that I could participate out at the Roving Imp this last weekend. But like I said, that's another blog entry for another time.
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