Latest Acting Class - Stage Combat

I couldn't believe he burned my books. What an asshole. So I got in his face and started yelling and that's when he slapped me. And that's when I punched him back. Hard.

Yup, we had a stage combat class the other night. We first learned the techniques ("learned" is a very rough description here, for the most part our punches, kicks and hits wouldn't have fooled a blind person) and then did improv scenes.

I never realized how much fun it was to pretend to punch people in the face and stomach, drag them around by the hair and kick them to the ground. And get punched, dragged and kicked in return. :)

My favorite things.

This is what a bead studio should look like.

Mine does not look like this, alas.

I'm working on my monologue from Burn This, a play by Lanford Wilson. And in the interest of knowing the context of the monologue, I got the play out of the library.

Had I read the play beforehand, I wouldn't have picked this monologue. My character is a drip. I think Lanford Wilson meant to create a modern romantic drama for our time.

Instead, I think he couldn't stop himself from asking, "Why do beautiful and talented hags end up romantically involved with men who are either nonentities or Neanderthals?"

And that sub-text is just all over everything, like bad mayo on a sandwich.

Whale Watch Pictures

I think this one is a dolphin...

And this splash too. Dolphins are fast little buggers.

A humpback,

Another shot of a humpback, I'm very pleased with this one.

Last but not least, a humpback's tail,