Frisking Fleance

And with that, the 1st season of “Room to Improv, 4th Generation,” has come to an end. I really want to take this opportunity thank everyone whose came to a show this past season.  Thanks for propagatng my delusions of an acting career… seriously. Before my long list of thanks, I would like to extend …

Reinventing Robin

I stumbled upon an interesting moral dilemma today.  And it made me wonder whether I should stay passive or be active.  I’ve thought about it alot and still I stand here teetering ever-so precariously over the edge of a double-sided cliff.  Both ways look like a long drop.  Despite the fact that I’ve depleted my …

Oberon Objectified

Upon further review, I have come to the conclusion that Taylor Hicks is a  no-talent hack. One day, he’s gonna wake up unable to speak and wonder why his larynx feels like raw hamburger. Anyway.  Last improv show of the season if anyone wants to come watch.  I’ll make it worth your mile.  Yes, I …

Prospero Predicated

First of all.  I would like to extend my eternal gratitude to everyone who came to watch the RtI show on Friday.  You all made it an amazing show for us.  Just  to let you all know, there’s only one show left this season, so if you still haven’t come watch yet… you know what …

Occupying Othello

I guess… (gosh, I feel like I say this alot.) it’s time for a real, honest-to-goodness update. A Sad Necessity Well, I’m working again.  I’m now an employee at my uncle’s dot-com. Dotcom? .com. Anyway, I’m gonna be updating the website for him, which is better than sifting through pages of mortgage insurance documents.  My …

Pestering Puck

I should’ve been alseep two hours ago, but the  prospect of the morrow’s events has got my insides churning. T-minus 5 hours until our trek to NoHo for Kaiser ETP callbacks. I’m so uber-happy just to get a callback.  Callback=a little bit of validation.  The problem, however, is that I’ve been given a small measure …

Caliban Confounded

Call me the masturbatory innovator.  I find new ways to screw myself every day. I think it all started when I was born. I breathed in, filling my lungs for the first time… and also condemning myself to become me. So. Anyway. Next Improv Show! Please come out everyone… it’ll be a good time, I …

MacDuff Mortified

Ok… it’s time.  It’s time dammit.  It’s about time for me to sit here and force myself to write an update. I know last entry, I kind of let myself off the hook by saying, “nothing noteworthy has happened.”  While that may be true, I also distinctly remember an entry I made 4 or so …

La Vie Boheme

I turned 25 in the towards the end of “Another Day.” Not a bad way to start off a quarter-life crisis. There’s only us, there’s only this… forget regret or life is yours to miss.