May 23, 2004
- After reading this extremely cool New Yorker article on the neverending search for the giant squid, I just had to take the C Train uptown to the American Museum of Natural History to check out their "Clash of the Titans" diorama of a sperm whale battling a giant squid. Some of those dinosaurs sounded pretty tough, but I think my vote for the most kickass creature ever would have to go to the giant squid:
- Following my squid-seeing, I headed downtown and enjoyed a drink with Little C-Za, a loosening-up precursor to the day's main event, my performance for my Level Two improv class. Unlike my Level One performance, this time I had friends in attendance to witness the spectacle. (I'm sorry you couldn't make it, but you were all very busy.) And once again, it went pretty well. We had a small class, so we were lucky enough to get to do two performances (rather than breaking a large class down into two groups), and both sections were reasonably successful. I had a few good moments and there were no major breakdowns, though I did learn one of the main advantages of performing in front of an audience: you learn exactly when a joke stops working.
My two main characters were a veteran who was having major trouble readjusting to civilian life despite having served in a Canadian supply outpost (which did inspire what I thought was a brilliant blackout line from a classmate: "Go to Hell, baby-ignorer!", and an online romantic who was accidentally marrying a man. My closing scenes weren't as successful, but that's one of the more difficult parts I've found in the whole Harold structure. Besides my main work there was some decent support work in a couple of other scenes and group games. For a Level Two class I thought we did pretty well: the friends-and-family audience was laughing most of the way through, and people did seem to have a good time. And one of my classmates made cupcakes! And there ain't never nothin' wrong with cupcakes.
- And to close out the evening, Keith brought a few of us down (on a subway car where we were given some fascinating literature regarding a worldwide conspiracy that includes Starbucks, the Vatican, Rudolph "the Red-Eyed Demon" Giuliani, and the Mormon Mafia) to some Tribeca bar where his company was having some sort of Nascar PR event. We enjoyed beer, nachos and wings, a non-fatal car crash, and an assortment of hot waitresses and hostesses. And there ain't never nothin' wrong with any of those either.
[Marine biologist Steve O'Shea] described its curious morphology: two eyes spread disconcertingly far apart; a parrot-like mouth concealing a raspy, serrated tongue; eight arms extending outward from a torpedo-shaped head. Each elastic limb was lined with hundreds of suckers, ringed with sharp teeth. The skin was iridescent, and filled with chromatophores—groups of pigment cells—that allowed it to change colors. A funnel near its head could shoot out clouds of black ink. The specimen also had two extraordinary-looking clubbed tentacles. (When a giant squid is mature, they can stretch up to thirty feet.)That is just completely kickass.
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