The Humbling Times and the Salve

This week, we got back to the Armando style of long form improvisation in class. It depends upon a monologist driving and inspiring the scenes. It's a fun and distinct form, and yet does not seem to have in it anything to be wary of when one returns to it after a break. It was surprising, then, that most of us fell victim to it in some fashion. Sometimes the fundamentals fall by the wayside as one tries to master the larger and more lofty elements. Perhaps that's it, or perhaps improv is not like a bicycle. In any case, it was as fun as ever regardless of momentarily prominent shortcomings.

Class was followed by another little party. They're multiplying, and may soon crowd out those endeavors that pay for them. It was fun anyway. My attempts at Pictionary drawings seem to be more fun than the competition itself. The night was capped by a triumphant viewing of a tv show on which a comrade had a silent but winning appearance. Good night.