I can’t sleep until my allergy pill kicks in!
1) Today is Mother’s Day. Patti G. is strong and brave and it makes me very happy that the older I get, the more I see how alike we are. I know she thinks I’m always making fun of her, but I just legitimately think everything she says is hilarious. She’s my favorite.
2) This past Saturday, The Mannequin Room had our 100th show. I’ve already gushed enough about those assholes, so I’m just going to say I’m beyond lucky to be able to have constant fun with my best friends … who are also all assholes.
3) This twoprov thing is shaping up to be quite the project. I’m excited. I’m booking shows and nailing stuff down, so stay tuned.
4) Still raising money for AIDS. Pony up!
5) I had the pleasure of helping host Indie Cagematch at the UCB East tonight, and the lineup was stacked for reals. Former Business Partners, my first improv team crush, killed it per usual. Honestly, they’re going to take off so just get on board now while you can. Butts — what a goddamn roster. So many awesome players on that team, it’s stupid. They did a cool new form of their own creation, so if you weren’t there to see it, well I guess you missed improv history being made. Sorrryyyyyy. And finally, new champion, Out of the Woods! Great energy, great fun. So happy I got the chance to do it—it was super-hard to vote and I’m normally a really opinionated jerk.
6) Katey Healy-Wurzburg kills it at comedy. Just kills it.
That’s my time, folks.
IMPROVISERS AS BABIES
CHRISSIE GRUEBEL
Yikes.
I watched viral videos with my mom and wrote down what she said about them. -
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[Kurt Vonnegut] often said he had to be a writer because he wasn’t good at anything else.
He was not good at being an employee.
Back in the mid-1950s, he was employed by Sports Illustrated, briefly. He reported to work, was asked to write a short piece on a racehorse that had jumped over a fence and tried to run away.
Kurt stared at the blank piece of paper all morning and then typed, “The horse jumped over the fucking fence,” and walked out, self-employed again.
” —Excerpt: Armageddon in Retrospect by Kurt Vonnegut; Introduction by Mark Vonnegut. h/t reddit/wikipedia (via eyeheartnewyork)
Every day of my life.
(via jonbershad)
God I needed this today.
(via jonbershad)
Hey guys.
It’s Chrissie Gruebel (in case you didn’t know who owned this blog you’re following). If you need to match a face to my name, here’s my performer page on NY Improv Teams. I’m not always that windblown. The important parts of this post are in bold for easy speed reading.
This is an invitation from me to you.
I would like to do twoprov set with you — yes, you. Anyone. Everyone! (Ideally you’ll want to perform with me, but if you’d like to work with someone else, I guess I can Match.com that shit for you.)
How will it work? Easy.
Email me (cgruebel [at] gmail.com), message me on Tumblr or holla at me on Twitter or Facebook—you can even talk to me in person. We’ll choose a date/time that’s good for us both and I’ll find a show that fits.
Why am I doing this? The reason is threefold.
1) I’m looking for ways to challenge myself and I’ve never done twoprov before. I don’t actually know how it’ll be. Maybe we’ll have a great show! Maybe we’ll have a terrible show! But the point is: no matter happens while we’re on the stage together, one day we will both die and it won’t matter anyway.
2) I work with a team that performs constantly and we’re best friends in real life, too. It’s an incredible stroke of luck we found each other. But on the flipside, being complacent is not good for anyone. I want to make sure I keep trying new things, exploring new possibilities, and working with new people—even strangers! Even you!
3) I COULD just secretly ask people, but putting myself out there in public is a big part of it. What if no one wants to do this with me? Who the hell do I think I am? There is a strong possibility I get zero responses and the back of my dress is tucked into my tights. But I have to be ok with it. And I will be… I think. We all need to feel like we can handle anything that happens both onstage and off—so here goes.
This I promise you:
Whatever happens during our set, I will support the shit out of you and never leave you hanging and never bail on you. And it’ll be breezy and hopefully fun.
I’m gonna fight my aversion to self-promotion and talk this up in real life too, but I figured if I post it on Tumblr, I can’t take it back or wuss out. Feel free to tell a friend or stranger.
UPDATE: This post has been sitting in my drafts for a week and I’m hesitating.
UPDATE to the last UPDATE: A week and a half.
UPDATE to the last UPDATE to the last UPDATE: Ok. Now.
“I just texted Mike and go, ‘I am not trying to be a bear, but dinner better be ready when I get home.’ He just writes back ‘whoa.’” — my best friend’s marriage works as long as she’s getting fed consistently.
Hey everyone!
AIDS Walk New York is a month away and my donation page is looking mildly pathetic! My team, The Mannequin Room, is working our collective asses off but we all have personal goals, too!
Mine is $500 and I have about $475 to go. Do you have a dollar to swing my way?
I wanna win, guys.
I went to the doctor the other week to get my vaccines for Thailand and one of the questions on the form was “are you at risk for pregnancy?”
Finally someone recognizes what a fucking menace pregnancy is. I always walk with my keys threaded through my fingers so that if pregnancy jumps out of the bushes to get me, I can punch it in the face and really do some damage.
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