It's Sunday again, which means it's time for me to act like I have a blog that has readers and actual posts that people want to read. I've spent the past 20 minutes trying to come up with something to write about that isn't comedy and I'm coming up short because I've spent since Friday evening watching SNL on Netflix. I started watching from the very first episode back in April and I'm currently 23 episodes from the halfway point (Helen Hunt's season 19 show) (yes, I did take the time to figure that out). I'm in the midst of the Phil Hartman era, so I've been feeling all sorts of feelings. HE WAS THE FUNNIEST MAN OF OUR TIME AND HE HAD EVERYTHING GOING FOR HIM AND HE WAS THE KINDEST PERSON AND... Anyway.
It's also that time of year again. I have a half-completed post in my drafts full of September 11 ~feelings~ that I might post this week if it doesn't turn into something completely shitty and cliche.
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This post is going nowhere. I would say "And fast," but I started it five hours ago and am only now returning, so...
I don't want this blog to become re-cap central, but I suppose I could talk about a cool thing I got to do this week. You're all interested, right??
The theater group I work with is putting on a production of Macbeth this November. Our director got in touch with a man who is a pro at Shakespeare -- he's performed for a good portion of his life and even worked with Sir Ian McKellan. He put on a workshop for us on Wednesday night, and while I didn't know what to expect when I walked in, I knew it'd be something interesting that I'd hopefully be able to take with me. The beginning of the workshop was kind of dry -- we just went over iambic pentameter and all those Shakespeare-y terms that everyone had drilled into their heads freshman year of high school. I think he could tell he was kind of losing us, so he then made us all get up and yell "No!" a total of eight different ways. The further we progressed, from shouting and punching to a simple finger-wag, the more he encouraged us to use our facial expressions less and our gut more. It required so much more concentration, but when I got it? I GOT IT. He also did a few more Shakespeare-focused exercises with the students, but I spent most of the remainder of the workshop wishing I had heard that before Fiddler on the Roof happened. Of course, I only had nine days to prepare the role, but he really helped me focus in a way I hadn't been able to before. I'm also sure that it's something I'll take with me whenever I finally start taking improv classes.
Welp.
This has been a sorry excuse for a real blog post. It's also now nearly eight hours later than when I started it, the Steelers are about to kickoff and I have curlers in my hair for absolutely no reason that I need to take out.
Hopefully my next post will be something worth reading!
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