By applying the Kubler-Ross model on the five stages of grief, it might be easier for you to find out where you are in your Improv Development.
1. Denial: [shock] This can’t be improvisation I’m seeing, it must be scripted. They must have “go-to” jokes, do the same scenes over and over,…
I would also recommend following the farlizzle and lindsaykatai exchange as well.
I’ve been reading up on the Kony 2012 movement that blew up yesterday. I was completely inspired, but there has been criticism of Invisible Children that deserves to be addressed.
For a good roundup of both the viral movement and the criticism, I recommend NPR’s piece Ugandan Warlord Joseph…
Useless depression
Start a script about sadness
Now, it is research.
“not drunk Lilan’s always telling drunk Lilan “don’t do anything foolish!!” and drunk Lilan begrudgingly agrees
Because what is drunk Lilan but a future sober Lilan?”
Lucky. The most I ever got in someone’s heart was a twin bed. And DEFINITELY not enough room for a floor rug!
Dedicated to my darling, Sergio. ‘Your place in my heart’…exists. It’s really real.
Yearning for a nap
Hair took a half hour to style
Dilemma ahead.
Creepy gchat guy
Formerly red, is now green.
Gon’ Invisible.
Out of clean laundry
Saved by ruffled underwear
The price: dignity.
We’ll see how long this lasts. In the meantime, Wednesday will be Haiku day:
The plan is simple:
Book one pilot this season.
Pay parking tickets.
Because it will deny a healthy 20-something with no medical problems a bare minimum health insurance plan.
Last year, thanks to Obamacare, I was able to get health insurance for 6 months through my mother’s work plan. It was a blessing. I got every exam one can be examined for, physical, gynecological, and my throat had been hoarse for a while so I thought I’d check that out too.
I regret all those appointments.
At my physical exam I learned that I was slightly underweight, but terrifically healthy nonetheless. Hooray!
At my gynecological exam I gave the doctor a thorough review of my lifestyle, including my healthy diet, exercise, and use of marijuana in the last five years, because I am a sinner, you know.
An ENT concluded I didn’t have polyps, but did have slight swelling. Nothing a couple of speech therapy sessions couldn’t fix.
And now all of this was on record in Kaiser’s files. I reapplied for Kaiser Permanente health insurance after I was no longer eligible for that sweet sweet Obamacare. I mean, I had such a great time there, why not keep the party going? Since I’m poor, I pretty much had one option: For $74 a month, I could get a plan that covered no dental, no eye care, no prescription medication, no birth control, and no doctor’s visits. BUT it would cover me in case heaven forbid a car should run over my body and all my limbs would have to be replaced with robot limbs made out of titanium or aluminum or paper mache, whatever’s cheapest I’m sure. Awesome deal, right?!
I filled out the 27 page application, and like an idiot, answered each question honestly trying to match my records previously existing at Kaiser Permanente. Here is part of the letter I got back:
Foolish girl! Why oh why did I enter in my actual weight and height?! I should have known better than to not have tape-recorded my physician saying I was totally healthy, then transcribed it for readable proof later on. Did I have to mention I had minor throat swelling (NOT polyps, as the letter inaccurately states, and I made a SPECIFIC clarification stating so.)? And don’t anyone start to get righteous on the fact I should have never smoked pot in the last five years, so I should be denied coverage. Let he who is without sin admit they’ve never been stoned. That’s how that saying goes right?
And here I thought I had ROCKED that application. Zero family history of heart attack, diabetes, anything, no asthma, no ADD, no mental health problems, no dangerous lifestyle activities, 30 minutes of exercise a day, vegetarian diet. Give me my health award already! Apparently none of that counts if you have a high metabolism, had a doctor confirm you had a sore throat, or went to just about any party in LA.
So guys, if heaven forbid you see me lying the the street in a pool of my own blood from being hit by some car, DO NOT take me to the hospital! My family can’t afford it.
It’s no secret that health insurance companies aren’t interested in covering the sick/people who need it most. But if they won’t cover the healthy either, then…what…do we do?
