Thursday, May 21, 2009

the show must go on...

Alas, dear readers...or reader...

(I mean let's face it, most people find this blog by googling the word "farts")

I'm writing you to say that I am going to turn the lights down on the randonimity and set the stage for a new blog. A blog that talks more about what I'm doing now...a blog that will BLOW YOUR MIND.

(Okay, that's overstating it a bit...but still, go with me here.)

So, please, bookmark the following link...

The new blog is called "Behaving Improv-perly" (See what I did there? A little play on words and shit? A lame attempt at humor...whatever...I was pressed for time. I went with my first thought. It's a lesson. A lesson, folks.)

So, feel free to reread the old posts here if you like, but really, you should check out the new stuff. Because that's where I'll be.

Thanks for letting me borrow your eyes this past year or so. You are [all?] fantastic.

Monday, May 18, 2009

2 months later...

I am a slacker.

I get it.

Don't sass me.

There has been too much going on to keep up. Lots of improv. Lots of harmless debauchery. Lots of fat, melting off my body (17 pounds...I know, right?!)

It's been about a year since I started this blog. Actually, I think it's been over a year. I think that perhaps I might just end this one, and begin anew. Something that tracks my summer. Because, you know what? 2009 is THE year.

For what?

Well, I haven't quite figured that out yet, but it's deserving of a fresh start. And with summer in sight, I feel like there will be much more to hammer out on this here keyboard.

Until that's set up, you know, check back and whatnot. Who knows, I might keep on updating the ol' Randonimity.

Monday, March 23, 2009

just a little update

Not much to say really. I'm really excited about Spring starting to arrive in Chicago. I guess I look forward to the adventures I'm imagining for Spring/Summer.

Taking Max to the zoo or the museums, Cubs games, wandering aimlessly and exploring new things, lots and lots of improv.

It's weird. I have no regrets in life. I mean, you just can't. Whatever it is that's happened, it's helped to shape me into who I am now, and who I will eventually come to be, so I can't look back and wish that I hadn't done something.

But there is this part of me that feels revitalized. I don't think that I was ever "missing out" recently. But I think I arrived at a point where I knew that it was time to move forward and discover things about myself that I need to know. I guess I just started to think that I was stagnating, which was no one's fault. It was just life.

I feel like I'm finally starting to come into my least on a deeper level than before. The last time I found myself in this position, I was young, stupid, and rebellious. But now? Now I feel wiser, a little less stupid, and not rebellious, but a healthy way.

I've found new hobbies, and have discovered a balance between going out and enjoying my own company...and my jammies. I've started watching more movies, and challenging myself to try new things. I've put more energy into my work, and have set bigger goals for myself in that respect.

I've decided to dive head-first into improv, learning and doing all that I can because it's one of those dreams I let fall by the wayside because I thought my circumstances wouldn't allow me to do it. I don't care if I'm good at it or not. I enjoy doing it. It makes me happy. And doggone it, I am having a ton of fun. I'm also starting to trust myself and stay in the moment more because of it.

But I'm rambling. Point is, it's springtime, I'm looking forward to it. Also, I like cheese.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

i've come to realize...

That I soooooo cannot hang like I used to. But, actually, I'm fine with this. Don't get me wrong, this weekend I had a BLAST; however, 4 days of staying out til the cows come home was a little much.

But fun.

But still, a little much.

I guess it was just something I needed to get out of my system. Push the limits. Break my routine.

Shake things up, etc. etc.

I think from now on, however, that if I go out til really late one night, it's probably the only night I won't be in bed by midnight. Because I'm too old *lol*

I will also be seeing a lot more improv. Chicago's full of it, and I've realized that watching other people do it only makes me want to be successful at it in some capacity, that much more. Plus, it's a shit-ton of fun, and I think it's in my blood. I guess it sort of makes me feel a little more alive. Or, in other words, I'm quite passionate about it.

Now I'm rambling. In short: one late night a week is about all I can handle these days. And I'm cool with that.

Now to tend to the chores. Woo hoo.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Saturday, February 28, 2009


So, since I've started my improv classes, I've felt a lot more confident about myself. However, for some reason, over these past two weeks or so, I've felt like the most awkward, unfunny, overweight, aging pile of doo-doo on the planet.

Odd thing is, I don't really know why. Part of me wants to blame the weather. I mean, seriously, could spring just get here already? For real.

But part of me thinks that I'm being too critical of myself. To self-aware for my own good. I know that when I don't give a toot about what other people think, I end up having a much better time, whether I'm out doing some karaoke, or grocery shopping.

It's when I pull apart everything I do or say in terms of how I imagine others are interpreting those things, that I start to feel unfunny or unlikable.

I just wish there could be a 70 degree day, sun shining, people out walking, where I could feel a little taste of spring to get me out of this funk.

I also need to buckle down and eat right like I've promised myself. Perhaps if I stop making the goal to "be skinny" and make the goal to "be healthy" I'll have more success.

Who knows.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

sunday, sunday, sunday

So, I'm in one of those moods where I just don't know what to do with myself. All weekend it's been like this. I cleaned a little, took a bubble bath, created a new station on Pandora that I adore. Watched a movie. But I feel restless. I think it's because I desperately want spring to get here.

Not just because of the warm weather, but I'll also be quitting smoking. Most people don't look forward to this, but I kind of am. My hair and clothes will smell prettier, I won't wake up feeling like I slept face down in a chimney all night. And, unless I've already done too much damage, I'll be able to sing without getting scratchy or losing lung capacity.

To ensure that I don't break my rule and smoke within the first 3 weeks of my quit date, I'm scheduling a wisdom tooth extraction. (Not for this purpose alone, of course. It needs to be pulled. Fucking extra teeth that nobody needs...) Can't smoke for 2 weeks after an extraction, so I figured it was perfect timing.

