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.
OK folks, something you should know about me is that I HATE doing dishes. HATE it. But the tedious, mundane and often unsettlingly repugnant task was made much more tolerable this evening as I put in my earbuds and cleaned away while listening to and learning from Toronto improv sages Adam Cawley and Rob Norman’s podcast The Backline. In it, the two share their personal experiences and discuss valuable insight into the wild and wonderful craft of improv.
If you give a shit about learning improv, you should listen and take notes.
Click the image below and download the shit outta this podcast. I’m sure the guys won’t care WHAT you’re doing while listening along…
I thought this piece was interesting & maybe helpful to any of my fellow female funny-ladies who might be writing plays anytime soon.
Check it out:
I was all excited to get out there and see some comedy shows this evening after spending a bit of time away to “recharge.” (Note, I’m not a robot.) But when I got home after work, (first day in my new job, I might add) I started to feel feverish, tired, unwell in general. I kept saying: “I’ll feel better in an hour or so.” But my condition didn’t really improve.
I then get to the point where my mind asks: “Are you really sick, or are you just trying to weasel your way out of going to shows tonight?” But I DID want to see shows. And I was NOT feeling well. Seeing shows isn’t like going to a job you don’t want to go to. You don’t need duvet-days when there’s so much great comedy to see on any given night here in Toronto.
How to balance this self-judgement? People say I’m too hard on myself, but aren’t you supposed to be in this business? Should I have just gone to the shows anyway? I’ve done that in the past when I feel kindof sick, and I don’t get anything out of the experience, I just sortof daze through the show, even if it’s a really great show, I don’t appreciate it. Then, I just go right home because I feel too crappy to socialize with anyone and I worry about getting them sick in turn.
Is this rationalization?
Is it just anxiety and over-thinking?
Does anyone else get this way?
Send me your feedback. I’d be glad to have a conversation on the body vs. mind + guilt = more guilt.