
On occasion people allow me to hold their babies for a picture. I remember the first time in recent years. That was awkward, and it was obvious I was doing it wrong. Since then I’ve improved. In this picture I look sense no fear. I actually look good. Hah! The experience led me to tweet this:
Monthly Archive: February 2011
Proof I don’t eat babies’ souls
DIE!
I’m still riding off a bit of a high from last night’s improv show, so kindly forgive me for this entry being epically late. Last night marked the end of the Theatresports 3 class, which is pretty sad if I think about it. I started in the Theatresports series of improv classes in September, and the lot of us rode it out all the way to the end. Half a year later I completely trust every single one of those people to support me in a scene, and I hope that they feel the same way about me supporting them. After each level we had a class show to present our skills in front of an audience. Last night was one such show.
You know, I admit to being entirely nervous prior to this one. I mean, being the last show of the last class I wanted to make sure we all did well. I had jitters, which normally wouldn’t come so easily. To compound things, one member of our team of three was stuck in an airport and didn’t seem to be able to make it in on time. So, we ended up with a two hander. It’s OK because we knew the games well enough and I trusted my scene partner.
In terms of the games, everyone was really on. People were spot on and to the point. Laughs were flowing freely from the audience. It was awesome. We started out with all people playing. We did a warm up game of “99 Blanks.” It involves getting a suggestion from the audience and working that into the joke. This is the setup:
99 <blanks> walk into a bar
The bartender goes: we don’t serve your kind here
The <blanks> go <witty rejoinder here>
The one I was particularly happy with was with the suggestion of lumberjacks.
99 lumberjacks walk into a bar
The bartender goes: we don’t serve your kind here
The lumberjacks go: what, you don’t serve any logger?
See…logger sounds like lager…anyway, I had fun with that one.
The first game my and my teammate played was “Oscar Moment” in which the host can call “Oscar Moment on…” on any one of us, at which point we’d get the spotlight and we’d have to overact. The previous class did this game in their show so I was concerned with how we’d make it better. We managed to, though. The scene dynamic given was a “loving relationship.” I immediately came in with food combos in hand for my mother and I. She made the offer that she was trying to get me out of the house after all these years. I countered saying how I was comfortable and needed for to continue to tuck me in at night. It was a weird mother-son dynamic but we made it work. The host kept on calling Oscar moments for both of us. He even tossed in an odd one like: “Oscar Moment on Jay for most unexpected reaction to drinking chocolate milk!” I couldn’t figure out what to do so I proceeded to act like the chocolate milk was giving me near orgasmic overload. The host also gave “Oscar Moment for both: best tangent unrelated to what you were just talking about.” I proceeded to rant about how if she was going to pack my bags for me the least she could do is roll the clothing so it wouldn’t come out creased when unpacked. Hey, worked for me. The audience loved our scene and scored it highly.
Our second scene was a game called No “L” which involved me getting a letter from the audience, then telling them to buzz us out any time we used a word with that letter. Instead of the standard game show buzzer I trained the audience to point at us and yell “DIE!” That made for an odd dynamic. Any time we were buzzed out a third player waiting in the wings would swap out the offending player. We had to borrow someone for this game. The letter we were given was “S” and the location was a spa. Heh. Yes, that meant we couldn’t even mention the location. The audience was on their game. We were frantically swapping in and out every time we were told to DIE. It was high energy, and it got the audience worked up. It wasn’t scored as highly, but it was enjoyable.
Our third scene was a game of “Forward/Reverse” where the host could at any time call “Reverse” at which point we’d have to replay the scene in reverse line by line. He could then say “Forward” to bring it forward again. We were given the suggestion of water skiing. We both knew we had to make big gestures and distinct actions to encourage reversing. Out of the gate I bent down to do a water ski. I sighed really loudly and exclaimed “GOD!” That got a few replays, but for the life of me I could not get the order of my sighing and cursing correct each time. From that point forward the scene went well. There were many repetitions of my teammate scratching my face while I was making a goo-goo face. The audience loved it and scored things highly. I was satisfied.
