IMPROV 101

I'm taking this improv class right now

And it's a cool class

Most of the people are fun to do scenes with

There are a couple people who seem to have edited themselves out of the class

The class size started out at around 15 or so

And now we're down to around 10 or 11

But what's interesting is that this one dude in the class is pretty dumb

And initially I didn't wanna work with him 'cuz he kept forgetting the rules of the

2-person exercise

And totally slow the shit up

But I noticed yesterday that I really enjoyed watching him in another scene that I wasn't in

Because he's slow witted

And needs to think of a response

It gives him that extra beat or pause

And provides an unorthodox sense of timing

Combined with a slight stuttering/nervous condition

The delivery is staccatto-like

And cuts thru the static of the scene

The background noise of two other people talking

Like a Stratocaster on lead guitar

And last but not least

This guy uses the wrong word

He does it constantly, on accident

Flustered because he's under the gun

And he effortlessly drops malaprops of charming idiocy

This dude is the Rain Man of Improv 101

I wish I could reveal his name but there is the astronomically improbable chance that he

reads my blog

And I wouldn't do that to someone

I would never blog about someone behind their back

'Cuz I've had that experience happen to me

And it's just lame

It's lame on so many levels but I guess to pick just one

I would say that it's lame in the sense that, you know, you just didn't have the balls to say that

to my face?

I mean, I'm a man

Sock it to me

'Cuz that way, when someone is honest with you

It gives you the opportunity to be honest with them

You can both get something off your chest, you know?

You can be like

"Hey, I'm glad you don't like me very much

Because I think you're a fuckin' asshole myself, alright?

How do you like them apples?"

Then everybody's happy

We got that release

It's like blowing a load

You gotta do it or you'll just go crazy

Alright

It's pretty ridiculous of me to entertain the fantasy that I actually have more than three people

reading this blog

It's basically a collection of excised 1-liners and other randon pics that I captioned for no

particular reason

It's just somethin' to do, ya know?

Other people have hobbies

They have real interests in life

If they're white people they're into softball leagues or glassblowing classes

If they're black, they're into...

I'll let you fill in the blanks

And so on

And so forth, right?

I'm talking about the things that people do to pass the time

When they're not busy working, fucking or other essential human activities

But not me, my friend(s)!

I labor nite and day

Feverishly captioning pics culled from sites like imgur.com

Why do I do this?

I couldn't even begin to tell you

[Gay voice]: It's how I connect with myself and get centered

Alright, I'm running out of steam with this blog

Later