I wasn’t sure what to write about today. So I did what ever other human would do, I asked people to throw me a subject and I would Blog about it. I asked my friends on “Facebook” to throw me the subject so the first one I got was: From: Brian Battles who asked “Who buried those Easter Island statues up to their necks?” You never know what you’re going to get when you ask such an open ended question.
Considering I have no idea what Brian is talking about, this should be fun to try to Blog about. Let’s see “Who buried those Easter Island statues up to their necks?” Since I have never been to Easter Island and have never seen any of their statues I figured I would “Google” Easter Island. Here’s what I found in Wikipedia. “Easter Island is famous for its monumental statues, called moai (pronounced /ˈmoʊ.аɪ/), created by the Rapanui people”. The statues are actually complete torsos, the figures kneeling on bent knees with their hands over their stomach. Some upright moai have become buried up to their necks by shifting soils. Sometimes I feel like I’m buried up to my neck in stuff. Can’t imagine to ALWAYS having to live like that as these statues do. Thanks for your topic Brian.
Onto the next Improv question submitted by: Michele Paiva “waiting in lines, but in a good way (people often complain, but is it so bad?)”
To me waiting in line isn’t always a bad thing. So many times when I’m standing in lines it gives me a chance to really do what I want to with my time. For instance, if I want time to go through in my head what I need to do for the day, I can do that and not be bothered (most of the time). Standing in line also gives me an opportunity to meet new people. Sometimes I just make a comment like “Seems like everyone is out today” normally that strikes up a conversation with the person next to me. I can honestly say, I’ve never made a date with anyone standing in line while I was waiting. Have you? Another thing I like to do while standing in line is people watch. Who doesn’t like to people watch? It’s amazing at the stuff people do in public. One time while I was standing in line, I had a little kid (about 6 years old) come right up and hit me on my leg. His mom didn’t do anything about it, she just told him to get back to where she was. What would have you done if you were me? Thanks Michele for your Improv subject.