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100 days of productivity
Day 4
cooked ramen noodles for lunch
completed science homework
woke up at 6am again!!
played guitar at school assembly (a mess)
announced school magazine cover competition at assembly
^ completely improv
started tidying my room
AYO HOMIES its me letti. Today looks busy but it didnt really take that much. However, my asexual ass decided to get a boyfriend,,, so i aint single anymore. I know im to busy and not ready to be in a relationship, but i liked a guy who liked me and as soon as i mentioned it to my cousin she wouldnt let me just keep him as a friend. We also had a pretty mad sunset.
Anyway, byee!!
Signed, letti
okay so Zuko would be so into (if he isn’t already) competitive improv/theatresports.
like this is the guy that for two seasons straight threw himself at the Avatar with no plan. no nothing. entirely just the hope that he would think of SOMETHING, at some point.
this is Zuko ‘… yes. I juggle.’ and not only that, but this is Zuko proceeds-to-attempt-to-juggle-with-the-skill-of-a-travelling-actor-with-no-prior-experience-because-he-cannot-help-but-yes-and-a-prompt. and he justifies his immediate failure as well.
this is also established Theatre Kid ‘They butchered Love Amongst Dragons every year!’ Zuko. he’s no stranger to the stage.
I reckon he’d be really good at the bonus-point high-pressure games (Story Story Die, What Are You Doing, etc) and his strengths would lie in having all the game techniques perfectly memorised (and being able to give effective feedback at the end of each round), being willing to throw himself across the stage for a bit, and NEVER backing down from an offer. he’s also unintentionally hilarious because he’s an intimidating looking guy and he can’t always commit realistically to all character types but Oh Boy can he get himself into Situations. and he just says the darnedest rich kid things onstage when he’s not trying. he would also have Opinions on the judging and make small comments about the other team’s scores (‘that story was NOT a seven. they didn’t even get establish that the rocket got back to the gummy worm queen!’)
he’d make for a really good Director (three years captaining a ship does that to you), and i reckon he’d probably be adept with the book in Actor’s Nightmare. the ideal position to put him in Space Jump is first and you’ll get the best offers from him when you’re playing New Choice and you New Choice him juuuust enough so that he runs out of sensible things to say and panics and says perhaps the craziest thing that both of you are just now hearing for the first time.
anyway theatresports Zuko when
Life Lessons from Thescon
Don't be afraid to fall, and tell people when you are. (Stilting) Don't judge yourself too hard. (Improv) It's easier to continue moving forward than it is to take baby steps. (Stilting) People are amused by the smallest of things. (Puppetry) When writing a story, it needs to be based in reality before taken to some far off place. (Improv) "Anyone can do puppetry, because everyone is different, and we each do things a different way." (Puppetry) It is easy to get into conflict, but it is harder to grin and bear it and get along. (Improv) "Conflict/Death can be hilarious if timed right." (Physical Comedy) "Don't always be cautious: try new things." (Stilting) We are all capable, we are all unique, and we are all enough. (Improv)
Me: Okay guys remember that it’s important in improv to establish your characters at the beginning of the scene.
Students: ok
Student 1: Hello. I am the president of the United States.
Student 2: Hello madame president. I’m William Shakespeare and I’m here to assassinate you.
I think maybe this feller doesn’t quite get what improv is
ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends
Me: Okay guys remember that it’s important in improv to establish your characters at the beginning of the scene.
Students: ok
Student 1: Hello. I am the president of the United States.
Student 2: Hello madame president. I’m William Shakespeare and I’m here to assassinate you.
this minute long clip from make some noise made me feel more emotions than any oscar bait drama i've ever seen or ever will see
The last time we were on a long flight, my wife and I invented a game we call "Little Guy."
You start a game of Little Guy by saying, "I'm gonna hand you a little guy." The little guy is some kind of baby animal you are imagining. "Oh," she might say in response, "Okay," and hold out her hands for it. I will then mime handing her the animal. This provides some clues as to the little guy's size, weight, and general ungainliness.
