Letter-Genders and Improv

Who else assigns genders to things, particularly letters? I do; I know some of you do, too, and it's not that weird. I also have colors for them (I believe that's called Synaesthetic-- not Tubaphone, Keith, lol . . . ). Yet the genders are the most distinct.

( In Case Anyone's Wondering: )

Improv tonight was hilarious! We did two great montages.

The first started off with a round, again: one person entering the scene and the one there longer staying, everyone always retaining their same character from one scene to the next. I was an 8-year-old girl who was learning to play bagpipes, and though my mother (Rick) was tolerant, my father (Stewart) hated it. I want to get in touch with my Scottish side, though, apparently, our family's Irish. So then the dad (Stewart) is at the bar with his buddy, Bruce (Laura), who just suggests he "leave the bitch," like Bruce has done with all his girlfriends (wives), from Roxanne to Marianne to Luanne. We see Bruce on a date with a Joanne (Danny), who is popular on the cellphone (*snickersnicker*), but doesn't buy into him because she's a good Catholic girl working as a nurse, who wants a brood of Irish children and a stable relationship. So then I come in to her, as the nurse, with an asthma attack due to my breath-control problems with the bagpipes. The dad tries to leave the mom in the car (he doesn't want to have to deal with eye-contact, but she pulls over and keeps adjusting the mirrors in the car to make sure she can see his face :-P), and it goes terribly, and then there's flashbacks of how she got pregnant-- she stopped taking her "claustrophobia medication" which just turned out to be birth control, issued by the nurse. Then I (oh, by the way, my name is Anne-- and by pure accident, lol . . . ) start hanging out with Bruce-- who, of course, follows suite with the same Anne-business. Yeah, creepy. She seriously took a leaf out of Peter's book. In the end, the parents show up in the park with their drunk daughter being hit on by Bruce . . .

There were so many great tied-up themes and callbacks; I can't even get into it . . .

So, before the second montage, we discussed what we needed to work on. I needed to work on characters that were more *me*-- I needed to play myself in a scene. I said I didn't understand myself; I couldn't play myself (and I also threw a shoe at Peter, but that's irrelevant, lol . . . ). Yet I said I'd try.

So, in my scene, I'm reading Harry Potter.

Stewart and I are supposedly husband and wife, and he's sitting there trying to get me to talk to him, and I'm like "Shut up; I'm reading-- Harry just kissed Ginny!" and he's like "Can I take the robes off, now?" all bitter-like. I'm oblivious-- and so me: "But you made such a great Sirius Black; all the girls thought you were just like him!" and he's like, "I don't care what they think. I want something between us . . . " So that established that goal, lol :-P Meanwhile, there's a mafia boss (Danny) trying to get Rick to smuggle a package to California for him. Peter has fun playing the goon. Laura ended up being an immigrant in a shoe store who's advertising gimmick was to beat the workers in front of the customers to force them to buy thousands of shoes out of pity. Rick gets caught with the package in an airport, and reveals the mafia boss's identity-- but not the contents of the box. The mafia is after him, to kill his family. Danny has a great scene in which he plays Peter's wife, screaming-- and I mean screaming-- at him to get the shoes out of there and stop wasting their money. HILARIOUS-- little Danny ordering Peter around. Then he slapped Rick, his (her?) six-year-old-ish son, for calling him (her?) a bitch (gee, Rick is getting slapped a lot, these days, lol . . . ). Stewart and I go to therapy, and our therapist (Peter) suggest that Rick try to reach me on my level, ie: "Teach her how to cast magic charms with your wand; teach her how to ride a broomstick." Yeah . . . lol :-P Though, yet, still, I remain oblivious; I claim that the world shall end immediately following the seventh book, and there will be no time in-between (or before the books, for that matter . . . ) for any sexual intimacy, here, lol . . . Then there's this random scene with Laura and Peter exploding dead lab rats into the sky as fireworks . . . and they come landing down in the next scene with Peter and Rick, as the father and the six-year-old-ish son, kicked out of the house by the dominating bitch-Danny, lol . . . Then Rick, as the desperate man on the run from the mafia, at his point of desperation, reveals the contents of the box: "Oh, yes, I know what it is! It's the seventh book! You can kill me, and my family, but the world will know! The world will know that, in the end, Sirius Black fucks Albus Dumbledore in the ass!"

So, then, in the final scene, I'm like "WTF?" reading the seventh book, and, of course, the world ends . ..

. . . and the show is over.

:-P

Rick says there shall be no more Harry Potter scenes. You know what? They just keep getting better, every time . . .

I need to incorporate more of a musical into one of these things, one of these days, lol . . . but no mas planning! This is IMPROV!!!

