Since I was already there for the fundraiser,*** decided to stay and at least check out the event I'd been thinking about looking into for many, many weeks now. My original plan was just to be audience, but I ended up on the list. Then sat there going dontcallmynamedontcallmynamedontcallmyname. And of course I got called up three times.
I think I did all right in the first one. The second one I was weaker and completely stopped the scene when I busted out laughing because the guy was hilarious. The third one, by the time I clued into what the other two were doing, it was too late to switch to a character that would have clearly fit in best as supporting - a groupie - so I pretty much all around sucked in that one. Must think *faster* or maybe wuss out by starting out in the wings where I can watch, figure out what's going on, and then enter...
The coordinator (whose name I know but I'm not sure how to spell it) said that they take a different approach each week. So, since it actually was a lot of fun, it was a fantastic 'hot' learning experience, turns out you go up with veterans and people at my level, and once a week is not enough for me, I'm going to attend regularly from now on. I will have to adjust my writing schedule to pull this off, which is never a good thing, but I'll figure it out.
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Meanwhile, the fundraiser was highly entertaining, with the biggest discovery being the existence of a group that does science fiction improv! That was like learning about the existence of the improvised Tennessee Williams group. Wow.
Ooo! During last week's class our teacher mentioned some websites. Clicking around joyfully revealed one is a wonderful resource filled with info and advice from veteran and beginner participants. Because the layout is hard to read crapy light teeny text against a black background, if this sort of thing interests you I suggest streaming the site through the RSS reader thingy of your choice. Otherwise you will go blind.
*** One of the funniest exchanges was between sets, when the hosts were bantering. The woman who made the sugar cookies apologized for having only caucasian breast cookies on hand; she didn't have time to bake a more ethnically diverse range of cookies before the show. She said something along the lines of "But I care about the breasts of all women, not just the white ones, and I think about their breasts, too." Her partner then said something like "I also think about their breasts a lot." What she said was funny, what he said was funny creepy - which he immediately acknowledged - and that made the whole thing even funnier! I laughed, but only now does the thought hit me that I should have laughed louder (as described in chapter four, subsection 16 in the Guide To Being The Only Black Person In The Room). Geek related, he is also an award-winning indy comic creator. I am only now fully realizing how much deep geek there is at IO. When I went upstairs to the black box to serve as audience support for a team a person I know is on, two guys behind me were discussing where to get stormtrooper armor. I told them about the 501st and a bit about the charity work they do.
Man I wish TypePad would do something about the formatting issues...