I'll tell you, I don't know how Janes does it with his sketch-a-day project. I'm sitting here looking at just a regular old fashioned blog and can barely think of anything to write today. And I'm not even expecting a plot or any semblance of cleverness. Hats off to you, Joe.
What to write about? I guess I could do some sort of diary-type thing today - the same type of diary thing that I normally detest and rail against in other blog posts. The world loves a good hypocrite, right? No?
Well, here goes anyway.
Hey, the NCAA basketball championship game happened last night. Did not get to watch it. I had the first read through of a Shakespeare show I'm working on last night, so no basketball for me. Of course, the last real vestige of interest in the game died when both Memphis and Pittsburg were knocked out of the tournament, as I had them both going to the national championship game in my office bracket. Sports curse strikes again!
I'm torn with how the game turned out. On the one hand, I'm glad I don't have to spend the next decade listing to how State won the championship and "Woo Go State, Sparty saved Detroit and U of M suxxx!!!" But then again, there is a small part of me that wishes that MSU had won. Because that would have meant I had at least some small chance to win the office pool because nobody else here expected them to make the Final Four.
Enough sports. I can see the theatrically inclined readers' eyes glazing over.
I've been keeping busy lately. Like I said earlier, I have Shakespeare now. Which is exciting because I'm using my lit-crit English majory side of my brain again in a somewhat practical manner. And when I say exciting, I mean it in the most incredibly nerdy way imaginable. I'm playing just a couple of small parts, but it should be fun nonetheless.
And meanwhile, RVD has a sketch show coming up in a couple of weeks called Run, palindrome, nuR. Some people love that title. Some people hate it. All I know is when we came up with it we laughed and laughed. That was at 11:00 at night, I think. So, is it a funny title? Who knows? I will say I think the material itself is pretty damned funny.
This show has been different from our last couple of shows because we've split up the directing responsibilities into three groups. In fact, now that I think about it I believe Geoff wrote a post about this over on the old Robo-blog. Greg and I have been directing our group while the other writers have been directing their pieces. As a result, I've seen plenty of Greg and my scenes but have not seen the others' work at all. We're supposed to be putting them all together into a cohesive show this Wednesday and next Wednesday but I'm going to miss those because of "the Shakes." So that's kind of a bummer. But I'll be at the tech so I guess I'll have to wait until then.
I will say my group has been quite entertaining, and I've enjoyed doing a little directing again. I've decided that directing is definitely harder than acting. It's hard enough figuring out how to fake being someone else without having to find means of tricking other people into faking it in just the right way.
Did that make any sense? Of course not.
I still have to find time to put together some of the props for my scene (a floating bottle of hand cream and a lingerie catalogue and also I need to sand a post, and yes I realize how strange that sounds.)
So yeah. That's what I'm up to. Rehearsal tonight after work. And then after that, I have to run to Kinkos to scan the postcard I made for the sketch show (I'll probably break down and post it on the RVD blog next Monday in lieu of writing something legitimately interesting), which means I'll probably get home just in time for it to officially be tomorrow.
I think you meant to end your blog today with "I'll probably get home just in time to sand my post."
Never miss out on a good euphemism, Nat. Never.
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