A reflection on this year in Television.

Not many of you outside of the group know this, but Mike and Alex watch way too much TV. So they thought you’d all benefit from their vast knowledge of the world of TV and review some of their favorites of this season.

LOST

Lost is had its final season. And I’ve been an avid fan since day one. This season has been a good one. The flash-sideways has allowed the Lost creatures to bring some of our favorite characters back, like Charlie, Boone (swoon), Libby, and Faraday amongst others. We’ve also been reintroduced to Claire. Crazy, crazy, French woman like Claire. She actually has kind of scared me this season. And Jacob is dead, and Locke is really the man in Black and apparently everyone was happier without the island. I mean Hurley is actually lucky and Jack has a son, with Juliette?!? And they’ve killed off all but Jack, Hurley, Kate and Sawyer by the time the finale started. Do you know how many tears I’ve cried over you Lost?!? Now that the series is over I still find myself saying “What the freak just happened. I still don’t know the man in Black’s name, or half those ‘unanswered questions’ they said they’d answer. Also I’ve put six long years of my life in this show, and this is what I’m left with a reunion special at some weird church!?!?!” Obviously I have some issues I need to work out. Overall though I’d give this season 108 stars (get it because 4+8+15+16+23+42=108). I can’t really stay made at Lost, it was truly an amazing ending. –AG

I never watched this show. I have to say I am surprised it was as popular as it was, when it was originally pitched to audiences as a plane crash survivor story (where attractive people had a much better chance of surviving) and ended showing heaven as…eharmony.com? Whatever, I hear it was a great show though, so I’ll give an A. An A that is at the same time both the smoke monster and Satan. -MD

24

24 is in its last season apparently. I watched an episode once when I was a freshman in high school because my friend thought one of the characters was cute, I think he died though… Anyway so I’m pretty sure things have been blowing up this year, and that Jack Bauers is still being hard core. Blah, blah, blah, freedom and democracy. So 24 is going to get a J from me. Yeah we’ll go with that. –AG

“Jack Bauers”? Really? Jack Bauer could kill every single person on every other one of these shows. This season was no different. I don’t need to review it. I give it a perfect score plus a by-hand intestinal search (which Jack did this season, of a guy who made the mistake of swallowing his SIM card). – MD Read More…

Hostile Crew Takeover

Here is a sketch written by our loving and talented crew!

All cast members on stage.

Mary: I would like to welcome you this evening to my….

Screen flashes red while a nuclear waste alarm sounds. The crew rushes in from all corners of the room.  Cast members look confused.

Kabe: Alright! That’s it! I have participated in over 100 DC shows and I’m sick of not being noticed!

Susie: Noooobody notices us! And the Cast makes us wear Black! Only Black! Like there’s NO color to our personalities. Well this is what I have to say to THAT!

Crew takes off their black shirts to reveal colored DC shirts. Enthusiasm ensues. Alex is still wearing a black shirt. We all stare at her.

Alex: Dang it.
Susie: Move on over, it’s our time to shine!

All crew but Alex exit stage left to get props/costumes.

Matt: If you’re the cast now, what are we supposed to do?

Alex: You’ll be in charge of the tech stuff. You know like multimedia capture and streaming.

Jason: Multidimensional what?

Alex: The video camera. Ok! Matt, Jason, and Jordan – Booth. Gregory, Whitney, and Natalie – Backstage, Caitlin, Mary and Mallory – Crowd Control.

Crew enters from stage right again.  And give the cast their headsets.

Caitlin: What are these for?

Susie: You can talk to each other without anyone else knowing. Headsets are given to Jason, Caitlin, and Gregory by Susie, Kabe, Trevor and Jordan.

Jason: Darth Vader breathing impression …Sorry.

Cast disperses to their respective assignments

Caitlin: Jason, do you think the crew talks about us behind our backs with these?

Jason: No they wouldn’t do that.

Enter P-pack with her headset still on.

P-Pack: Talking through her headset:  Susie, the cast is so clueless. *Snickers*  Jason doesn’t even know what a camera is.