That and I more scared about getting the tooth pulled than completely altering a lifestyle I've known since I was 17 (on and off).

So, in the weeks after March 20th, you may notice that I'm cranky...and that I have gauze in my mouth...

...juts try to ignore it. It'll all be worth it later on. :)

Was going to rant about how old I'm feeling lately...but after typing it out, I realized that I'm an idiot.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Let's see...

Ah yes...I'm trying to lose 30 pounds.


No really.

Totally blows...but, I refuse to buy bigger pants. Absolutely refuse. I also refuse to buy bigger shirts because it's not my boobs that are the problem, but my tummy. Oh for petesake, what the hell.

Been doing 10 or 20 minute workouts in the mornings. I think I need to order a hoop for work that I can keep at the office...of course, not sure where I could hoop for 10 minutes. When it's warm I'll happily go outside. Hmmm....I should look into this.

Because really, I have fun hooping.

And, that's all for now. I know, how incredibly sodding exciting!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Betty freaking McCrocker

I know it's Betty Crocker...but I'll never forget the time at Indiana State when a bunch of us tried to make those cut and bake Pillsbury cookies and burned them to shit.

One of my good friends from that year was a bit baked herself, and when we laughed at her for burning the cookies, she replied with a slightly slurred, "What? I'm not Betty freaking McCrocker."

What followed was a perfectly placed bit of silence that turned into a fit of laughter.

Anyhow, that's all beside the point. Tonight, I bake. In the Betty McCrocker way...not the Cheech and Chong way.

Unless Cheech and Chong make Valentine's Day cookies.

And when I say bake...I mean bake. From-scratch sugar cookies with from-scratch icing.

It's gonna be nuts.

I may just capture this fiasco on video.

You know, thinking about my first attempt at college just brought up another memory about baked goods.

You know those Little Debbie brownies? The fudgy ones with the nuts in them? Well, I had bought some for my dorm room one time and it happened to be just before our RA called our floor to a meeting on our bathroom etiquette.

Apparently some of the girls had a hard time cleaning up after themselves...leaving things in the toilet...or dropping shredded pieces of t.p. all over the ground. Pretty disgusting.

What irritated me and my friends was the fact that we were getting scolded for other people's nastiness.

After the meeting we met up to discuss, and in turn hatched a plan.

We took a few of those brownies, warmed them up in our hands, and molded them like clay into, well, into a giant turd. It was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.

We snuck to the bathroom, where we appropriately placed the brownie-turd on a toilet seat, and a little in the bowl.

Then we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

My friend's dorm was right outside the bathroom, so between snickers and laughter, we would just listen.

And then...the payoff.

The loudest, most disgusted shriek flew from the bathroom. There were even a few gags. Then a rush of people down the hall.

And finally, above all the commotion was the voice of our RA, "You guys! Come on. We JUST talked about this!"

She. Was. Pissed.

We were still in the room laughing our sneaky little asses off. They actually thought someone had shit on the toilet seat.


So...yes, tomorrow morning, if you work with me, expect cookies.

And I promise, no mushed up, turd-shaped brownies on any of the toilet seats.

Saturday, February 7, 2009


Fear not, I'm still around.

After talking to Ryan yesterday...I realized that I should the very least...update the Randonimity on a weekly basis.

I mean, people are kind enough to subscribe (usually after my throwing a tantrum and stomping my feet on the ground. Usually...but not always.)

So, it's been some time. A lot has changed, and it's still early in 2009.

Second City has been a God-send. No, really. I don't know if any of you have noticed, but I'm far more likely to make a complete ass out of myself...without feeling bad about it. It's really a good thing, actually. Instead of being afraid to let myself out, I just do it...if it works, great. If not? Well, that's okay too.

Still loving my job and the company in general. It's a great experience and I'm learning quite a bit. Still as excited to walk through those doors now as I was on the day of my very first interview.

Also, I like Palmer's fudgy hearts.

Speaking of which: Valentine's Day. *pfft* I've never really liked it, but being single again, I realize how much it's EVERYWHERE. I think my disdain stems from that year in elementary school when no one gave me a Valentine in my Valentine shoe box. (Which, by the way, I spent the WHOLE NIGHT BEFORE decorating with enormous amounts of iridescent glitter and doilies.)

Shit like that can scar a kid for life. There I what? 8? 9? With an empty shoe box, while the rest of the class...even the kid who picked his nose and ate it...had at least one.

I think that if I got a shoe box full of Valentines some year, I might think differently of the holiday. *Might* being the operative word.

Of course, I'm long past the days of decorated shoe boxes and paper Valentines. So I don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Ha!

Anyhow, until next week!

P.S. Check the link list. New blog/podcast added (second link down). It's the project of a friend of mine and it's good. So check it out or I will eat your face. Thanks.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

a little break

So, I haven't exactly been using 2009 to keep up with the randonimity.

Funny thing is, there is a lot of stuff going on...however, for once, it's stuff that I don't feel like publishing on the InterWebz for all to see.

Because life is such a whirlwind at the moment, I might not blog as often here as I used to. But check back from time to time...I might surprise you.

And eventually, when things calm down, I'll be back to writing at least SOMETHING once a day.

Thanks for understanding!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

success! *poot*

So, I was checking my Sitemeter account only to discover that someone all the way from Argentina found Daily Randonimity.


They did a Google search...

...for "farts, nice farts"

and were directed to my blog.

I'd call that a win.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

nothing new to report...

...except that I love my new iPhone.

And that 2009 hasn't been half bad so far.

Also, made my first new post for Cinematic Resolution.

Go check it.