KingLou Drops Science 2.0

On Friday Gunshow did a show at Juvie Hall. We had a 2 hour slot to do whatever we wanted to do so we decided to invite a group we'd never preformed with. We decided to invite Primal Bias which is part of The Project. The project is show of teams made up of some of the best imprpovsors in town so this team was good. It helped that Matt Stinton had gone to see The Project and seen them and been very impressed. Luckily they were free and agreed to perform with us. We also asked Sara Schaefer to host for us. Sara is a master of the classic "Aw shucks I am sucking up here" style of comedy all the while she is not sucking and comes off cute and totally watchable. Very Conan-esque self depreciation. The show was lightly attended. Getting a crowd to come see improv is always a tough proposition. However the 6 paying customers in the seats got a great show. Sara was great as she told terrible anecdotes about her life on stage. Primal Bias was amazing. Every scene was rich and just plain hilarious. Then it was Gunshows turn. We had decided to do a form known as "Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs." The form doesn't really have anything to do with Maslow. It just sounds good. Anyway here are the scenes. 1) a guy says he likes the smell and he is told he is smelling the sock drawer. The scene switches to a man selling a TV to another. The man agrees to buy it but wants to pay with crazy money. Fake bills, change and all manner of silliness. 2) A man returns home from fat camp after losing 400lbs. He reveals that during his time there he was fed through a tube and restrained and altough he was hateful for the first three months in that state he has finally seen the light. His wife is so excited she begins to eat a chocolate cake. The man is insensed and throws the cake to the floor but begins to eat it as he curses her. Staff from the fat camp arrive and force a tube his throat and thank her for call. 3) A small town welcomes a city dweller into their town. They inform him that he is to be the new blacksmith and that items from outside the town are forbidden. The local handyman, who speaks to spirits informs the townsfolk that the spirits have said the new guy won't be around for long because he must be eaten. 4) Welcome to the Gargolye Grotto. An eccentric man introduces his love interest to the lowest level of his dungeon. When she is not turned off he seals them inside forever. 5) Jarvis the town handyman agrees to contact the spirits to halp a man find his baby. The spirit needs some sexual coersion before telling where the missing baby is. It turns out the man had tied his baby to a kite and the kite is stuck in a tree. There may have been another scene or two but it's been too long since the show and I can't recall the rest. The show did end on a nice note where we revisited Ashley and Dan's "Woman married to a retard" scene. The audience loved it. It's exactly a week from that show. Amazing. On Monday I helped Ashley's husband, Nate, with a video for his one man show. I got to play a bum. I think I am getting typecast. It was a fun shoot even though it took place in the York Street F station. The damn train was coming all the time. I have never seen so many F's. I didn't think I did a very good job but such is Lou. Somehow I misplaced my new cycling glasses right after that shoot. Now some real bum is probably wearing them. If any homeless people read this blog please ask your bum friends if they found a pair od cheapie bike glasses. Thanks! If you return then I will give you a bag of recycleables.

Day number 3 of commuting on the new bike and I wiped out on my bike. Heading north on the West Side Espanade I was riding pretty fast and was a little more than 1/2 to my job when it happened. Right by the Intrepid (thats the Aircraft Carrier that is the Air Sea and Space Museum) they took away the pedestrian walkway to do construction so all the walkers go on the bike path and don't even think of looking where they are going or walking 4 across or suddenly lurching to the left. They forced me into the curb. Nice and bloody arm was my reward for not plowing them down. tried to go around them but my front wheel washed out on the stone curb and down I went. I managed to come out of the spill relatively unharmed except for a gouge on my arm that bled nicely and some insta-swelling around where the bone hit. The tourists sort of stood around speaking unintelligeble babble of their native lands. Meanwhile I just kept saying "Fucking god dammit!" and "FUCK!" I wasn't even thinking about being hurt too much. I have been injured in a bike accident and when you are injured you can't think of anything else. All I could think about was "Goddman these idiots" and "I hope this bike is okay." If I had been injured I would have probably been thinking "What are you retards doing? Call someone!" But since I wasn't hurt besides the blood leaking from my arm I picked up my bike and just got back on it without even really looking at them and headed off to work. Luckily my bike was in even better shape than me. No visible damage that I have seen yet. As I rode I squirted the wound with water. I wish I had taken a picture of it because the streaks of blood going down my arm were pretty grim looking. Luckily the school has these awesome first aid boxes everywhere so I was able to slap some nice gauze and triple-diple antibotic on there. I just changed bandaged before lunch. Still looking pretty meaty under there.. The clean up swabs and anti seceptic spray sting like hell but they are going their job. God Bless the Fayerweather first aid kit. UPDATE! MY WOUND!