Jason: I know what a multimedia capture and streaming device is! I’m simultaneously recording, streaming, and uploading while checking both fed audio sound levels and the audience ambient sound levels. …and I just got a text.

Matt successfully produces a received text sound effect

Matt: Oooooo, Sound Effects. Read More…

Thanksgiving, Not a Road Bump Holiday

Hey! Yeah, YOU! The one blaring the Christmas music BEFORE Thanksgiving… yeah, can it!

Today I am calling out all marketing professionals and experts to overcome a problem that they have been missing for the past 20 years: Thanksgiving! So many companies glaze right over one of the best holidays that America has to offer. No one needs to start their Christmas decorating in November.

Thanksgiving is not just a holiday for the grocery industry. It seems that they have been the only ones to jump on the great opportunity to capitalize on this patriotic American celebration. Thanksgiving is much more than just food! If the marketing guru’s really wanted to tap into the endless possibilities of Thanksgiving marketing they would sport their thinking-caps and get a move on.

At least Macy’s is still kicking and properly celebrating this fantastic holiday by dedicating one of the biggest and greatest parades in the world. They don’t sell turkeys or stuffing or cranberry sauce. That’s right, a department store has centered around Thanksgiving for their biggest corporate event which is televised across the world. Bravo, Macy’s, bravo! Read More…

The Exponentiality of Cheese

One thing in this world has the amazing attribute of no diminishing marginal utility. While that may seem like an economical impossibility, I submit to you the one substance that you just can’t get enough of: Cheese.

Maybe this situation seems familiar to you. You visit your local taco shop with an empty stomach yet full expectations. You order a California burrito, knowing full well that all the best things come from California. However, your Utah taco stand short changes you in the queso department. Disappointment, rage, and sadness fill your heart as you make your way through the steak, potatoes, salsa, and few shreds of cheesy goodness.

Had you said “mas queso, por favor” you would have been loving life with cheesy awesomeness oozing through the cracks and filling your non-milk dairy needs. No matter the situation, no matter the meal, no matter the flavor, more cheese means more awesome.

Even while eating a grilled cheese sandwich have you ever thought, “wow there is too much cheese on this thing”? Of course not! It was for all that cheesy goodness that you had salivated during the minute that it took you to cook up said sandwich. Read More…

Balloon Boy Saga, for those that missed it.

I must confess. I am one of the many Provo residents who finds comfort inside the bubble and only looks through the window of the media once in awhile when I feel courageous. It’s not that I don’t care about what is going on in the nation… I just don’t care to see more air time of Mr. Obama. However some family near Denver, Colorado, was able to steal some air time with one of the greatest stunts of this October.

You might have seen pictures on the interbox or on one of the TV’s at your local restaurant with a circular flying craft quite peculiar indeed. For about an hour and a half this IFO (Identified Flying Object) gripped the hearts and minds of Americans across the nation as they watched Balloon Boy take his epic voyage. For those just tuning in, a family reportedly saw their six year old son climb into a weather balloon and take off into the clear Colorado sky on October 15.

My friends and I stared at the screen speechless as we flipped from news channel to news channel till we found a fair and balanced view of what was really going on. We watched as the helium balloon soared thousands of feet above the ground at break neck speeds of 25-35 miles per hour. News anchors provided speculative commentary as to the family’s condition and the details of the balloon’s construction. From the side lines associates would shout to the news anchors of any updates from any availble source. Adding to the specific drama reports of an object falling from the craft came in extending the search efforts.

A relief came to the audience as the balloon finally lowered to the ground with a heroic emergency responder sprinted from his vehicle to grab the loose rope attached to the balloon. Confusion and fear set in when they opened the compartment of the craft to reveal no one inside. This fueled the scanty reports of a falling object the flight path of the balloon was canvassed again. At this point I had to pull myself away from the screen and head back to campus for the day certain that the kid had been hurled from the balloon and had become a grease spot in some field near Denver International Airport.

