Hey, mostly improvisers who read this blog! Did you know that an improv festival starts tomorrow? Oh, right. I suppose you did. I mean, how could you not. You will no doubt be there.
Hey, one person who isn’t an improviser who reads this blog on the rare occasions it updates. Yeah, you. Did you know there is an improv festival in the Twin Cities this Thursday through Saturday? You did not? Then let me enlighten you!
There is that thing I just said this week! It’s the Twin Cities Improv Festival and it features your local improv favorites along with improv groups from around the country! Really, any info you could possibly need can be found at the Twin Cities Improv Festival website.
Me? I’ll be performing with Neutrino Twin Cities at 12:30 AM Friday. Or technically, Saturday. It’s in that weird gray abyss between Friday and Saturday meant for drinking and cursing. I will also be performing with the Mustache Rangers at 8pm on Sunday, that weird gray abyss meant for drinking and cursing.
So there you have it, improvisers and not improviser! Buckets of improv coming your way. It would be a shame to miss it. Hopefully, you are not a shame monster who lives off of shame. That benefits neither of us.
Pay attention! Here are the things that are happening, and their order.
First! The Mustache Rangers will performing at the Brave New Workshop this Friday as part of the Punch Out! show. We will be battling improvisational group Family Night for the title. Come watch the funnies. Here is the information.
When: May 23rd, 2008, 11PM CST
Where: Punch Out! at the Brave New Workshop
2605 Hennepin Ave S, Minneapolis, MN 55408
Cost: $10.00
Second! Least Dangerous Game returns this Saturday! The Twin Cities wide game of hide and seek is exactly what you need to get yourself out and about in the location you have chosen to live. Go to the website to sign up and get more information.
Third! I am working on a new comic strip, that will be found right here. Don’t go there now! There is nothing! But come June 3rd, believe you me, a new comic strip will start. Will it be the best thing ever? I don’t want to over hype it, so the answer is “no.” But another answer might be “yes.”
I am the owner of LeastDangerousGame.com. That is all the background you need for the following email exchange.
Email to me:
Hello,
I am the registrant of the domain name, Dangerous.com. I have been using the domain for several years as an advertising site, displaying relevant ads pertaining to Dangerous Sports. I am considering selling the domain and I recently noticed that your company could have a commercial interest. I am asking US $100,000 for ownership of Dangerous.com. If you are interested in submitting an offer or if you have any questions my contact information is listed below.
My reply:
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
The End
Okay, relative stranger. Some event in the past has deemed a vocal greeting necessary when we see each other. I would be happy with a simple head nod, but fine. We won’t argue the point that we can honor each other with the brief use of our vocal chords.
But there is no reason for you to use my name in your greeting. Because I sure don’t remember your name.
You know how I was coming out of the bathroom and you were on your way in? We didn’t see each other for more than a split second and my name was already shooting out of your mouth. How the hell did you do that? I can’t even remember my own age given a calculator and five minutes.
When you say my name, I don’t suddenly think we have some kind of special bond. I think you’re some dude trying to make me look stupid. And maybe I am stupid. But I don’t need a reminder in the form of friendly greeting.
We can continue to go through the ritual of our vocal greeting. That’s fine. But keep my name out your damn mouth.
Dear man at the Valvoline Oil Change in Crystal, MN,
I don’t know why I winked at you, but rest assured it was an involuntary muscle spasm. When you came up to my car and asked me if you had oil all over your face, I didn’t know what you were talking about or how to react. And that’s when my face decided to wink in a reactive manner.
It’s not that you were not an attractive fellow. I just enjoy boys as friends and not lovers. You may feel the same way, I do not know. Our uncomfortable small talk post-wink didn’t indicate your feelings one way or another.
Please do not track me down. I am not in love with you.
Best regards,
Aric McKeown
[Photo by Code Poet]
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