Letter-Genders and Improv

Who else assigns genders to things, particularly letters? I do; I know some of you do, too, and it's not that weird. I also have colors for them (I believe that's called Synaesthetic-- not Tubaphone, Keith, lol . . . ). Yet the genders are the most distinct.

( In Case Anyone's Wondering: )

Improv tonight was hilarious! We did two great montages.

The first started off with a round, again: one person entering the scene and the one there longer staying, everyone always retaining their same character from one scene to the next. I was an 8-year-old girl who was learning to play bagpipes, and though my mother (Rick) was tolerant, my father (Stewart) hated it. I want to get in touch with my Scottish side, though, apparently, our family's Irish. So then the dad (Stewart) is at the bar with his buddy, Bruce (Laura), who just suggests he "leave the bitch," like Bruce has done with all his girlfriends (wives), from Roxanne to Marianne to Luanne. We see Bruce on a date with a Joanne (Danny), who is popular on the cellphone (*snickersnicker*), but doesn't buy into him because she's a good Catholic girl working as a nurse, who wants a brood of Irish children and a stable relationship. So then I come in to her, as the nurse, with an asthma attack due to my breath-control problems with the bagpipes. The dad tries to leave the mom in the car (he doesn't want to have to deal with eye-contact, but she pulls over and keeps adjusting the mirrors in the car to make sure she can see his face :-P), and it goes terribly, and then there's flashbacks of how she got pregnant-- she stopped taking her "claustrophobia medication" which just turned out to be birth control, issued by the nurse. Then I (oh, by the way, my name is Anne-- and by pure accident, lol . . . ) start hanging out with Bruce-- who, of course, follows suite with the same Anne-business. Yeah, creepy. She seriously took a leaf out of Peter's book. In the end, the parents show up in the park with their drunk daughter being hit on by Bruce . . .

There were so many great tied-up themes and callbacks; I can't even get into it . . .

So, before the second montage, we discussed what we needed to work on. I needed to work on characters that were more *me*-- I needed to play myself in a scene. I said I didn't understand myself; I couldn't play myself (and I also threw a shoe at Peter, but that's irrelevant, lol . . . ). Yet I said I'd try.

So, in my scene, I'm reading Harry Potter.

Stewart and I are supposedly husband and wife, and he's sitting there trying to get me to talk to him, and I'm like "Shut up; I'm reading-- Harry just kissed Ginny!" and he's like "Can I take the robes off, now?" all bitter-like. I'm oblivious-- and so me: "But you made such a great Sirius Black; all the girls thought you were just like him!" and he's like, "I don't care what they think. I want something between us . . . " So that established that goal, lol :-P Meanwhile, there's a mafia boss (Danny) trying to get Rick to smuggle a package to California for him. Peter has fun playing the goon. Laura ended up being an immigrant in a shoe store who's advertising gimmick was to beat the workers in front of the customers to force them to buy thousands of shoes out of pity. Rick gets caught with the package in an airport, and reveals the mafia boss's identity-- but not the contents of the box. The mafia is after him, to kill his family. Danny has a great scene in which he plays Peter's wife, screaming-- and I mean screaming-- at him to get the shoes out of there and stop wasting their money. HILARIOUS-- little Danny ordering Peter around. Then he slapped Rick, his (her?) six-year-old-ish son, for calling him (her?) a bitch (gee, Rick is getting slapped a lot, these days, lol . . . ). Stewart and I go to therapy, and our therapist (Peter) suggest that Rick try to reach me on my level, ie: "Teach her how to cast magic charms with your wand; teach her how to ride a broomstick." Yeah . . . lol :-P Though, yet, still, I remain oblivious; I claim that the world shall end immediately following the seventh book, and there will be no time in-between (or before the books, for that matter . . . ) for any sexual intimacy, here, lol . . . Then there's this random scene with Laura and Peter exploding dead lab rats into the sky as fireworks . . . and they come landing down in the next scene with Peter and Rick, as the father and the six-year-old-ish son, kicked out of the house by the dominating bitch-Danny, lol . . . Then Rick, as the desperate man on the run from the mafia, at his point of desperation, reveals the contents of the box: "Oh, yes, I know what it is! It's the seventh book! You can kill me, and my family, but the world will know! The world will know that, in the end, Sirius Black fucks Albus Dumbledore in the ass!"

So, then, in the final scene, I'm like "WTF?" reading the seventh book, and, of course, the world ends . ..

. . . and the show is over.

:-P

Rick says there shall be no more Harry Potter scenes. You know what? They just keep getting better, every time . . .

I need to incorporate more of a musical into one of these things, one of these days, lol . . . but no mas planning! This is IMPROV!!!