Hours later, however, the boy was found hiding in the attic of the family home. The boys had been playing and the report came that at some point Falcon Heene, the six-year-old child, had climbed into the balloon at some point but was nowhere near it when it took off. Around this time the apparent “tragedy” started to look like somewhat of a hoax. The family had been in a couple reality TV shows and it seemed as though they had missed the glimmer of the limelight. It wasn’t until reporters had a chance to interview Falcon that the truth came out; “We did this for a show.”

Media Giants and authorities alike after seeing the wool pulled over their eyes are now eager to get back at the Colorado family. The family is now being slanderized all over the web and media sources for wasting tax payer money to publicize themselves. But really, who could fault them for wanting to live the American dream of becoming another messed up family on a reality TV show?

The Heene Family has not been formally charged with a crime and it remains uncertain as to what kind of penalties will be for wasting tax payer money and taking TV time away form the President. However, one thing remains certain, this will be spoofed to death.

For more information check out these links:

Fair and balanced

Larry King Live Interview with the Heene Family

The Balloon Boy Game

Goosh

You See, It’s Not Funny, Because…

I’d like to openly accuse Divine Comedy for giving me false expectations all these years. I almost believe that I have been lied to. I’ve watched DC sketches and heard weird stories about “freshman fools”… “Oh, freshmen, what babies”… But being a freshman means nearly nothing.

I thought for sure something drastic and stereotypically freshmanish would happen to me within weeks of arriving in Provo, but, almost to my disgust, my life is normal. I haven’t any RM love-interests, and nothing in sight that could result in marriage within the next few months.

Sure, as expected, I couldn’t find my way around campus the first few weeks, and I almost joined BYUSA (before DC showed me the light), but other than that, my young age and inexperience has always been irrelevant. I thought that my freshmanliness would mean something. With some reluctance, I’ll just accept it and move on and get old like everyone else around here.

A Sketch that Will Never Run…

I wrote the following song lyrics last year.  The lyrics are to be sung to the tune of Modern Major General.  For several reasons, the sketch turned out to be completely unperformable.   Since I think the writing is still quite clever, I’ve included the lyrics for your enjoyment.   (Read it with Modern Major General playing for best results.)

Big banks said that more money could be made upon their mortgage loans,

So they gave them to people who shouldn’t ever buy a home

Now the guy who makes your fries he has a palace on a hill

But then he realized he could not make enough to pay the bill

A couple million people now have loans that they can never pay

And so the bank comes knocking and there’s nothing they can do but pray

The bank says “we will take the house” and owner says “well that’s okay,

“Soon you’ll see it can’t be sold for any money anyway”

In the past we thought the homes would be for  us as a guarantee

But ‘roudn the country real estate has fallen like a chopped-down tree

So, now we own, around the land, a bunch of worthless property

Obama says the Fed should start to regulate our industry

The trouble with big companies is that they work like Dominoes

So if we fail, and go to jail, then everybody else gets hosed

Now the treasury thinks that we really need liquidity

Seven Hundred Billion bucks should end this whole mess rapidly

But I think we should take the cash and run away to Italy

Before the Fed comes down and tires to regulate the industry

Cause after that I guarantee it won’t be that much fun for me

I prefer to steal cash with unabashed impunity!

Audition Advice

Our auditions are a lot of fun, and many people just come to watch and support. If you’re thinking of auditioning though, we’d encourage you to do so. These are the main points that should help you in preparing your two minutes of original comedic material.

First: Remember that you have two minutes to audition, and going over time is like the kiss of death. We will have a timer to let you know when your two minutes are up, so make sure your audition doesn’t go over (even if you have to sit down mid-sentence). Also, don’t forget that people will be laughing, which will make your audition run longer, so it may be wise to allow some time for that.

Second: A lot of talented people audition for DC and it’s usually a very difficult decision process. There are many ways that people can set themselves apart though, so try to find what sets you apart and then show it.

