It’s been a nice, quiet Friday, brightened up by the fact that:
- I spent most of the day listening to Mark Andrada play show tunes on his Internet radio show and was consoled by the fact that there are many other musical theatre geeks in the comedy community. (The show is for reals dope – don’t let the whole musical theatre thing dissuade you from checking it out: Way Too Early… with Mark Andrada) and;
- I found out I get to help out again with this year’s SketchFest! (I think I mentioned that in my last post, but I don’t care – I started doing some actual stuff today for it and so shut up. It counts.)
- We begin filming the next episode of CatChatz tomorrow! Hooray for cats! Meow! Meow! (On a similar note, it looks like Peanut’s starting to feel better, so hopefully she’ll be in ship-shape for the shoot.)
OK, back to point #2 (hehehehe, #2…) anybody excited about SketchFest should attend this event right here:
Drinks, fun and oysters – sounds like a party to me!
I had my Level D improv show last night at the Second City Training Centre – it was a lot of fun despite my being tired from having just driven back into town from Niagara in a rental vehicle with New York license plates than I’m paranoid I will ding because I’m a terrible parker. But there you have it, the show went well and I got to spend the rest of this Sunday evening as far away from Grey Cup nonsense as possible! (SO glad I left King/Peter before the game let out. SO. glad.)
The newest episode of CatChatz was released to the world today. This one guest stars my buddy, the very funny and talented Erin Rodgers as a Pet Psychic/Therapist who tries to help Melanie Marble (Paige McIntyre) get over her separation anxiety resulting from her catless move to the big city.
CatChatz – E05 – Pet Therapy
I hope you enjoy it! Share it with the people in your lives who love cats. (ie. Everyone, amirite? #catsrule)
Speaking of which, I’m taking Peanut to the vet on Thursday because she keeps scratching her face so much she looks like Heath Ledger’s Joker. Pet ownership is the greatest! Now, where’s Dad’s credit card, again?
Friends and supporters of cat humour, you’ll be pleased to know the newest episode of my attempt at a low-budget webseries is now available on YouTube to be viewed by all!
Check it out:
CatChatz – E04 – Feline Fashion
Check out the newest installment of my web series with Paige McIntyre: CatChatz. This episode tackles the issue of Catnip Addiction & guest stars our good pal Chris Roberts.
Check it out:
I spent the whole morning/early afternoon shooting the second episode of my webseries with Paige McIntyre and realized I don’t think I ever posted the first one here to CCC. This project started out as an assignment for our Sit-Com Writing class with Anne Fenn, but we figured we’d keep it up whenever we could, so… without further or do, I take you to CatChatz – Episode One – Cooking for your Cat:
(Sometimes the sound gets messed up mid-way, but then it gets better – it depends how crappy your computer speakers are. Mine are crappy.)
Clown College is officially over!!!! (with the exception of graduation, which will be happening in June, but who cares about actually graduating??!?! [I do, I made the Dean’s list!]) When I finished University, my Mom really wanted graduation photos, but I never got around to taking them. She might get what she asked for this time around, except I need to warn her, she’s not allowed to complain about the giant red nose.
On a different note, as the impending sense of dread looms nearby, we were given one last educational tidbit before calling it quits for the summer. Pam Thomas, casting agent, producer, manager (etc.,) who’s worked with Lorne Michaels at SNL, with KITH, with some of the SCTV crew and managed Maya Rudolph (etc.) came by to talk to us a bit about what happens après Humber…
Everything she said made sense:
- Get an agent
- Get a demo reel
- Get a website
- Move the fuck out of Canada
A one-on-one meeting with the guru turned into a one-on-two with someone who graduated 7 years ago and is currently touring the Yuk’s circuit while simultaneously working retail to get by. That’s what we call an “eye opener.”
I was worried there wouldn’t be much use for a blog that was meant to document my time at Comedy School after I graduated, but it looks like this is really just the beginning. There’s probably enough in the self-reflective element of this business that will keep me (and hopefully you) interested… for the next 7 years at least!
And if not, here’s a picture of my cat:
I suppose a great way to stick to my New Years resolution of writing more/all the time, is to write more in this blog. I know it’s supposed to be behind-the-scenes confessions about my time at Humber (Clown) College, but well, it’s the Holidays still, we don’t go back to school until Monday, so in the meantime, please excuse my non-school-based rambles.
My cat’s in heat.
(Why do I always talk about my cat? I don’t mean to. I don’t think any cat-owner means to talk about their cat(s) as much as they do. They’re just so adorably distracting.)
Last night we cuddled and spent the evening catching up on hours upon hours worth of Glee. Hey! I don’t care what you have to say! That TV show, love it or hate it, is bringing more and more children into the performing arts. I wish Con had a glee club when I attended school there. We had an improv team that couldn’t afford to go to the only improv competition for French schools in Ontario. It was all the way in Timmins. That’s pretty damn far from the Niagara Region.
We couldn’t even put on plays. We tried to once, but interest and enthusiasm among the cast was so low we had to cancel it (AND I’d nabbed the lead! #unfair) Trying to compare my high school education with high schools on TV is impossible. They don’t write shows for 300 or so French Canadian public school children, most of whom’s ambition remains “staying a live to deal pot to the next generation of Wellanders.”
I think small-town Franco-Ontarian culture does have a place within pop-culture. Somebody get me on the phone with TFO!
I should probably have written that last bit of rantiness in French.
Eh bien. Peut-être la prochaine fois.