Quiet, quiet, slowly slowy monkey

Improv/Comedy, Personal Bits

Sharkboy and I locked up the campground shed for the last time this year with a faint trace of relief. We were done for the season. And the shed had a ton of room left after loading up all our crap into it for the winter so next year we need to get more crap there.

So now on to the winter stuff. Like… uh… I’m tearing into lots of Improv stuff right now:

Friday Oct 6th, 9pm, I’ve been invited to perform up at the Timothys Coffee Emporium with Gord Oxley and The Wrecking Crew for this week’s Comedy on the Danforth show. The last show I saw here had 4000 maurading pre-teen girls on a birthday party sugar high and Gord kept the whole thing under reasonable control. He assures me that there won’t be that much mayhem.

Tuesday Oct 10th, I audition for the Bad Dog’s Master Class. Please drop to your knees right now and pray for some good mojo my way.

Sunday Oct 15th 8pm, the Happy Monkeys return to the stage at the Victory Cafe. Different line up of humans and games, never the same show twice. Bring your friends and pocket change. I will see you there, right?

Storage

Personal Bits, Toronto

I just got a call from the manager of the storage facility we send $50/mo to keep our extra things warm and dry. It went something like this:

“Ted? It’s P here from Bla Bla Storage. Were you in your locker yesterday at 3pm?”

“…no…? I was at work.”

“Oh well it seems that someone was by your locker. I can see that on the security video feed that there’s someone by your locker and a few minutes after that, someone went out the back door, which is labled in big black letters “DO NOT EXIT – ALARM WILL SOUND”. And of course, the alarm went off and it cost us $75 to get the security gaurd down here. We usually pass this cost onto whoever set off the alarm.”

“Well I have the key and I was sitting at my desk all day. Does not your security system log key swipes?” The reason we went with this company other than being crap-dragging distance from the apartment, was that it had (supposively) RFID at the front door and at your own locker. Secure!

“This particular entry seems to not have been logged.”

“Has my locker been compromised?” I’ve sit up from my workstation into a near upright position. This sounds serious.

“I could check.”

He hasn’t checked my locker?! He’s more concerned with who’s going to get the $75 security gaurd charge?

“Call me back if there is a problem.”

Ten minutes later he calls and quickly says: “P from the Storage locker! No problem, it was the furnace cleaner! The furnace door is right beside your locker. Sorry to bother you!”

Expect a rather large garage sale soon. I don’t think I want to keep my stuff there any longer.

Yet Another for Rick Mercer

Celebs and Media, General

Back in the 80s, my actor brother tanked at an audition for the Shaw Festival and in his dispair, he wrote to Christopher Newton almost a letter a week for a year. Well not quite a letter-a-week, but he did adapt his letters into a great chapbook detailing the year in a life of a struggling actor as he wades through audtions and low-paid jobs. If you email him, he might have a copy around somewhere.

In the same vein, I’ve started to send commercial spoof ideas to Rick Mercer. He’s responded in the past saying according to his lawyers, he can’t use them (or was he being polite and doesn’t like them?) and commented on the antics in my gallery. Here’s another scene I’ve sent to him:

Scene: Outdoors, a city park seen from a static camera, overlooking a somewhat busy walkway. An “actor” dressed in city worker’s uniform comes into frame and holds a shovel up. Jokingly, he swings the shovel in the air like it was the world series. He winks knowingly at the camera, suggesting something good is going to happen.

Scene: Goofy, loopy cartoonish music plays as we see the same park at a slightly longer shot. We can see that there are people walking past the Actor as he digs a hole next to the sidewalk. A man passes him and the Actor lets fly with the shovel blade to the back of the Pedestrian’s head. Whack. The Pedestrian stumbles and falls. He gets up holding the back of his head and starts to verbally abuse the Actor but we don’t hear what he says due to the loopy music. The Actor drops the shovel and with balled fists, nails the Pedestrian square in the nose. The Pedestrian goes down and struggles to get back up, angrily protesting as he rises. The Actor kidney punches the Pedestrian and he goes down again.

After a few good shots, the Pedestrian comes back into frame with a bloodied nose, puffy eye, etc. He’s a mess. As the Actor hauls back to land another blow, the Pedestiran holds up his hands in fear. The Actor stops and starts to laugh. Jovially, he takes the Pedestrian by the shoulder and points out the hidden camera there… there… and there.

Logo: Just for Laughs Gags! Your Pain is our Pleasure!

Oh Rick, can’t you see that I am aching here? Please put me on your payroll!

Last Night’s Show – Upcoming Shows

General, Hobbies, Improv/Comedy

What a frigging rush last night was! The energy of the room was so charged I felt like I could say “poop!” and people would laugh. I did a great set of “Slow Motion Commentary” (think MXC but with the athletes moving in slow motion) with Lisa, Evangeline and Rene that killed. “Imma Go Git” was fun but I fell out of character near the end of it (I had to be blind in one eye, talk using Western phrases and trip every third step). The rest whizzed by so quickly… I have to single out Evangeline for the best line of the evening: Her line during a Film Noir short scene with Earl brought the house down: “You’re cheap like a $0.10 steak and just as tough.” Brilliant! Obviously she’s been studying!

Our next “Happy Monkeys – Invaders from The Danforth” show will be Sunday October 15th.

I’ll be up on stage again at the Bad Dog theatre this Friday at 10pm for their “That Friday Show”. Face time!

Sage Advice

General

I wish 2/3rds of the blogs out there would have heeded to these words, evident by the jump in partisan blogs on the Non-Partisan Blogging Alliance.

Sometimes I wish *I* had, but I’m happy to mutter to the great cyberspace like a pee-smelling street troll.

“Hi fan!”
– Daily Show correspondent to his real-time video blog camera.