Third: Stand-up. Many people audition with some kind of stand-up routine. There’s nothing wrong with that, but please know that DC doesn’t do stand-up comedy, we do sketches. So, the stand-up routines that catch our attention are the ones that show what you can do, not just that you’re funny. For example: If you’re telling a story about how your mom accidentally shrank your lucky t-shirt in the wash on the day of your big test, don’t just tell us about it. Show us. Become your mom, show us your reaction to the now miniscule shirt as you pulled it from the dryer. Let us see your range of talent and humor.

Fourth: Be prepared. Come ready to show us what you’ve got. You get a lot more notice if you’re polished and gave it some thought.

Fifth: Stage presence. Average jokes can get big laughs because the person delivering it has good stage presence. Grab the audience’s attention. There are many ways to do this, so find what works for you, and remember that stage presence doesn’t mean you need to be loud or crazy. You can keep an audience’s attention without ever speaking (Current cast member Jeremy Warner never said a word in his audition piece).

Sixth: Original material. People have been/will be disqualified after giving great performances because they took someone else’s idea. Don’t do it.

Seventh: Ideas. Coming up with ideas can be tricky sometimes. A strong audition often comes from someone who takes something we’re all familiar with, but looks at it from a new angle that no one had considered, but can instantly appreciate. For example: We all can appreciate the inherent humor of having to take an audio tour of the library as freshmen. But what if we give the audio tour a mind of its own and it leads freshmen into diabolical traps and awkward situations? You’ve taken something we’re familiar with, and twisted it a little so that it’s fresh and unexpected. You’ll notice lots of things like that when you start to look for them. There are also plenty of things that no one has pointed out yet, but when we see a comedian reenacting it we say “That’s exactly what it’s like.” Best advice to help generate ideas: use your imagination.

Eighth: Impressions. If you can do some good impressions, more power to you. But be careful to show us that you yourself are a funny and clever person, not the individuals you’re impersonating. Example: If you’re doing a Jimmy Stewart impression, don’t just recite the script from “It’s A Wonderful Life”. Instead, show us Jimmy Stewart doing and saying things we haven’t already seen him do, like working the cash register at Taco Bell. Jimmy Stewart saying the word “Chalupa” = hilarity.

Ninth: Get feedback. Divine Comedy gets feedback before every show, as do other sketch groups like Saturday Night Live. The reason for this is because sometimes we may think something is funny, but for whatever reason, it needs some help. Many times, a few simple adjustments to your script may be all it takes to transform a sketch from average to brilliant. It may be the addition/deletion/modification of a line or even a word. Maybe adding a pause in the right place, or using a different facial expression. Sometimes you may need to scrap the script altogether. Performing it for your friends/family/strangers on the street can help you gauge how funny your material is and identify potential weaknesses.

Tenth: Have fun with it. Most everyone feels nervous about auditioning. Hopefully by the time the audience laughs at your first joke, you’ll be comfortable and really able to go all out. The audience will feel you relax and be all the more apt to laugh at your jokes. Performers should enjoy it as much as the audience.

Good Luck! We’ll see you at auditions. And remember, everyone is welcome to come to the auditions, so even if you’re not auditioning you’re more than welcome to come support those who are. (September 10th and 11th, 151 Tanner Building, 8-10pm both nights)

Inorganic Farming

Through a series of events that aren’t important, I wound up going white water rafting with a bunch of physicists, biologists, and engineers who are summer interns with NASA.  Many of these people hope to be hurled into space in the future.  Based on my assessment of their sheer brilliance, I think they are excellent candidates.

One of the NASA group’s summer projects is to figure out how to grow plants in lunar soil.  As I learned yesterday, this presents spectacular challenges.  Unlike earth’s soil, which is produced by wind and rain gradually eroding rock, and all sorts of things decomposing slowly over time, lunar soil is produced through “bombardment.”  Essentially, it is tiny rock fragments created by massive celestial objects crashing into the moon with terrific force.  It turns out that all these little bits of rock are ferociously sharp, and contain elements that make farming a prodigious challenge.

