Good Morning, Chicken

I changed the ring on my alarm clock to the Chicken Dance.

It works for two reasons: 1, I have to shut it off as fast as possible, or my boyfriend will get mad. 2, I’ve been starting the day with a laugh.

Currently, however, that’s the tune stuck in my head. Not so great after an hour.

It’s a nice break from the songs of “Seussical, Jr,” which have been on repeat in my head since June. I’m directing the musical at a day camp in Queens. There are 80 girls in the production, and there was a point where I thought we’d never get it done. The show would simply be lots of kids running around like monkeys while I scream and cry. Nothing anybody needs to see.

But everything works out if you try hard enough, and we’re starting run throughs next week.

It feels good to finish a project. Yesterday my friend Cole and I started filming a short we wrote and I can’t wait to see how it turns out.

I’ve also been performing a couple times a week with my improv teams, which is always a lot of fun.

My life is so, so silly. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Fear Corner – Tomorrow!

I’m excited to play with Fear Corner tomorrow night at the Tank!

8:30 pm – 151 w. 46th, Manhattan

Get your tickets here. 

My friend Dan Pozmanter started Fear Corner at the PIT about a year and a half ago, and is in the process of expanding. It’s a great opportunity for improvisers to pick something that freaks them out, and just f*ing do it.

There are a million things I could pick that I’m afraid of. At one point, during an exercise at the Annoyance that involved creating extreme characters, I had a panic-inducing 90s flashback to being in the nurse’s office during Field Day, begging to be sent home. But, I did the exercise. It was a riot. I now know if I need to play a German troll prince, I can totally do it.

Chucking my poise out the window is something I’ve been working on in my improv. Trying to shed the feelings of “but I need to look pretty or I’ll get in trouble.” Ugh. Thanks, America.

Bright Star Theatre

Bright Star Theatre

Tomorrow night I’m taking the fear of doing big characters and expanding it to doing very specific characters- Impressions. Why? One the main things holding me back in improv (and in life), is the NEED to do things RIGHT. (Or else!)

So, I’ll probably screw up a bunch of celebrity impressions. Miss Piggy will sound like Fat Albert, LeBron James will probably have a limp that makes no sense. James Franco might simply smile like an idiot all night long.

It may not turn out “right,” but I am pretty sure I’ll leave the show tomorrow with a goldmine of new characters to play with. And that sounds fun!

I am currently performing with two teams: Dust Strike and Blind Tiger.

Check out the “Upcoming Shows” tab to check out other performances I have this month.

Real Life is Not Mario World

I’m always looking for a reason to “start over.”

October 11, 2011
Dear Diary,
Today is the first day of my NEW life!

I blame it on Super Nintendo. When you get down to the last 10 lives or so, you go back to the early levels you’ve mastered, get about 100 lives, and then take on Bowser’s Castle.

Unfortunately, we live on Earth, not Super Mario World. So until Steven Hawkins finds a way to use black holes to build a time machine, we just chug along and layer our new mistakes on top of the old-but-wise ones.

I recently got my headshots taken. (David Noles!) For a second, I regarded it as an opportunity to start over. (Dear Diary, I’m $34,000 in debt but I have 1,000 really good photographs of myself).

Apart from being a major time suck, going back to Level One is boring. I am currently performing a couple times a week with various improv teams, collaborating on a couple of really exciting new works, and directing a musical with a cast of 70 little girls. All stuff I certainly wasn’t doing this time last year.

There’s a difference between starting over, and moving forward. Either way- new headshots were a necessary investment and a nice boost of confidence and energy.

You don’t need to buy a new car- you just gotta remember to keep changing the oil on the one you already have. And to build on the metaphor- BECAUSE THATS WHAT I DO BEST- this isn’t a career with cheap mechanics, so it’s better to just change it yourself.

If I had a nickel for every mediocre metaphor…