I’ve been around a long time and this is my blog so I’m going to say a thing here and it’s good I’m not on facebook so I can’t post it on your news feeds but here goes also it’s really judgmental I’m sorry sorry sorry:
You are supposed to go to your indie team/house team improv practice every week.
I bet that’s even true for sketch teams or something but I’ve never been on one so who knows.
Not most weeks. Not 3/4 weeks. All the weeks for all the months. And the whole thing. Not the whole thing except the first half hour or the last twenty minutes. Or the middle third.
Having another professional commitment doesn’t make missing not count. You’re still not there because of, like, the time-space whatever.
Also - making money is important! Sometimes we have to miss to make money! We don’t get paid and we even PAY to do this! But having a good reason doesn’t make you un-not there.
Missing does not make someone a bad person. Being late doesn’t either. It doesn’t even make you a shitty teammate or less of an improv lover. But it does make you less committed to that team or project and that, like, matters.
So I think maybe don’t be mad when someone calls you on that? Or when there are repercussions for being less committed. And if it, like, happens a lot then that does become a thing.
Why am I even SAYING this?
Well, 1. because Robber Baron had a member who was a WRITER on 30 ROCK for the entirety of our run so we practiced every Saturday at noon for three hours and it’s not because we were suckers, it’s because that’s what you did.
2. it’s less fun to coach/direct/teach under these new circumstances and I know it effects my commitment level too and that’s some damn bullshit on my part.
I am now going to end with a quote that is often incorrectly attributed to second President John Adams but actually comes from Peter Stone’s brilliant libretto for the musical 1776.
"Commitment, Abby, commitment. There are only two creatures of value on the face of this earth: those with a commitment, and those who require the commitment of others."
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This is really funny. This is the Midnite Vultures of comedy articles.
Anon hate from the late 1800’s.
What I love most about this is that this person was SO INCENSED at the recipient that they couldn’t even wait the days/weeks it would take for the mail to go through. No, they had to say “FUCK YOU” as soon as fucking possible and, AND, let the recipient that they were not done with the fuck you, nay, this was merely the first volley in what would undoubtably be a dressing down of Biblical proportions.
This is not from the 1800s. This version of the Western Union form was not used until the 1960s, as you can see in this telegram sent to JFK. Earlier versions looked different (1919, 1937, 1942) . But here’s some more: actual telegrams had text that was, in general, cut out and glued to the telegram form (for instance, this example from 1959), not actually typed onto the form. Occasionally, telegrams were typed directly onto the form, but if so this was done with a standard typewriter. The typeface here looks (to my untrained eye) like Futura, or a variant. Futura was invented in 1927, and would not be a typeface used for telegrams, as it would have to be set, which too time-intensive a process for telegrams. Also, notice that all the parts of the telegram that would normally indicate date, sender, et cetera, are not filled out. This is not a telegram that was ever sent.
So where is this from? Possibly an urban legend from the 1970s, according to this book about urban legends.The book gives no information about this being an actual telegram that was sent, it simply states that it was collected in 1978 by “an employee of [the] Pacific Telephone Company.” It seems to be a standard joke/urban legend in law firms and politics.
Easier, that is, unless you want to buy your daughter something that isn’t pink. Girls’ obsession with that color may seem like something they’re born with, like the ability to breathe or talk on the phone for hours on end. But according to Jo Paoletti, an associate professor of American studies at the University of Maryland, it ain’t so. When colors were first introduced to the nursery in the early part of the 20th century, pink was considered the more masculine hue, a pastel version of red. Blue, with its intimations of the Virgin Mary, constancy and faithfulness, was thought to be dainty. Why or when that switched is not clear, but as late as the 1930s a significant percentage of adults in one national survey held to that split. Perhaps that’s why so many early Disney heroines — Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy, Alice-in-Wonderland — are swathed in varying shades of azure. (Purple, incidentally, may be the next color to swap teams: once the realm of kings and N.F.L. players, it is fast becoming the bolder girl’s version of pink.)
-NYTimes Magazine, December 24, 2006 What’s Wrong with Cinderella by Peggy Orenstein
~ The Southern Illinois Record, August 6, 1914
via Illinois Digital Archives
"You will have all of the standard human traits."
Also, finding out that I share a birth month with Robert Green Ingersoll makes me happy.