She then gets to ask questions about what kind of little guy this is, BUT NO QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS ACTUAL APPEARANCE OR SPECIES ARE ALLOWED. Qualitative questions, or questions about his behavior, are the only ones permitted. She can ask "Is he soft?" or "Does he seem nervous about being held?" or "If I put him in the bathtub, does he seem okay with that?" or "Would he like a lil grape?" or "Is he the sort of little fellow who would wear a vest in a children's book?" but not "Does he have fur," "Is he a reptile," "Is he from Asia," etc. Some questions are in a grey area so you have to follow your heart, but the point is not to identify the animal as fast as possible: the point is to guess the animal purely based on vibes + how he would act if he were in your living room right now.
And I'm not limited to yes or no answers! If she asks, "Would it feel appropriate to see this little guy in a propeller hat?" I can reply, "Oh no, he has a gravity to him. A bowler hat would be a more appropriate hat." Or if she asks, "Does this little guy have protagonist energy?" I can say something like, "he probably wouldn't be the main character in a children's cartoon. He'd probably be the main character's ditzy best friend who's always eating sandwiches, or something."
We're big Twenty Questions to kill time in a waiting room people, but Little Guy is more about the journey than the destination. It's got a different kind of sauce that's nice if "killing time" and "lowering anxiety" need to happen hand in hand.
tbh the memory I remember and cringe incredibly hard at most often is the improv portion of my 10th grade theatre audition. I can still feel the disappointed stares of everyone in the room
So I had an audition for a murder mystery dinner theater a few days ago but I started getting cold symptoms right at the end of the audition and once it was over I was already in full spaced out sick mode. They called me an hour or so later to tell me I got the job except I'm SICK and NOT FULLY PRESENT in my BRAIN so it's been THREE DAYS and I still have not processed that I have scored one of my dream jobs, I'm gonna be so excited once my brain works again.
Guys
Improvised Star Trek is one of the best podcasts I’ve ever heard and it’s fanbase needs to be waaaaay bigger. It doesn’t even matter if you’ve never seen Star Trek before. Please go listen and support the funniest people I’ve ever heard!
Disaster Card Trailer in HD, Surround Sound and Technicolor 2017(Extended Cut)
One man works for Master Card, the other.. for American Express. Or do they? Two wannabe yuppies struggle to find meaning in this heart breaking tragedy. Nominated for Somalia's The Very Good Film Award. music by BrokeForFree: http://freemusicarchive.org/music/Bro...
How can people that do improv be so awkward? Like bitch just improvise
I'm crying from laughing so hard, this improv is so damn hilarious omfg lol
Look, sometimes you improv something in the heat of the moment that doesn't make any sense, okay
Wait, what? Can anyone figure out Diane's travel plan here?
Blind Writing
I crush the hugs wrappers with my phone as I set it on the table, waiting for a sign that my work has come to fruition. A sign that I’m no longer trapped in this disheartening reality where there is no magic, no flight, and the colors are dim. Let me break free of such disasters so I may fly myself to the farthest reaches of the stratosphere, only for me to plummet back down in what looks like an act of self-destructiveness, but is in reality a way of building up the energy that I’ve collected from the air, thin air. Potential energy. But instead of kinetic, the energy goes towards something else, something more material. Something tangible. It crackles beneath my fingers as I fall further and further, and the force of my sheer determination mixed with the raging bolts of electricity travelling up my arms forces this realm to split, to tear as if it were none but a sheet of paper. I fall through the tear, expecting to be led to the place I have longed to be a part of my entire life. The void of black in-between clears to reveal another portal, one not of my own creation but of the world’s; it opens with a warm beckoning, as if I were a long lost friend, finally home after so long. I welcome the warmth, and the sky around me swirls and flickers until the blue-pink sky is all that can be seen. Beneath me, the garden looms. Its trees, each of a different kind, grow larger and larger in size and detail as the wind rushes past my face. A comet-like aura of flames begins to encircle me as I plummet farther and farther, falling falling falling until my eyes can no longer remain open from the heat surrounding me. I finally hit something soft. I open my eyes to gaze at the burnt petals surrounding me, and feel the pad of a gigantic, cushiony flower slowly lowering me to the ground. Panicked cries ring from a nearby grove as Hope rushes onto the scene, her green eyes clouded with worry as she rushes over to tend to the smoking flower. She glances at me for a second, then continues tending to the singed flower until she does a double-take. “...Quail?” She whispers incredulously. “That… that couldn't possibly be you, could it?”