Friday night I Voiced Scandal! The Improvised Soap Opera at Dad’s. It was not my best night, but overall the show went fairly well.
I had a number of strikes against me going in. I had not seen a single show this season, though I had absentmindedly skimmed the synopsi as they came out each week. But that doesn’t give you a good sense of how the characters interact, plus seeing the actual shows makes more of an impression.
The second strike was that I was very tired.
The third strike was that no one in the show seemed particularly excited by many of the plotlines. I kept getting “Well, this sort of happened a couple weeks back, but we didn’t really pursue it, so you probably shouldn’t worry about it.” There were a couple characters who no one was sure whether they had established them as dead, but were coming back.
The thing is, I have a pet peeve about consistency in Scandal! I believe whatever happens, happens, and you stick with it. I want someone who comes to each show to care about what happens because they know it matters to the plot. If we just pretend things that happened never happened, then you can’t invest in the characters and what’s happening to them. Why do we care if someone is threatened with death if we know later they might decide they never died without comment? It’s just basic storytelling.
I’ll step down off my soapbox.
When I Narrate a show, I like to create a throughline of my own. It ties an episode together, and gives the performers some meat to work with and play off of. This time, my throughline got shot down in the fourth scene. (There are generally 20 or more scenes a night). This season took place on a moonbase/casino (a spinoff of the Space Station season). I had wanted to do a Tribble-parody throughline, but I thought about it too late, so no props. Instead, I wanted a computer virus to slowly infect the moonbase, creating an encroaching chaos feel. I started to set it up. But in the fourth scene, someone said “Oh, I got rid of the virus. No problem.” So, that was that.
But the show went okay.
I went to Gymboree with Roan on Saturday morning, and while it’s the dorkiest thing ever, he loves it. Apparently, this is the first week he’s gotten into it and started participating with the activities, and he did it full-on. He was attracting attention with is enthusiasm. Everything they did: “yay!”
They do a bit where they put all the kids on top of a parachute in the center, and the parents grab the edges and spin the parachute. You never saw such bewildered looks on kids as the floor moves beneath them.
Saturday was the first Colonel Fuddy Duddy’s Bestest Circus Ever. We had a nice, large crowd, and they seemed to enjoy it pretty well. Stacey tells me Roan was scared at first, but by the end he was on the edge of his seat clapping. And that’s really all the feedback I need.
We had a pretty standard issue weekend, except
I bought an electric lawnmower, as the rains and laziness have conspired to get our lawn in an unmanageable state with the reel manual mower we have.
At the park with Roan, I overheard a father fail in his telling of a lesbian joke to a neighbor woman. He was discussing some lesbian neighbors of his, and how they have settled into some stereotypical masculine/feminine roles. Then, out of the blue:
Him: Hey, want to hear a lesbian joke?
Her: (obviously uncomfortable) Uh…
Him: It’s a nice one, not offensive.
Her: Well…
Him: Why do lesbians bring a u-ha– wait, no…
Her: What?
Him: Hold on… On their first date, what do Les–, no.
Her: (changing the subject) Have you ever been to Glendale park?
Him: Wait, it’s good. I got it. What do lesbians do on a second date?
Her: (pause) what?
Him: Rent a u-haul.
Her: (blank stare)
Him: It’s funny because… well, they move in together fast. Lesbians.
Her: (pause) They’ve recently renovated Glendale park. It’s really nice.
I almost snorted out loud. On many levels.
Does anyone know where there’s a park with ducks to feed? That’s what’s missing from my life right now.
There are ducks at The Duckpond, as it happens. It’s up Peachtree, sort of behind Christ the King and back all in there.
Is there anything you don’t know?
Hmmm, let’s see. Yes, there are things I don’t know.
I know that particular thing, however, because I used to be a part-time nanny.
Did you fly in every morning using your umbrella?
No, I drove my broom.
Is there anything you haven’t done?
Yes.
Oooh! that’s good to know! Now I have a place to take all the old bread crusts I’ve been saving up.
You need better hobbies.
You should have jumped in with the lesbian joke. It is a good one…
In the end, listening to him was way funnier than that joke ever could be.
Yeah, I bought a reel mower when I first got my place, thinking “Oh, it’s environmentally friendly and I can get a workout while I mow the lawn!” but it didn’t really cut the mustard- or the grass… so I returned it and got a regular old gas-guzzler.
It did okay if we did it regularly. It made a very nice cut, in fact, as advertised. But we have in no way, shape or form done it regularly.
We kept our reel mower. I still hold on to the hope that I’ll use it occassionally to trim and get that ever-needed workout.
I had the same hope
When I bought our electic to “suplement” the reel. Never used the reel again. Eventually set it by the street and somebody from the decatur park service picked it up. Apparently they use them for a few small projects.
My problem with the reel mower wasn’t cutting grass, it was cutting sticks and sweetgum balls. Or rather not cutting those objects. I spent more time extracting stuff from the mower than using it.
I love my quiet clean electric mower. It feels like I am vacuuming the grass. No icky gas or oil, smells like grass, and if I hit a rock or something and it stops, I just move away and it restarts. Nice.
Re: I had the same hope
Well, exactly.
Our problem is pinecones.
And really tall grass.
On how many different levels can you snort out loud? Is that like Tuvan throat-singing?
There are six different levels on which you can snort out loud.
But you have to have achieved Snort Enlightenment before you can do it.
I’d think that by snorting on six different levels, you’d reach Snort Enlighten-head-ment.
Admit it!
We got to you with our electic lawn mower! we converted you! Bwahahaha!
Galbinus_caeli got the blade sharpened on ours. Last Saturday he finished mowing the front lawn before realizing he’d put the blade in backwards. It does a much better job if the sharp edge is hitting the grass. :-}
I love kiddie gyms. Good thing we have grand children.
Re: Admit it!
Yes, yes. You got me. I crumple under peer pressure.
A fun alternate is the little pond in Decatur Cemetery, if that sort of thing doesn’t creep you out. I used to feed the ducks back there all the time. I can only hope the mean duck is still there, as he was very funny. You won’t be surprised to hear that Matt Yates and I sat back there once and watched the mean duck chase and grandma and a toddler, and it was hilarious. We laughed so hard that the grandma said, “You would have come and helped me if he caught me, right?” It’s worth noting that she was laughing too. Let me make clear, I’ve never seen the mean duck hurt anyone or any other creature. He just chases. Which is very funny.
I was going to suggest the same place.
Except for all the actors that live around there. I am not sure he want to expose Roan to such unsavory characters.
speaking of duck ponds, one of the highlight of our sojourn in NYC was the little pond where you can rent remote control boats. all the ducks were climbing onto this one party boat and just sailing around like they were in some kind of regatta. Like a bunch of ducks who’d headed off to the Hamptons for the weekend…
Would that be in Central Park?
On the East Side, around 76th street or so?
That is right where Josie’s hawks live. If you stand on the west side of that pond and look over the pond and the trees to the buildings across fifth avenue you can see the first hawk nest in central park up high on the building.
Pretty cool. But the pigeons poop on you.
I’m glad the occasional scandal! inconsistencies bother someone else too.although sometimes i guess you jsut cant do anything about it