Very soon I'll be taking a stand-up class. It starts next week and ends right before we leave, so the timing is perfect. In my head I've been meaning to get into stand-up for awhile. The thing that appeals to me about it in difference to improv is that if something isn't going well or the audience isn't reacting as expected...well, it is just me up there, so I can change it. If it is a successful change, I win. If not, I can only blame myself.
In other news, we've gone from the coldest July in Chicago on record to possibly the coldest August in Chicago on record. It is 57 right now and should get to the mid-60s. The nice thing about this is we can close our windows at night.
In this apartment, with our windows open, sounds always happen early morning. It seems like garbage men come daily to pick up trash. Birds have nice trees to chirp in. And dogs find stuff to bark at. All right by our apartment.
With our windows closed they are not giving up. Now we have saws cutting through cement in the back parking lot, and today I was awoken to the sound of a crazed dog and a woman screaming...in the back parking lot. I am no dog expert, but if these people would actually walk their dogs instead of letting them out into the gated parking lot they might be less stressed. It was very surreal and I was only half sure I heard it, but once it woke me up I also heard a guy say "are you okay?"
Sounds. I guess I don't always like sounds.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
8/1/09: Beep Beep Beep
First off, I had a great first two official ComedySportz shows back in Chicago. Thanks to the people I played with. Fun times.
The mere mention of it is to set the scene for the story. I got home around 10:30pm. Our sublet apartment has been pretty infamous for being in the center of where random sounds happen. I never really get real sleep once 5:00am hits. Birds, neighbors with loud stereos, car alarms going off, etc. But last night the sounds were going already.
Beep beep beep.
Beep beep beep.
Beep beep beep.
All of our windows were open so it was easy to hear. It sounded like it was coming from the building across the alley. I let it go until about 12:40 when I was ready to head to bed.
I shut just the bedroom window, but the sound permeated in through the other windows in our place. As I was shutting windows I saw a guy from the apartments across the alley out looking around for the sound.
As I got back into the bedroom I heard him saying something. "I think it is coming from your building!" I opened the window to say "up here it sounds like it is coming from your building." Well, the mystery was elevated.
I headed down to the alley and sure enough, the sound was coming from inside of our dumpster.
The landlord has been dry-walling and painting the entry way to the building and had just finished. Apparently. There were paint cans and random construction debris in the dumpster, as well as tenants' garbage, and a beep.
The beep was so loud that it was hard to tell if it was in a bag or in the dumpster so I would take a bag out and then listen. The guy from the other apartment started helping.
He found a smoke detector and took the battery out. Mystery solved.
I told him we were the heroes of the neighborhood and we went our separate ways.
The end.
The mere mention of it is to set the scene for the story. I got home around 10:30pm. Our sublet apartment has been pretty infamous for being in the center of where random sounds happen. I never really get real sleep once 5:00am hits. Birds, neighbors with loud stereos, car alarms going off, etc. But last night the sounds were going already.
Beep beep beep.
Beep beep beep.
Beep beep beep.
All of our windows were open so it was easy to hear. It sounded like it was coming from the building across the alley. I let it go until about 12:40 when I was ready to head to bed.
I shut just the bedroom window, but the sound permeated in through the other windows in our place. As I was shutting windows I saw a guy from the apartments across the alley out looking around for the sound.
As I got back into the bedroom I heard him saying something. "I think it is coming from your building!" I opened the window to say "up here it sounds like it is coming from your building." Well, the mystery was elevated.
I headed down to the alley and sure enough, the sound was coming from inside of our dumpster.
The landlord has been dry-walling and painting the entry way to the building and had just finished. Apparently. There were paint cans and random construction debris in the dumpster, as well as tenants' garbage, and a beep.
The beep was so loud that it was hard to tell if it was in a bag or in the dumpster so I would take a bag out and then listen. The guy from the other apartment started helping.
He found a smoke detector and took the battery out. Mystery solved.
I told him we were the heroes of the neighborhood and we went our separate ways.
The end.
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