Is cocaine still popular?
Have to say, sometimes, you're just living life. Pushing, plowing, trying to reach a goal you since forgot, but you know it is out there. And somewhere in the middle, you hit this cruising period, like, climb, climb, climb, DOWNHILL!!!, climb. Being at that little downhill is awesome. And so essential.
I am right now planning my, B"H, return to the land of my birth this late summer. So I will be saying farewell to LA for a good while. Hopefully a year and a half. It is very exciting. And I can't help smiling a lot lately, or being in a cheery mood, despite the small fortune I owe the LA Parking Violations jerkbots.
Life, you know, when you line it up, understand what it wants from you, is easier to maneuver inside of. I remember a few years ago (and next month) when we had no idea what we wanted from each other. It was like, we just made puppy at the door faces for one another.
In other news, this past thursday was one of the most satisfying performances I have ever done. Was I so unbelievable in it? No. Was anybody? I'm not sure. But we sure as hockeysticks came together in a mind blowing symphony of mutual understanding, and squarely beat, the bane of my improv existance, and our dear friends, "Convoy".
This was probably the finest group work I have ever had the privilege to be a part of. There were some moments in Thursdays show where I did not feel like a single performer on stage with other people. It felt as though 3 or 4 of us were one performer brain. So nice. And that ending. 1 in a 15.
Next Thursday we are somehow actually in the finals VS. Cup of Tea. I don't really care. I would love to have another show comparable to the last. That would be nice. This show will retire Maki Maki. Do we go out on top? Eh.
I have been struggling with making a solid decision, but, if I'm strong enough, this will be the last Improv show I ever do in Los Angeles. I would like for that to be something I stick to. I would also like to be able to stick to vertical surfaces like spiderman. These two things are equally likely.
I want to have a small, quiet exit, in a boat, shaped like a shoe, where the waiters dress like Lobsters, and everything is served in bowls. Everything. It would be RSVP at the door, and if I secretly don't want you there, you would know by my scent. But I secretly want you there, so don't worry about it, Ashton.
This is the most personal Live Journal I've ever done, since the one where I confessed my M. Butterfly story.
Jonathan
PS - If your name is Katai...you are a decent individual.
PPS - If you are a Live Nude or other persons, please support us this week despite the retardedly dumb drive up to Los Angeles. We don't need it, but we would love to finish to a overflowing house, smooshed with our friends.
I am right now planning my, B"H, return to the land of my birth this late summer. So I will be saying farewell to LA for a good while. Hopefully a year and a half. It is very exciting. And I can't help smiling a lot lately, or being in a cheery mood, despite the small fortune I owe the LA Parking Violations jerkbots.
Life, you know, when you line it up, understand what it wants from you, is easier to maneuver inside of. I remember a few years ago (and next month) when we had no idea what we wanted from each other. It was like, we just made puppy at the door faces for one another.
In other news, this past thursday was one of the most satisfying performances I have ever done. Was I so unbelievable in it? No. Was anybody? I'm not sure. But we sure as hockeysticks came together in a mind blowing symphony of mutual understanding, and squarely beat, the bane of my improv existance, and our dear friends, "Convoy".
This was probably the finest group work I have ever had the privilege to be a part of. There were some moments in Thursdays show where I did not feel like a single performer on stage with other people. It felt as though 3 or 4 of us were one performer brain. So nice. And that ending. 1 in a 15.
Next Thursday we are somehow actually in the finals VS. Cup of Tea. I don't really care. I would love to have another show comparable to the last. That would be nice. This show will retire Maki Maki. Do we go out on top? Eh.
I have been struggling with making a solid decision, but, if I'm strong enough, this will be the last Improv show I ever do in Los Angeles. I would like for that to be something I stick to. I would also like to be able to stick to vertical surfaces like spiderman. These two things are equally likely.
I want to have a small, quiet exit, in a boat, shaped like a shoe, where the waiters dress like Lobsters, and everything is served in bowls. Everything. It would be RSVP at the door, and if I secretly don't want you there, you would know by my scent. But I secretly want you there, so don't worry about it, Ashton.
This is the most personal Live Journal I've ever done, since the one where I confessed my M. Butterfly story.
Jonathan
PS - If your name is Katai...you are a decent individual.
PPS - If you are a Live Nude or other persons, please support us this week despite the retardedly dumb drive up to Los Angeles. We don't need it, but we would love to finish to a overflowing house, smooshed with our friends.