Improvisational Brawling.
2005-03-13 7:30 p.m.
Last night was the improv performance of The Brawl at Comedy Sportz. We went on after the late show at 11:00pm-ish. There were thirteen of us on stage and we were brawling about love. *awe* The scenes were good, they were very tight and I think we did an excellent job at ending scenes when they needed to end and heightening the funny stuff to a hysterical pitch. I believe our instructor was very proud (and probably very relieved) at the work we did. I felt good about my participation despite the fact that I was incredibly nervous and had some serious stage fright. People said they couldn't tell.
This was my third time ever on stage and this time the theater was PACKED. The audience was great, they were all hyped and really into it. There was lots of laughter and let me tell you, there's nothing more gratifying than saying something witty and having the audience explode in laughter. It's better than crack. Not that I'd know what crack is like but if I did then this would be better than that. It makes all the anxiety and nausea worth it. I'm going to miss some of the guys that were from outside of Comedy Sportz as I don't know when I'll run into them again. :(
Plus I'd like to shout out to the following people that came out to support me: C-dog, Francesca, Ransom, Jessie Jessie Party Girl, Juanita, Stevie, Dennis, Blanche and her husband! Do you know how cool it was talking afterwards and hearing people say "Oh my girlfriend was there" "My parents were there" and I said "Oh, I had NINE friends and coworkers in the audience." Thanks also to a buzzed Juanita who screamed out "KFK Rules!" when I walked on stage. You guys made me feel like a God Damn Rockstar.
2 People have tried to sell me ViagraMy life as a musical comedy.
2005-03-10 9:27 a.m.
I�ve been caught again. I�ve done this quite a few times because I can�t help myself. The acoustics in the parking garage are just too good. This morning I found an excellent parking space on the fifth floor and was still humming Limp Biskit�s "Eat you Alive" when I started walking to the elevator. When I got to the "I just want to look at you" part I started singing, by the time I was waiting for the elevator I was singing at the top of my lungs. The sound bounced back to me from the cement ceiling and walls, it was like a chorus. I thought I sounded fabulous (people who have heard me sing karaoke would probably tell you different) and as soon as I got to the part about sniffing panties the 90 year old security guy comes walking around the corner puts his hands on his hips and starts shaking his head at me. My elevator came and with a sheepish grin I dove in. It still doesn�t beat the time I got caught singing the Buzzcock�s "Orgasm Addict" in the parking garage. I get my coffee and in the ride up in the elevator to my cubicle I notice that they�re playing the muzak version of "Copa Cabana." Everyone is half asleep and tapping their feet. Soon the head bobbing starts and then during the chorus something utterly amazing happens. We all break out in song. Today my life is a musical and I�ve got the lead part. I�m going to see if I can organize some synchronized chair dancing during break.
3 People have tried to sell me ViagraNot a lot has changed.
2005-03-09 10:21 a.m.
I find that I�m rounding up my age. I�ve been doing this for a few years. I think turning thirty oh so many years ago has traumatized me to the point that I try on my age before I turn it so it�s not a big deal. This is sometimes goes awry when I accidentally add on extra years. "Oh my god, I need to have a baby today because I�m already 38!" "Uh, you�re 36." "Are you sure?" "Do the math." Oh crap, don�t make me do math. Add, subtract, carry the one, count the months, holy shit, you�re right.
Due to the fact that I�ve never been married or had the opportunity to have children in or out of wedlock, I sometimes feel emotionally stunted around my mature married childful friends. I mean how do I explain to them how freaking cool Wolf�s Rain Soundtrack II is? When they ask me what I�m doing they give me weird looks when I tell them I�m teaching myself to draw anime as I make my eyes really big and tilt my head to the side. They think I�m nuts. Maybe they�re envious, but they probably just think I�m insane which explains why I haven�t been able to meet a nice stable man willing to impregnate me.
Sometimes I think I�m still a 12 year old girl. Getting crushes on celebrities, watching cartoons, squealing with glee when a guy looks at me. Except now I wear lots of make up and fuss with my hair. I guess 12 year olds do that now a days, I didn�t start until I was 13. You know, the Farrah Fawcett hair cut, dark plum eye shadow and those black wax eyeliners that you had to melt with a lighter before you raccooned your eyes. I remember my mother freaking out when she saw the lighter. "Oh. My. God. Are you smoking?" "No, but now that you�ve mentioned it and haven�t taken my lighter away I think I may start."
Not a lot has changed.
I feel much better now.
2005-03-08 9:25 p.m.
A selection of angry open letters to random people.
Mighty Male Spears
2005-03-08 9:15 a.m.
ADDENDUM: Chapter is now posted HERE for your reading pleasure. It's saved as a Word document. Please note the writing is sexually explicit, violent and contains supernatural themes. Don't read if you may be offended or are underage. K?
I just wanted to give a hearty shout out to all the men who gave helpful suggestions for my writing dilemma. I haven�t laughed so hard in a long time. I noticed that the women wouldn�t touch this one with a ten foot pole.
I like Chris� suggestion. It�s pretty common and straight to the point (no pun intended). I went through some of my romance books last night looking for the racy bits to see how they handled (pun intended) the situation. Manhood seems to be the favored word while member is also used frequently. One writer talks a lot about touching, licking, squeezing, etc. but never actually names it. She just gives direction of where the heroine is going and describes the man�s response and you pretty much come (no pun intended) to you own conclusion. It really didn�t slow down the writing.
I�m also writing a dark romance type book and not erotica and trust me, there is a difference. Anywhoo, I�m going to work on the chapter again during lunch today and I�ll post it this afternoon so you can see what the heck I�m going on about. Oh man, I'm giggling whenever I go to the Dairyland Members Area now. *snicker*
Not contagious, really.
2005-03-07 9:26 a.m.
Today was the first morning that I did not wake up in excruciating pain. Yea! I�ve been counting the days waiting for this moment. It takes seven to nine days for a viral infection to clear. This morning was day nine. I�m still going to be a good girl and finish my antibiotics, I don�t want to be responsible for a virulent strain of bacteria that is resistant to Sulfa.
I did lots of internet research and have come up with an unconfirmed hypochondriac diagnosis of the mumps. I�m pretty sure that I was vaccinated for it but there are bacterial forms. When I told Francesca that I was dying of the mumps she seemed hesitant to come over and visit me. "Mmnot contashush." I said into the phone. She was brave and brought over some sangria and we wrote on our laptops until it was dark outside.
I rewrote chapter four of Blood For Persephone for my writing group. This is the big sex scene chapter. I�m not entirely happy with it. I still don�t know what my erotic style is. I�m vaguely explicit which doesn�t exactly work. I still haven�t found a good word for a man�s - well you know. Who knew I was this much of a prude?
Now I�m horny.