New Zealand, Sucka!

(That title will make a lot more sense once this awesome film sees its rightful North American release…)

So it’s August of 2002 and a younger, blonder AC is sharing an elevator ride to the lobby of his Sydney hotel with a Friendly Kiwi.

“Where you from?” he inquires.
“Canada.” I reply.
“Going to New Zealand?”
“Not this time, I’m afraid…”
“Why not?”

Cut to five years later where a slightly older and less peroxided AC has just taken Air New Zealand up on their offer of discounted passage to Auckland and Wellington, where I’ll be checking in on Second City alumnus Derek Flores.

August has traditionally been a slow month for work, and with both my TourCo and Neutrino gigs wrapping at the end of July this year will be no exception.

And hey, what better way to celebrate unemployment than to spend a whack of money travelling to another hemisphere?

Second City Invades Teh Interwebz!

Kudos to former Second City Mainstage cast-mate Paul O’Sullivan for joining the blogosphere… Head on over to his Grumpy Middle-Aged Man site to read all about life “down on the farm” for this big talent!

Elsewhere, The Chicago Second City Touring Company is putting the blogging features of MYSPAYZ to good use, instead of padding their list of friends with 13 year-old Emo Kids like the rest of us. This road journal, along with Ruby Streak’s weekly Podcast, would appear to give the Chicago Company the technological edge over us Canadians, but does their TourCo Director upload videos of improv sets to a mystery site for internal use? Hells no!

(P.S. If any of you intrepid internauts can find this mystery site the hilarious performances there will be your own reward…)

Pur(H)ell

After a day of performing triage on hundreds of hopefuls for the upcoming Second City Reality Show, I have but one regret… That I didn’t bring any hand sanitizer with me.

Kids, here’s a free audition tip:

Do not under any circumstances shake hands with the person you’re auditioning for, even if you thought you did really well or recognize them as one of The Devil’s Adjumacates!

After the first five or six handshakes I really started to feel like I was getting the cooties, and my fears were justified with some of the folks then proceeding to put old condoms on their fingers, their hands down their pants and so forth.

I can personally guarantee that quelling the urge to offer your hand will get you way further as an actor than I ever got, because I used to be guilty of the very same thing — the handshakes, not the condoms or hands down my pants…