Sun
Mar
7
NewYork.ImprovTeams.com passed the 1,000-user mark some time in the last few days. There are way more improvisers signed up from New York than from any other city (1,013 out of 1,345). Over 70% of users are “active,” i.e. they confirmed their accounts. Still no confirmation from Amy Poehler.
Still trying to figure out what I can do with ImprovTeams.com that will make it more useful for show promotion in addition to being a means of internal communication/organization for the community. I’m adding a reviews/suggestions section where improvisers will be able to add a book or movie and summarize why they think it’s essential comedy consumption.
Also thinking about adding show comments so there’s an archive of highlights. I think Jesse Lee suggested this a while ago, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.
Thu
Mar
4
For aaaages I’ve said or heard said, “Let’s go to Chicago and soak up some DEEP DISH improv.” I love DCM (submitting with four or five teams this year) but it’d be nice to see everyone in their natural environments and check out teams that don’t make the trek.
Vero had a Jet Blue voucher and decided to use it for JUST THIS PURPOSE and we’re now sitting in JFK waiting for our flight. We’ll be there til Sunday.
Can’t wait to see some iO Harold teams and TJ & Rush tonight. Tomorrow we’re doing the iO jam show (they charge for it? what?) and will initiate every scene with obnoxiously obscure NYC specifics, then drop the mike and holler “Easter East Cooooooooast!”
Mon
Feb
22
I promise at some point in my life I’ll direct a movie that not only has this song on its soundtrack, but puts “Dosage” back on the charts.
Thu
Feb
4
I think it kind of sucks that dreams are thought of as boring, rambly anecdotes that nobody wants to hear. If what happened in the average dream happened in real life it would be an amazing, amazing story. But because they aren’t real, and everyone has them, we’re all stuck with these extremely real-to-me personal experiences that nobody else cares about. It’s horrible!
One quick thing that happened in a dream last night:
I was in a helicopter skimming low over the ocean at night, watching a hijacked, damaged airplane slowly descend in a circle. I was part of some kind of action squad trying to save people’s lives and prevent total disaster. We stood in the helicopter bay holding onto straps, like in action movies. Everything was loud and fast. At one point something caused the copter to splash into the ocean, and I was totally submerged in the darkness of the deep, but I held on tight because I knew that if I let go, as soon as the pilot regained control and took the copter out of the water, I would be stranded in the black waves with no way of signaling my rescuers. It was while I held on tight and waited for the convulsing void to turn back into a field of real vision that I woke up in my bed.
