Showing posts with label Kristen Wiig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristen Wiig. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

On the subject of Moving On

Improv class ended tonight. A second session of the class called 201 has reached the final curtain, with a less than great final performance from me.















Thankfully, THE performance, our showcase on Sunday night was awesome. I felt very much at home on the stage, and for some reason, the animal instinct came out in me.

In the first scene with Lauren and "the Other John," I found myself playing a lead footed cat who had lost his Tabby. When I found her, she was stolen away. That is until Tabby fed the nefarious feline a poisoned dish, allowing me to turn the cad into French Kitty Litter.

"The Other John" is an extremely esoteric gentleman who is from France, and always seems intrigued by the differences in society here and there. He says he's giving the Northwest another year and may see what else is out there. I hope he finds a place he feels welcome, but he can always call on "the other Jon" to be a friend.

Lauren is heading to Fordham to begin classes, and hopes to be a star on the stage someday. She has amazing talents, and an ability to take on a character and own it. One of her scenes reminded me of Kristen Wiig, which as readers know, makes her aces in my book.

One person with whom I did not get to play a scene in the showcase, but became one of my favorite people in class was Matt. Mr. Schmidt is a stand up comic, who happens to work behind the scenes in movies. However, now, he has a great new opportunity, joining the staff of 30 Rock in New York. Matt and I share a propencity to speak too much in our scenes, but the difference is when Matt speaks, it comes out as some genius comedy - and I believe it will take him places. Right now, it's taking him to New York, and he will be missed.

If I had to pick someone who caught my eye from the opening moments of class, it would have been Rosie. She teaches theater to younger kids, and there was that young innocence in her performances on stage. Her voices were priceless, and her kindness was worth even more. She is off to Austin, Texas where she will working at a Tiny Tots School, while hopefully chasing some improv dreams with the growing scene in the very cool city. Her midwest accent, taken from her family, will be a constant memory of a really fun person.

Showcase's final scene - forward backward - made me into a horse, which, if I had listened more carefully, a centaur. It was a fun scene with the understated Brett stating his love to ride horses and asking me if I had a cough. When our teacher, Doug, called for the scene to go backwards... off I strode back to the offstage area where I toppled onto the chairs and staging back there, with a huge crash. Might have been the biggest laugh of the night for something that no one saw. Erika's ability to saddle me up created the best on stage laughs. Fun scene.

So tonight, we all said our goodbyes. While I have to say that this class did not have the family feeling that my last class had, and still holds to this day, there are many people that I will very much miss. And to those three who leave the Northwest to chase their dreams... here's hoping they all find theirs' to come true - whether it is on a stage, or just in living a wonderful life. Thanks for making mine just that much better for having known you for this short time.

Good night Matt, Lauren and Rosie! Bon Voyage!

Yours truly,
Johnny Blogger

Sunday, June 1, 2008

On the subject of middle aged crushes.

Yesterday, I told my wife that I was not going to push her to read my daily entry on my blog. I said, "Honey, if you want to know what I am writing, feel free to log in and see."

That may be put to the test with the thoughts I am sharing with you today.

I have a crush on Kristen Wiig.

I don't have any idea about her personal life. If she asked me too, I wouldn't go have an affair with her. However, she does one simple thing to me that really, REALLY turns me on. She makes me laugh.

Now I love my wife more than anything or anyone in the world, but she has to be a serious person most of the time. She is a full time student in a very demanding program. She is the mother of two sometimes very demanding children. She has very little time to laugh.

When she does, she becomes very attractive to me all over again. When the cloud of real life lifts and I see her smile, she is a brick house. When she laughs genuinely (not a pitty laugh) at something I say or do, I am just ready to jump her bones and kiss her endlessly.

On Saturday nights, I share my bed with two women. My wonderful wife and Kristen. When the Target lady finds that elusive handbag, I get tingly with glee. When Penelope shows up at a party, (I knew Kristen Wiig before anyone else as I was one of the three people who actually watched the Joe Schmo Show - "you now have to leave the lap of luxury and go back to your meaningless life working for the man.") there are emotions that just come over me. When the deep voiced Cougar arrived on the screen, I wanted to be 20 again to be pounced on. When, I'm just kidding, the nervous, I'm not nervous, just kidding, Weekend Update contributor Judy Grimes, just kidding, looks into my eyes through, her eyes were looking, just kidding, just kidding, just kidding, I feel like I am going to lose it, just kidding, just kidding. Palomino! To me, she's just Gold!

At the end of the night, the one I do kiss is my wife, when we both have the energy to achieve the actual kiss. Life has been pretty exhausting for her, and she has lost her smile. I know it's there, and she will find it again. That will be the time when I can "leave my crush" and "go back to my honey," because her smile and laugh trumps anything I will ever see on TV.

When it all comes down to it, we may have many crushes in our lives, but only one true love. I, luckily, have found mine.

Oh darn, I have to go take my son to a movie, so I can't continue on the subject of my man crush, George Clooney. See! My wife and I DO have something in common!

yours truly,
Johnny Blogger