Ok, so the improv class is pretty good. We're playing all familiar games and it's stunning how many I've forgotten. I'm enjoying the class ... although ... I can't really say more than that, because ... it ... would be bad. I mean, let's face it. Haven't we all learned the lesson of blogging about one's improv experiences? One thing that I can safely say is ... my new improv teacher reminds me so much of Jonathan Hardison that it's scary.
One guy in my class went to UNC and took a class with DSI. His teacher was Zach Ward. He knew Ross White. On that basis alone, I have deemed him a good guy. That and he doesn't stink at improv. He told me that DSI is now one of the biggest improv festivals in the country. Kudos! That's actually pretty f-ing awesome.
In other news, I got one of the other things on my Xmas wish list. No ... not Brad Womack.
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you can get Brad whenever you want if you go to The Marq. He's there all the time.
Blogging about one's improv experiences is only bad when there's a paranoid self-loathing egomaniac involved somewhere.
Not that I'd know anything about that, mind you. I'm merely speculating.
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