rant is where the heart is

diaryland: sirilyan.diaryland.com: entry for 2004-04-07 (05:45)
In which our plucky young hero has no post-show regret.

So, I had a lot of fun tonight, and I did some really good work, and I got quite a few laughs.

Dave (owner of a highly competitive preschool): I don't want your money and I don't want your shoes. I want you to have goals for your child. You do know what a goal is?
Me (a ritalin-dealing parent who wants his child to succeed): Of course I do. A goal is a wish your career makes.

Does that mean I can't second-guess myself? Well, yeah, it does. A great fun night. All that time watching Catch23 has really helped me out; a dose of theatricality livened up my scenework.

Also, one of my best laughs came completely by accident. Never underestimate the power of just blindly barreling through a sentence, trusting that by god you will get to the end of it:

I don't understand it. I've been providing quality electricity for twenty-nine years twelve months and fourteen days, and yet they turn on me!

I still need to watch how I spend a lot of time not being in the scene, but waiting for when I should start acting again. It's a good thing when you're reacting all the time you're onstage. Really it is, Doug.

All in all, a good time. I feel great again, improv-wise. Time to get back on the horse what carried me.

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