Check out my package!

That's what Canada Customs did. Maybe they're reading my blog, and got mad at me for calling them "duty pimps". I refuse to apologize. They are dirty. They are dirty, and they opened my package and inspected it. They had their grubby, duty pimp hands all over my stuff, evaluating it. Judging it's terrorist capabilities. Determining if they could get away with charging me more money for the privilege of receiving it. Dirty.

But, on the upside, my Palm Pilot finally arrived! 4 weeks after it was shipped from San Diego. Works great, looks good. Now I just have to find out what software to install in my computer so I can be cool, and HotSync it. My Palm is an m505, so I'll have to find some older software, I'm assuming. What do I know. I just like shiny things.

Did two shows at the improv festival last night. The Slap Happy show at the mainstage was just me and Dave. Kerry and Sandy are both on vacation now, so we were on our own. It was a lot of fun. And a lot of work. I forgot how much work a two hander can be. But really, really fun. We chatted in the dressing room about how we wanted to handle our transitions and edits. We decided that we didn't want to any of our usual stuff, nor did we want to be all crazy and run around. So we decided to try and make small shifts. I think it worked out pretty well. A couple of edits in, we easily recognized the shifts the other was initiating. Fun.
I think it worked well, because I have a tendancy to edit earlier than Dave (want to leave some meat on the bones of a story so we have the option of returning to it), and Dave has a tendency to identify and explain more than I do. So between the two of us, it balanced out.

Whatever. It was just FUN.

I played a dancer in a couple of scenes, and lived out my childhood ballet dreams. Knew those lessons would come in handy someday!

Then I zipped up to the Bad Dog to catch up with the Short Weird crew. I kind of forced my way into this show, needling Marcel about not inviting me to do the set. Needle, needle! I had a blast playing with Sean Fisher, Scott McCrickard, Jamillah Ross and Marcel. I don't know if I've ever done much improvising with any of them, but we had retarded fun. Our warm up consisted of grabbing a drink across the street at the Old Nick, and cracking wise.

Marcel thought it would be funny to order a pizza at the start of the show and see if it could be delivered by the end of the set to end our show. Sadly, the pizza dude showed up a couple of minutes after the lights were pulled, so we missed the mark. The audience was happy to grab a slice of sausage and pineapple pizza (they chose the toppings! Freaks.) on the way out the door, though.

Tonight is Bass Happy and friends. Joe and Mark, me, and Christy and Paul. I can't wait.