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Improv 301 2.0 Week 1: Your Homework Is To Get A Tattoo 2016-05-12, 11:30 p.m. |
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So....I have been debating whether or not to just keep taking Improv 301 (or some other class lower down) over and over again for more practice. I've heard that other people who got on teams have done this, and well...it's not like I have anything else to do and god knows I can use the practice. So even before my graduation from the last 301 class, here I am starting it all over again. Which seems a little nutty in practice, but...whatever, I need more Harold practice and this is the class that does that as opposed to the free practices. I'm not really sure how to recount these class entries given that I've done this before...but the teacher did say he's revamping the curriculum, so....? List of bad habits people do: For the record, the monologues were: Monologue A: dead cat photo (I really don't remember the details of this, I have down "dead cat photo." Someone showed a dead cat photo to someone?) For the record, Brian was getting on us a bit for scenes involving texting--or in my case, mentioning gross things with animals--in the last class, so I at least was reluctant to do anything involving those subjects. Plus I hate Twitter so ain't no way I'm doing that. But apparently nobody else could think of anything at all either. Clearly I need help. We then proceeded to do some very painful scenes involving a CSI guy acting like a teenager, doing paintings of people like they're dead, and...apparently the scene I was in was about self-promotion and I did not get that at all. Did not pick it up, did not figure out where he was going with that, did not figure out anything to do besides stand there and smile while a dude went on...which is too much like real life for me, thanks. Anyway, sucked worse that night than a few weeks ago! Whee! But better to have that go on in class than during the performance, at least. The other four people's: Monologue a: this woman's mouth was stuck shut from chocolate when she had to answer phones Brian's note at the end of the night was this: “Your homework is to get a tattoo that says say it and then play it.” It makes me wish I had some henna around before next Thursday, but these days I don't feel like paying that kind of money to buy henna just to do one tat on myself. It'd be funny if I showed up with that though...on the other hand, I'd probably get crap for it at work, so never mind. At Jam that night, I did a monologue about my fear of Disneyland as a kid, and was in a scene where there was a family of five kids and the dad kept giving them nearly dead pets (bunny, dog) for Christmas. He kept complaining that he should have stopped at 2 or 3 kids and another chick and I kept giggling about his "first mistake." He said he was going to get out another gift and I yelled out, "Is it going to be a dead cat?" Well, now you ruined everything! So at least THAT one was better. |
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