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tabular_rasaOur Improv show went well, I think. It was a tiny show, all around-- half of our number, being Jewish, were off at Seders, lol-- and we had a very tiny audience, it being a Wednesday night, and, well, the first night of Passover, and 75% of our school being Jewish, lol . . . Keith came (and all by himself! I feel kind of bad O.o), which was very nice of him (thanks, Keith! ^_^). Lisa had Orchestra, though, and everyone else had the typical WashU work or a Seder themselves, lol . . . :-P
There was a great scene with Laura and I grieving over a cat and a burrito, lol . . . and Rick getting Peter back for planting a whoopee cushion in his chair by holding him hostage for two weeks and torturing him and then finally making him poke a whoopee cushion, lol . . . and then he grew up to be a deranged fireman (actually, that was a connection back to another scene, that had everything to do with my *lost* cat, lol . . . Ahh, Niffles! Lol . . . ), who woudldn't save people's stuff, and only destroyed it-- and played video games, and called "lesser" people "Kerby," lol . . . We also made fun of fads (ugg boots, in particular, but also Tamagotchis, Milky Pens, berets, and chunky cell phones, lol . . . ).
During the jam at the end, I sat on the front of a Segway with Peter, as a child whose every day turned out exactly the same and exactly the same crappy every day in every way-- even though it totally looked like Peter was humping my head the entire time, as he *rode* the Segway, lol . . . and then Peter had phone sex with his wife (my mom) as I held the phone for him while he drove the Segway, lol . . . Wow . . .
There are awesome posters for the next show. I was worried about those pictures, but only three ended up being used, and they are photoshopped/tinted to be AWESOME. There is Zach in the scary, freaky-as-hell mask all in red and black, all like something out of a propaganda poster or "The Wall." Then there is Danny, in blue and black, and yellow for the light saber, barely visible except for the bright, yellow glowing light saber and the light it casts upon his silver face, and the slight blue-and-black tints defining his cloak, lol . . . Then, there is me. I am in green and black, and, well, I am the only person who is even barely recognizable. I am in my red plaid skirt, but it is green, too, and my legs are entirely black, and so is my tank top (but, well, it was, lol . . . ), and I look as if I am done up in green and black war paint, all over my face and all up and down my arms. Holding a darkened belligarth sword and shield, I am like Xena Warrior Princess gone Braveheart. Wow . . . lol . . . So these will be intersting to have up . . . I wonder if people will even recognize me, lol . . . I'm kind of worried, actually . . . but they are cool posters!
Speaking of cosplaying, Jessica and I have a scheme to dress up for the Pirates of the Caribbean movie when it comes out this summer. Let's start yet another cult following! Woot, being geeks at midnight showings! Lol . . . I love creating memories ^_^
Also . . . muthafucking snakes on a muthafucking plane. I think everyone needs to see that movie, too, just because it is fucking called "Snakes on a Plane." Samuel Jackson, you just made that movie, with your picky diva-ness, lol . . . That Kenan kid is in it, too, lol . . . Ahh, good times, good times . . . :-P
Edit (11:35): Our Improv troupe is suffering from a gender identity-crisis, though; last night, it was Stewart, tonight it was Rick: going in the girls' bathroom is becoming all the range amongst the young men of Suspicious of Whistlers.
There was a great scene with Laura and I grieving over a cat and a burrito, lol . . . and Rick getting Peter back for planting a whoopee cushion in his chair by holding him hostage for two weeks and torturing him and then finally making him poke a whoopee cushion, lol . . . and then he grew up to be a deranged fireman (actually, that was a connection back to another scene, that had everything to do with my *lost* cat, lol . . . Ahh, Niffles! Lol . . . ), who woudldn't save people's stuff, and only destroyed it-- and played video games, and called "lesser" people "Kerby," lol . . . We also made fun of fads (ugg boots, in particular, but also Tamagotchis, Milky Pens, berets, and chunky cell phones, lol . . . ).
During the jam at the end, I sat on the front of a Segway with Peter, as a child whose every day turned out exactly the same and exactly the same crappy every day in every way-- even though it totally looked like Peter was humping my head the entire time, as he *rode* the Segway, lol . . . and then Peter had phone sex with his wife (my mom) as I held the phone for him while he drove the Segway, lol . . . Wow . . .
There are awesome posters for the next show. I was worried about those pictures, but only three ended up being used, and they are photoshopped/tinted to be AWESOME. There is Zach in the scary, freaky-as-hell mask all in red and black, all like something out of a propaganda poster or "The Wall." Then there is Danny, in blue and black, and yellow for the light saber, barely visible except for the bright, yellow glowing light saber and the light it casts upon his silver face, and the slight blue-and-black tints defining his cloak, lol . . . Then, there is me. I am in green and black, and, well, I am the only person who is even barely recognizable. I am in my red plaid skirt, but it is green, too, and my legs are entirely black, and so is my tank top (but, well, it was, lol . . . ), and I look as if I am done up in green and black war paint, all over my face and all up and down my arms. Holding a darkened belligarth sword and shield, I am like Xena Warrior Princess gone Braveheart. Wow . . . lol . . . So these will be intersting to have up . . . I wonder if people will even recognize me, lol . . . I'm kind of worried, actually . . . but they are cool posters!
Speaking of cosplaying, Jessica and I have a scheme to dress up for the Pirates of the Caribbean movie when it comes out this summer. Let's start yet another cult following! Woot, being geeks at midnight showings! Lol . . . I love creating memories ^_^
Also . . . muthafucking snakes on a muthafucking plane. I think everyone needs to see that movie, too, just because it is fucking called "Snakes on a Plane." Samuel Jackson, you just made that movie, with your picky diva-ness, lol . . . That Kenan kid is in it, too, lol . . . Ahh, good times, good times . . . :-P
Edit (11:35): Our Improv troupe is suffering from a gender identity-crisis, though; last night, it was Stewart, tonight it was Rick: going in the girls' bathroom is becoming all the range amongst the young men of Suspicious of Whistlers.
