The Last Photo Day

     After two years, the "one day, ten photos" project has come to an end. It's been a fun project to be a part of. A group of us all spent the 11th day of every month documenting it through pictures and them posting the ten best for everyone to see. Funny, sad, beautiful, quirky, blurry; they were all parts of us, and it was very nice.

My last one day, ten photos contribution: http://oneday10photos.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-last-one-day-from-new-york-city-and.html

Creation

Guys, I'm making something. And boy are my arms tired.

Changes

     Imagine David Bowie's "Changes" playing here, because when I say the word changes, that's what pops in my head.
     Changes are happening. They're exciting and scary at the same time, like all changes are.

Vice

     Ah! I can't stop! That's the nature of vices, right? Vice is defined as "an immoral or evil habit or practice." When you look at it that way though, maybe a lot of the things we call vices aren't really vices. Maybe we're using a bit of hyperbole when we call drinking coffee a vice. IMMORAL? EVIL? Holy crap. I didn't know. I actually started this post thinking about how terrible biting my nails is and how it was a terrible vice of mine. But now I'm reconsidering because I don't classify it as immoral or evil. It's gross, but I don't think it's the main cause of my damnation to hell. Still, I need to make a better effort at not biting them. I hate that I do it but at the same time there is something oddly satisfying about it. Much like all those other immoral and evil things. Oh god, I'm doing it right now, between sentences. Stop it, stop it. When will I ever stop? Oh, it's a bait. So likely never. Great.

Expanding

     Even though posting on Oliver is getting less and less frequent, I'm still going to take it to the next level. I'm joining the party late and I've started a tumblr.  It can be found at nancymelchert.tumblr.com. If you check it right this second, the only content is a picture of me. But more will come. It will be more focused than Oliver is, so please still visit Oliver for my frenetic ideas on TV, books, and science. And anything frenetic.
   

Oh

     Sometimes that great thing that makes you feel great all the time can also make you feel shitty. Yep, sometimes improv makes you feel shitty. You read about how that can happen, but you secretly hope that will never happen to you. But it does and there is no amount of reading or anecdotes that can take away that sting of the shitty Harold you just did. And you know you have to shake it off, but maybe for about 20-minutes, you just want to dwell on it. You want to wash it down with some Sam Adams Octoberfest and replay the shitshow in your head 15 more times.
     Eventually, you can get off that bar stool and head home and know you'll be back to do it again. What are you going to do? Quit? No. Of course not. That would be ridiculous. You're going to do it again, and it might hurt again. But you spend some time staring at this poster and you know it'll be fine again.

(From http://improvartvice.tumblr.com/)

Moments I Love

     There are some moments that are just great. I had spent the majority of last night at the theatre--I did a marathon if improv shows, catching The Curfew, Death by Roo Roo, and Grandma's Ashes. All were wonderful and totally worth standing in the back of the theater for 4 hours. I started walked home and had that great debate of going out or going home. I had been alone at the theater, so there was no peer pressure to go out. Also, it was just after 11:30 and I was hoping to watch some of SNL. I knew one of my friends is very often at a favorite bar of ours on Saturday nights--not because he has a problem, it's just what is done--so I decided I would swing in the bar to see if he was there. If yes, I'd hang for a drink; if no, I would continue home.
     I walked into McManus at about 11:55pm and headed towards the back. There was my friend, sitting with several other friends and acquaintances, all watching SNL. I took a second to take it in. Ah yes, this is exactly what I wanted. To watch the season premier of SNL with my comedy friends at a bar. This is perfect. I stood a step back until commercial break and then approached the table. A great night was had by all.
     Also, more bars should just show regular TV shows.