To solve this problem, our friends at NASA are busy pouring money into unimaginably complex schemes to actually grow stuff up there.  (I am actually quite glad they are spending money on that sort of thing.  For my take on why, ask me sometime!) For example, one kid said that they might use these bacteria that create a highly acidic environment, on the order of Ph 1, to help break down the dust into better bits.  Then, you apply a second layer of bacteria that ingest some of the elements in the soil and secrete carbon and nitrogen to act like fertilizer. Once all this is complete, you can plant a heavily genetically engineered plant in the “soil.”  Hooray!

All of this got me thinking:  such a proposal is the polar opposite of organic farming.  Lunar farming would make a mockery of all of the central tenets of the organic food movement.

1. Locally Grown. I think it is pretty hard to get less locally grown than food grown on the MOON!  People complain about the fossil fuels used to truck potatoes from Idaho.  Just wait until rich people start trying to impress other rich people by serving lunar potatoes at parties.
2. Not Genetically Modified. Absolutely everything in this equation is going to be genetically modified.  The plants will be modified to grown in harsh soil and the bacteria will be modified to secrete the right stuff.  (I hope that for some time to come we will lack the ability to genetically modify the astronauts to be able to eat otherwise inedible things.)
3. Made by Small Farmers. I think the United States Government is the largest institution of any kind at all.  Comparatively, it makes Monsanto look like a mom and pop operation.
4. Fertilizer Free. No way. To make matters worse, the lunar fertilizer will be secreted by genetically modified organisms.
5. Sustainable. It takes an embarrassingly large chunk of the output of the world’s largest economy to grow stuff on the  moon.  We probably  can’t keep doing that forever.

Room Reservation Process

Hello friends of Divine Comedy!  Occasionally we receive questions about what is involved in Divine Comedy and to what degree the productions are difficult to produce.  I’m happy to answer those questions with the following allegory about what is involved in reserving the venue for Divine Comedy Shows.

Allegory:

The stealth aircraft tore through the night’s sky at an outrageous speed and did so at an absolutely imprudent height.  Matt Meese’s confident hands deftly manipulated the dizzying array of controls and equipment.  “Thirty-five seconds to jump” he intoned through his sleek black headset, for the benefit of the two passengers in the rear of the aircraft.

Natalie Thomas and Gregory Schulz completed their final pre-jump checks.  They checked their parachutes, night-vision goggles, highly-specialized ballpoint pens, and in-ear radios.  “We’re go flight” said Gregory to the pilot after receiving the thumbs up from Natalie.  “Roger,” returned Matt, “opening jump door.”  Gregory and Natalie each clipped a small oxygen canister to the front of their black clothing.  The jump was being conducted from so high up that extra oxygen would be needed for about the first 10,000 feet of the fall.  The extreme height was necessary to avoid the anti-aircraft fire that came from the perimeter defenses surrounding the ASB.

The intrepid comedians hurled themselves headfirst from the aircraft.  A few seconds into their fall, Matt announced via radio that he had successfully dropped the payload of Mountain Dew just south of Helaman Halls.  The payload was designed to create a half protest rally, half desperate fight for soda, that should occupy security for long enough to allow Natalie and Gregory to book the room.

Pulling their chutes at the last possible moment, the away party landed silently on the roof of the ASB.  The sound of sirens and Airsoft™ fire could be heard from away toward Helaman Halls; Matt’s diversion had succeeded.  Quickly, Natalie unpacked shaped charges and assembled them in a one meter square on the roof of the building.  Meanwhile, Gregory assembled a rectangular box, six feet tall, and just shy of one meter square at the base.  The outside of the box was a highly polished, and nearly perfectly reflective, metal surface.  Gregory placed the box in the square of shaped charges, and stepped inside the box through one side which opened on hinges.  Once the door was secure, Natalie tapped the box once.  Gregory tapped back twice: the signal for Natalie to detonate the charges.

The charges punched a neat square hole in the roof of the ASB and the box fell straight down.   It landed with a jarring clang, and, for a moment, there was silence as insulation and dust fluttered down to the floor of the building.  Then, as expected, Gregory heard a sound like the hissing of hundreds of agitated snakes, the a horrible wail, then silence.  After a few more seconds, Gregory stepped out of the box and stood in the midst of a few dozen stone medusa, all turned to rock by seeing their own reflections on the box.