haven't blogged in forever. Well that isn't exactly true. I haven't blogged since April 6th. But in blog years that is like forever. Well not like foreever but yet again for a REALLY long time. So since my birthday... Gunshow was accepted to the Providence Improv Festival! So that means that we'll be journeying two whole hours away to the strange land of Rhode Island to make funny up for other improv freaks. It should be fun. Jodi and I recently went on a 3 bike shop tour to buy ourselves new bicycles. Jodi needed to replace the ones that she had gotten stolen last year. She picked out a nice little Trek 7300fx. She rode it home from the store and really digs it. I was switching over from my long gone off-road days to a more realistic street riding bike. Seriously, I haven't gone off road on a bike since like 1997. I owned my mountain bike sine I worked at Raibow Jersey Bikes and Fitness in Wisconsin. When I built it up it was a top of the line off-road asskicker. Vicious on the uphills. Agressive on the downhills. It was a sweet ride. Beautiful construction. But unfortunately for me it was the last of a certain type of bike and they no onger make parts that fit it. The suspension fork is shot on it and they don't look like they are going to be making that size again anytime soon. Basically within 2 years of me buying the bike the industry standardized a size of fork that doesn't work with my bike. Wow. That was a case of short story long. Anyway. Had the bike 10+ years. Needed to get something that suits my commute to columbia a little better. So I picked up a sweet Specialized Sirrus Comp. It's a very fast and nice bike. I have made the trip to and from work a few times and it's a good fit. I really cook on it. My legs are killing me but thats also a good thing. A couple of weeks ago the in-laws were in town. We managed to make it to the Bronx Zoo for the first time in our time her in New York. It's actually really close! The zoo was awesome. We only saw about 1/3 of it before we called it quits. It's pretty huge. School is almost over so I am looking forward to the downtime. I need to see what I need to do to take classes over the summer. I would like to take a class in screenwriting or something like that. Something low-risk. Maybe... a class on getting a nice tan?

On Sunday I turned 36. Good grief! How did I celebrate? Well Friday I performed some mediocre improv. That was not so good. We did a show based on my repressed memories. It got off to a lack luster start and just stayed that way. Saturday it rained as if even God was disappointed in Fridays show. God please don't take out your rage on those poor flood plained people in New Jersey. Sunday, my birthday I was woken up by my son, Ace. Ace had finished writing my birthday card that morning and decided that rather than wait for me to wake up that instead hitting me in the head was a better way to getting things moving. I was truely touched. I think it was possibly the greatest birthday wake up ever. Then Jodi came in and the presents started flowing. Let me tell you, I made out! Later we went over to that newish bar, Floyd on Atlantic. It's pretty spacious and it has an indoor Bocce ball lane. We had a decent turn out! Jodi and I played some Bocce and won. We quit after the one game to make sure our title remained intact. You can see pictures near the bottom of this assortment. Again at this party I made out with the gifts. Mike brought me a sweet Pink Guyabera. I can't wait to wear it. I also got a great assortment of interesting books and miscellaneous knicknacks. I even received an offer to spruce up this blog. Hooray! Notible deaths: Terry Shivo who barfed her way into a coma. Pope John Paul the 2nd who died his way into heaven. Mitch Hedberg who made a lot of people laugh. I was not one of them for the most part but I may have just been turned off by his hair. Man do I hate long hair on a guy. The guy was funny. As funny as John Paul the Duece? I guess they'll have to have a joke off at the pearly gates. Someone else died, too.... WHO!?? I can't know. It's late.