best improv poster ever

Condor & Becky

Green Room Snack

Guinness

Slovenian Showcase

… camp

Yeah, what time is it?
I don’t know, what day is it?
You don’t know, well I’ll tell you.

it’s day 8 of the festival
i know that only cause i counted on my fingers.
twice.
i’ve forgotten what a good night’s sleep is.

i love being so predictable that after a couple days in a town i can walk into the local coffee shop and the gal behind the counter just asks, “Your regular?” Yup.
The inspiring talent around me makes me so happy to be a part of this creative culture and at the same time makes me so self conscious and unsure of myself that i am uncomfortable in my own skin.

The Crumbs got here yesterday. Let the great reunion continue.

it’s been a crazy few weeks
work seba…sebaduh…leave of absense
plans for the summer
edmonton improvaganza

i’ve been in edmonton less than 24 hours and already i’m filled with fun and excitement
why is this such a great place? such a great community of inspiring people?
maybe because it is negative a billion 9 months out of the year so when spring/summer hit everyone is in the bestest moods
or maybe because my day to day grind and current creative outlet don’t inspire nearly as much and this opportunity to be elsewhere and be surrounded by such great talent is more rewarding.

batman begins kicks an ass or thirty. especially at midnight on an IMAX screen. in edmonton. what a great welcoming.
spent today being poked and prodded by local media about the improvised cartoon. i watched as a television show interviewed characters from the cartoon about what it’s like being at a festival as cartoon characters. meta. i’m honored to be interviewed by radio shows. my mind is swimming in the clouds.

still haven’t eaten today – so that is a must. these coffees whose purpose it is to curb the appetite just a bit longer so i can get more work done before opening are beginning to tear away my insides. speaking of insides…if you ever find yourself cleaning a bathroom at a dorm where i am staying, please inform me of all the chemicals you’ve doused the toilet with BEFORE i go in to do my bizness not after. that would be the most.

i’ve done so much in the last week and tonight we see if it all comes together or goes splat! all over the sidewalk

now i really must go get food. mind cranked. body weak.

It isn’t every day you get to go to the dentist and have your teeth cleaned all hopped up on laughing gas pumping nitrous into your body at level 9 while watching “Casino”. At one point i said something and realized that i sounded exactly like wil ferrell in that scene from old school after he shoots himself in the neck with the tranquilizer dart.