Son of Kirby

Man, look at that last entry! Will Hines all blabby-blab about the comic books! Don’t worry, true blog-ievers! I’m still going to wax ineloquently about matters of trivial import via tiny paragraphs!

I just finished reading Volume 4 of The Essential Fantastic Four — which collects issues 60-something through 80-something — back when it was done by Jack Kirby with Stan Lee. So awesome! Kirby never had a half-hearted idea in his life! I love it!

But more importantly, the night after I started reading it, I had a dream that Jack Kirby’s son (not sure if he actually had a son) was hunting me for sport. This was taking place in a hotel, down a hallway of conference rooms. I was evading Kirby, Jr.’s arrows by breaking down the sliding plastic walls which divided the conference rooms into smaller sections. Kirby was not mad at me — that was clear. In fact, right before he drew his bow and arrow he and I were having a very agreeable discussion of what makes a great comic book. But then seconds later I’m bounding through the ground floor of a Radisson, dodging crossbowbolts by the son of the man who invented The Fantastic Four, Hulk and Captain America.

Odd.

Very busy lately:

  • Had another Sketch Cram, in which a small group of UCBers meet at 11am and write a sketch show to be performed at midnight. I was so inspired by the sketch groups I had seen at Sketchfest NYC that I was obsessed with establishing a theme and having striking visuals. Unfortuntaely, we forgot to focus on simply generating material and we ended up with less than 20 minutes of sketches. Whoops. The cast did an improv set, which was well received by what I assume was a startled audience.
  • Finished a submission for Channel 102: the pilot episode Kerry On. We shot it back in February, but I didn’t have to finish it until this week. It’s very very silly. Maybe even nonsensical. Regardless of whether it qualified to be screened, I feel we did a good job with footage that we shot back when we really didn’t know at all what we were doing (as opposed to now, when… we still don’t know).
  • Burned Game Face’s last sketch show to DVD and met with the group to watch it and make plans for our July shows.
  • Started teaching a new improv class.
  • Reworked my waking daydream in which I pitch a perfect game for the Red Sox. In its current incarnation, 4 of the last 5 outs are all very tough grounders that my defense saves. The final out is a very high pop-up which still lands just inside right field.

Eliza made a catnip toy for Maggie and Hopey. They love it. It took about 15 seconds to turn them into complete addicts. They seem friendlier now. Maybe that stuff reassured them that the world isn’t so bad, after all.

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  1. Jim

    Nice, now your cats have the jones for the weed. Your brothers were right about you.

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