At work today, as I was trying to get some people jazzed about their impending participation in a daytime television studio audience, I saw four female comedy writers/improvisors walk through the halls of the CBC. They stopped briefly to chat, one having recognized me from an earlier improv event we had both attended. (eee!)
She proceeded to inform me they were headed to a meeting upstairs.
…And for a second, I felt really great about the future of Canadian comedy on CBC.
(Sidenote: I hope they remember this encounter if/when they get green-lit)
Seriously though, I’m super stoked about this.
If you’re interested, ask me about it. Or ask Andrew. Yeah, you’re probably way better off asking Andrew.
Or click on the image.
So many ways to learn!
Check out the fantastic artwork Rob created for Gill and my new comedy troupe:
You can ask him to create something this wonderful for YOU too!
He also smells like LUSH constantly, which is pretty much the best thing ever.
I have a confession to make. I’ve been a huge dingus.
I won tickets to see Tim and Eric this past weekend at the Danforth Music Hall and it pretty fucking much blew my mind. (Not the confession)
Admittedly, I wasn’t all that familiar with the show/the guys prior to winning the tickets, (gasp) (the confession) other than the occasional praise and constant imitation (not that I would have known) from my Humber colleagues. I thought they were just making stupid noises and making up bizarre names for the hell of it. Turns out it was SO MUCH MORE.
I really should have been listening to them then because I’ve now become obsessed.
This must be what people felt like while watching the Kids in the Hall in the 80s. Or the 90s I guess, considering I’m a bit behind in my discovery.
Either way, what I’m trying to say is… Mom and Dad, NEVER watch this show. Seriously. It’s amazing, but you’ll hate it.
“You just gotta trust that someone’ll be there to support you.”
That’s an incredible thing my buddy Eric said to a dude who went on stage to improvise for the first time last night at the renewed bi-monthly comedy variety night; Comedy Night at Musideum.
The other improvisers off-stage encouraged the new dude to get up and play a scene and despite his reticence, they eventually just literally threw him up there, no mercy. I was glad to be the person who got to play the scene. I had no idea he’d never done it before, and to be quite honest, he reacted precisely the way I think any man would to my chasing him around with a mimed whip and hot oil like some crazed dominatrix, demanding he recite his multiplication table would’ve acted; fearfully. In fact he cowered under a chair. That’s commitment.
Way to go Zach!
Also, maybe my Mom was right. Maybe I should have been a teacher.