We ended with all playing in a game called “No Laughs.” It was at this point that our third member made it in from the airport. We got him to play. We’re supposed to be entirely serious in the scene and every time someone elicits a laugh from the audience we have to justify an exit and leave the stage. The suggest we were given for a location was a funeral. I don’t know why I did it, but I chose to pet a cat. Who does that at a funeral? There was a point where people were commenting on her preservation state. I went up and joined them. Someone said how you couldn’t tell she was dead. I quipped: “she looks waxy now as she did in real life.” That got a good laugh from the audience so I left the scene pretended to chase after the cat which left my arms.
And that was the night. Overall my team won the match by a slim margin. That’s besides the point though. This was an awesome night and an awesome show. The audience seemed to genuinely love every moment. It’s nights like these that make me glad I do this kind of things. It’s tiring and exhausting but also bloody glorious. So good.
Products of an idle mind
OK, yeah, I know I’ve posted these cookies on my social networks and all, but these look cool.
Beware a Jason that’s idle and looking to be productive. He ends up making baked goods.
Getting another week
So, the official word is that no, my first day of work will not be this coming Monday. The company that’s taking care of my new company’s background check on me needs to complete their report. While I’m sure there’s nothing in my past that will set off any alarms, it’s still somewhat unnerving for the whole process to take this long. I was warned that this would be the case, but that doesn’t make waiting any easier. Ultimately it means that I get another week off. Secretly I was hoping for that, but I need to find better ways to combat the cabin fever and post-job separation anxiety. No, I’m declaring that I’m not going to fret about this free week like I did with this past one. It’ll be more about getting stuff done than wallowing. Enough already!
Beer stocked
Back when I set out on my own the idea of having cold beer on hand seemed to be foreign.
Now I have a few kinds for different moods.
And whiskey for oatmeal.
And Bailey’s for coffee.
And wine for when I need it.
No, there’s no problem…just…is this something Jason would do?
Getting the house in order
Maybe it’s a refection of where my life is at the moment, but my condo has been in a state of disarray for the past few months. No, it’s not dirty, but more untidy than anything. For the longest time I haven’t had that much time to get it organized. There were some weeks where I was out every night. The few nights that I had to myself were ones where I just needed to rest and slack. Things have accumulated to the point where it’s now a bit overwhelming.
Yeah yeah, I can hear it now: “I don’t understand how anyone can let things get so untidy. How do you live such a horrible and irresponsible life?” Whatever. Keep your judgments to yourself.
I’m planning on using this week to get things in order. If I have to pretend that I’m having company over, then that’s the tactic I will use. The important thing is that I get on it. Having my place in this state isn’t helping with the energy flow. Maybe this is just a reflection of other things. Who knows? Point is, I need to get my house in order–in more ways than one.
The only way to stay sane
I’m debating whether being in bed all day on my first day of no work is a good or bad thing. It’s good in that I’m actually getting some proper rest. However, there’s something underlying here. I think I have a mild case of the blues. It may sound silly, but I kind of feel like I’m a little bit adrift. For a long while my job helped to define who I am. At least, it did in my head. No, I know that that’s not a good way of going about doing things at all. I feel a bit empty. It’s kind of hard to describe.
I have one week to work out this wrinkle, but my goal in my new job is to not let it have such a prominent place in my self-worth. Sure, I will spend one-third of my day there but I need to keep it compartmentalized. I have to let other aspects of my life fill in the blanks. It’s the only way to stay sane.
Beneficial feedback loops
To be surrounded by so many talented people is a blessing. I’m able to pick up inspiration and ideas from so many sources such that my life is enriched. And I feel like I’m able to do the same. It’s all almost like some awesome feedback loop where everyone benefits. I can only hope that other people feel the same way about me whenever they end up having to collaborate with me.






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