Ahh..... The Harold

So I started my latest Improv class tonight. WIT level 5, Longform. We are going to spend eight weeks studying the Harold, the king longform of Improv. I am quite impressed with what I have received since getting involved with WIT. They classes bond almost instantly, the teachers know their stuff, I mean Patrick, our longform teacher, handed out a syllabus, including reading materials. This is awesome! So we spent the first hour talking about ourselves and bonding, which was cool. Actually it was hot. The room had no air conditioning. It was pretty stank by the end, but it was worth it. The level of professionalism in the teachers is great. Patrick laid down his rules, and we just took them, and ran. It's like being in the relationship where the woman tells the man to do something and he just does it. On a lighter note, women confuse me. Actually, I confuse myself. When you're in a relationship, you always think that you are doing more than the other, so what do you do? You test them. If you are the one always making contact, you stop contacting them, and wait to see how long it is before they contact you. And what happens? They don't. And when you finally contact them, they think that you are mad at them because you didn't do like you always do, you shook things up, you tried to say, "Don't take me for granted." But it's too late! You are for granted. So then you have to assuage their fears/insecurities/anger and you still end up on the short end. Why? Because you were the idiot who wanted to test them. Now this is the time when the guy with only one arm pops up off the ground and says, "That's why you don't test people." Patrick referenced both Seinfeld and Arrested Development in the class as examples of people taking care of themselves first. It was pretty cool, because I hadn't really thought of it like that. Two people can sit and talk about mundane stuff, and it is still quality. AND they don't even have to acknowledge each other, its usually better if they don't for a while, HEIGHTEN AND EVOLVE! Metaphors are like things. Yeah My left head is throbbing, damn sinus! Makes my eye feel all wonky. Eh? What can you do? Just keep popping the pills and hope it goes away. I am still trying to master how to get my pictures up on this blog, but no luck yet. Soon, very soon.

I Steal

It's a fact. We all do it. I am just man enough to admit it. And give thanks. Thanks James. You have given me a blog. I'm hip. Aduckaduckaducka. James and I are alike. Except for the being a twin thing. Although I always felt that my brother and I were twins, born five years apart. So I saw that James had a blog, and Livejournal is so early 21st century, I decided to blog it up party style. I feel an emptiness in me right now. I have been obsecenely creatively sloth. I wrote a script for a short film, and we should have shot it already if it wasn't for my stubbornheadedness. I was angry at my movie making partner and I let that get in the way of what I love to do. I see others creating, up in the Oculus, and it makes me jealous. To have a team together and be able to work whenever they want. If I want to work with my partner, I have to drive and hour or more. It sucks. "But through adversity..." Bite me! It will come back. Soon. I know it. I am working through this wicked sinus/cold/throat thing and it is making me miserable. All I can do is just stare ahead and touch the puppet head. God it feels good to just write and get out of my head. It has been too long. I needed this. Thanks James.