When AWESOME isn't a strong enough word.

It is no secret to the reader(s) of this blog that I LOVE improv comedy, specifically the improv comedy of the troupe Stranger than Fiction which includes my High School English Teacher. Tonight, I, along with My Former Boss (MFB) from my summer internship, went and saw a completely new and never before seen improv show directed by my High School English Teacher.

It was based in the era of Jane Austen novels, and is called "The Wheel of Austen." The actors are in period customes and talked in silly voices and it was just amazing. I have tried on several occasions to put Stranger than Fiction and improv comedy into words, but its impossible. If you've ever seen an improv show, you know that it is impossible.

My favorite part of the show, honestly, didn't happen on the stage, but in the seat next to me. Hearing and seeing MFB reactions to what was happening. I feel like a cool person for knowing about cool thinks like Wheel of Austen and STF. I rarely get to feel cool. It's also like I'm giving the gift of laughter to new people, even though I'm not actually invovled. The gift of laughter is the best gift to see recieved. :)

I can only suggest that you go see it, which may be impossible. HOWEVER, they are going to try to record and post a show that they do to the internets. Hopefully, the get to, so that anyone can see this show. It was just so awesome, so amazing that I can't put words to what it is.

I know that when I blog, it tends to randomly be about how amazing STF is, or because I want to link something else, but to be honest, that's the only time anything intersting happens. I'm going to start trying to make something happen, to do my part to change the world around me and write about it. But there is only so much I can do.

I do however promise a daily blog update the week that Video Game Boy stays at the apartment. I'm sure that this week will have blog-able events happening every hour if not every day. This week is fast approaching, and I'm very excited about it.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because I love my STF and former boss :)

Books Read: 9
Currently reading: So Yesterday by Scott Westerfeld.

(I'm going to re-post the "cast" list of the code names for people in my blog, mostly so that I remember who everyone is, but also because I have new codenames and new friends)

An STF High

So, this weekend was the "Improv Comedy Clash" presented by Stranger than Fiction, an Improv Comedy Troupe based out of the Seacoast of New Hampshire that my High School English Teacher is in (http://www.strangerthanfiction.us).

Basically this was a battle of improv awesomeness. There were two teams that battled each other in the regular improv games that we see every Tuesday. There were also judges, local celebs, that scored them in a mildly hilarious way.

Just for background, last night was my 48th Stranger than Fiction show. I've been going for as long as there has been a STF. I love them.

Yesterday morning I awoke to a direct twitter message from my High School English teacher. Which, honestly, is there anything in the world more awkward than waking up to a text message from your High School English Teacher? Anyways, he asked me if I, STF groupie, would like to be a judge in Sunday night's show. I, of course, was all "Umm Hellz Yes Mr. English Teacher."

So all I really did during the day yesterday was search for 3 hours for my handmade STF t-shirt, and try to figure out how many shows I'd been to (48).

I arrive at the Player's Ring uber early per usual and waited whilst listening to Hank Green's new live Album "I'm so bad at this." (which is awesome and he's really not that bad at it, he just needs to remember the words.)

At 9 we are allowed it. The judges, which also included a man named Steven who runs a web comic about time travel and a member of the troupes mom, were ushered out back and told what to do. Which, since myself and BP's mom have been to almost every show they have ever done, we know exactly what to do, the talk was mostly for Steven. We are basically told to make up scores and just have fun.

For my scores all the skits were silly things that had happened at the last 48 shows that I have attended (ex: 4 deaths by the number 7, 4 Jeffs, 4 grilled cheeses, or 4 ice creams I was promised by my High School English Teacher but never received.). It was amazing.

To truly understand the awesome that is STF you have to sit in the audience and live it. There is no other way to describe what a Jon Wellington is, or why the grilled cheese is completely hilarious. There is no way to explain why we talk about sexy vegetables, why we giggle at people named Jeff, call our male siblings "miblings," have dreams about creepy chicken babies, or why the mere mention of a 26 year old man would stand in the middle of a stage yelling "I'm in second grade" with his fist in the air, would make you almost wet yourself.

Nothing will ever be funnier that a bigger guy ending up completely upside down in a metal folding chair, how the only appropriate song ever sung was about having an affair with your teacher, or climbing the ovary crags of Menstrual mountain to fight the period monster. And you, blog reader that isn't my best friend Georgie, or Tracy, who has been to the shows before, will never quite understand it, no matter how much detail I put in to recreating the night in words.

STF has been, and hopefully will be forever, an amazing part of my summers, and I hope that there is never a time that it is. I'll be living in Maine next year, and I totally anticipate driving the 2.5 hours home every Tuesday to see them.

(So I'm listening to "Accio Deathly Hallows" by Hank Green, and he just said "I know this could end real bad, but I wish it didn't have to end at all" and even though it is actually about Harry Potter, I got a little bit teary-eyed thinking about how there is only 4 shows left in the summer.)

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome, because my dad brought home boxes that look like coffins yesterday. And I have a picture to prove it on my phone.

I quit my job!

My crappy ass weekend job, not this one, but I do leave here on the 21st. And I'll be very upset about it, because I kind of love this job; not a soul crushing weight jumping off my chest, like I did when Adam said to me "So that will be it then?" and I said, "Yes, I'm leaving this place." And then mini happy danced in the parking lot. There will be a bigger happy dance doing down on 22nd when I leave for good.

Today the guy I work with isn't here (sad face), so I'm kind of worried I won't have anything to do. And I forgot my book (and my Gryffindor neckless) on the coffee table. So I'm going to have to play on Google News for most of the day (Just discovered that in fact, my boss will be in safety orientation all day, so I'm left alone.).

Yesterday was a day similar to how today will end up being, and yesterday I ended up too bored to listen to music, which is horrible. Mostly because listening to music is what I do when I'm bored.

I read a news article about how if you overwrite your iPhone Operating System, drug dealers will hack your phone and all children will become crack addicts. Actually, I read and article about how Apple said that, and how ridiculous it made them sound. Apparently it will also cause the end of the world: cell towers will crumple, instant communication will cease to exist and it will be like we live in like the 80's or something, before Internet and cell phones! OH NO!!

I wish I could find the article, I should have emailed it to myself, but I didn't. It was hilarious. Considering most of the news stories these days are about people decapitating infants and murdering expedient mothers stealing their fetuses (feti?), reading one about how Apple doesn't want to you write over your iPhone OS or life as we know it will no longer exist is LOL-able.

Tonight is the opening of a weekend only improv show!! It's a battle improv, and I don't really know what that means, but it should be interesting. I think that my boss actually made need to sit and laugh at other people for a while to de-stress her. She's very stressed, and doing 3 jobs. And gets blamed when people injure themselves. Totally not her fault if parts of your body that shouldn't be anywhere near a clamp ends up in it.

I'll be sure to let you know how the improv show goes. I'm sure it will be improv with a capital G! But I also know you're DYING to find out about it!

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

today is awesome because I get 4 improv shows this week instead of 1.