Another week of Comedy School down.  Our performance at the Black Swan went very well.  Our troupe, “Pimprov” (pretty sure we can come up with something better, but we may be stuck in this one for a while,) were the “featured troupe” at the Swan and got to put on a 15-minute set which was, weird to say the least. But often improv is, I find.   Anyway, I’m sure we’ll go back to the Swan in the next little while because it was a really great, welcoming, comfortable place to do some improv with a bunch of other people who want to do improv.  What more can you ask for?

Well.  Money, I guess.

Which reminds me, I need a freakin’ job.  We’re quickly approaching the end of month of March, which means I have one more month until the end of school, until I move out of my current apartment to a more expensive one which I cannot afford unless I start getting paid soon.  Dear Comedy Gods: Read this blog and realize how great of a writer I am and throw me into one of your Writer’s Rooms, will ya?

My one-liner assignment went better than expected.  They’re difficult because you have very little time in which to prove you’re clever.  It normally takes me a nice lengthy anecdote to get that across.

Our next week’s Acting assignment is going to be a lot of fun.  Maybe you all can help me with something.  I need to pick a scene to perform with another person from any movie or TV show.  Comedy or anything else.  I was thinking of picking a good man and woman scene from a Woody Allen flick because I think the dialogue is great and I love the mix of neurosis and intellectualism.  Anyway, if you happen to remember any great scenes from a WA movie, comment on this post and I’ll be sure to check it out.

That being said, next week is going to be crazy busy.  We’re performing sketches on Wednesday, which requires much rehearsal and preparation and we’re putting on a clowning piece on Thursday which, on my part, will require a fair bit of choreography beforehand.  The trouble: finding somewhere to practice where people don’t mind listening to tap dancing.  Suffice it to say, my apartment’s a no go.  The downstairs neighbour will go nuts.  Not to mention scaring the crap out of the cat.  Oh well, I’ll think of something.

Before all that nonsense though, I’m pleased to be taking a brief vacation from comedy this weekend for a concert in Montreal and a reconnect with an old buddy.  I can’t wait!  Hopefully I’ll come back restored and ready for the last month of school. Also, ready to face my impending aging.  Ugh.  I’ve been dreading birthdays every year since I turned 21… last year.  *cough*

Anyway.  Bring on la belle province!