“I’ve neutralized the medusa guard,” he whispered into his watch.  In response, Natalie dropped stealthily through the hole in the roof onto the top of the box, then onto the floor.  As the pair turned in the direction of their ultimate destination, they were surprised to see a river of flowing lava, roughly twenty feet across.  They clearly recognized the door on the other side from their preparatory study of building schematics, but the river had obviously been added since the maps had been made, probably to keep the medusa happy.

“What now?” Gregory asked helpfully.  Natalie smiled and swung her pack off her shoulders.  “I told Pennepacker we weren’t going to need this,” she said as she produced a compressed air powered adhesive cable gun from her pack, “but Pennepacker insisted.”  “We need to give her a medal, or something,” said Gregory, with wide-eyed astonishment.

The pair crossed the lava river hand over hand on their newly fashioned suspended cable.  They paused before entering the door on the opposite side for Gregory to remove a pristine white envelope from his vest. He opened it carefully and drew out a single sheet of fancy stationary.  It read “from the desk of the University President.”   Natalie looked at the stationary and whispered, with something approaching reverence “many freshmen sacrificed so much to obtain that stationary for us.”  “Let’s make sure their sacrifice wasn’t in vain” Gregory offered, with obvious resolve.  The both drew a deep breath and flung open the door.

No sooner had they done so than they were nearly knocked off their feet by the hideous roar of Cerberus, the multi-headed student administrative employee.  Each of its five heads sprung out from the central body on a hideous serpentine neck.  Cerberus sat behind a desk that stood in front of a field of low-walled cubicles, where paperwork slaves toiled endlessly, with despair evident on their faces.    “Why have you come to the ASB?” screamed the redhead in the center, clearly the leader among them.  “We’ve come to book a room for Divine Comedy” Natalie said icily.  In a voice dripping with venom the clean-cut male head replied “In order to do so, you will need to fill 37 forms, 19 of which require signatures from deceased persons.  After doing so YOU WILL SPEND A THOUSAND GENERATIONS IN PERGATORY  while your forms are processed.”

With obvious delight, and a little flourish, Gregory slid the fancy stationary across Cerberus’ desk.  The monster gaped in horror as it read a letter from the University President authorizing the bearers to pass unobstructed.  With a silent jerk of its central head, the monster directed the comedians onward.  As they passed through the forlorn rows of paperwork slaves, they distributed free tickets to the Best Of show, spreading light in an otherwise benighted place.

After the desks ended, the cavern narrowed into a poorly lit tunnel.  Fastening on their headlamps, they proceeded into the tunnel.  After traveling about a hundred yards, the tunnel turned 90 degrees to the right, continued on another five yards, then stopped in a rough rock face.  Gregory stood puzzled, asking “is the scheduling office behind the rock face?”  Natalie replied that she wasn’t sure, produced a stethoscope from her bag, and blessed Pennepacker.  Applying the stethoscope to the rock face, she heard muted conversation.  “There are probably 2-3 feet of rock between us and the scheduling office” explained Natalie.  “Well, we’ll have to blast!” cheered Gregory with obvious delight.  They both removed bricks of plastic explosive from their packs and set a detonator  between them.  Having set the fuse for 30 seconds, they hurried around the bend in the tunnel and covered their ears.  The explosion made their heads spin and ears ring.

After regaining their senses, the two proceeded through the blast hole into what looked like a normal office.  The administrative professionals didn’t seem to be phased in the least by the fact that two black-clad individuals had just blasted their way into the office. As Gregory and Natalie stepped across the threshold, they jumped forward, ever so slightly.  They had been warned in advance, that for whatever reasons, the normal laws of physics and time didn’t apply in the ASB.  The most immediate manifestation was the lack of gravity in the scheduling office.  Riding the force of their jump, the comedians coasted easily to the receptionist’s desk, who greeted them as if everything was absolutely normal.

“We’re here to schedule a room!” said Natalie triumphantly.  “Absolutely,” responded the receptionist with surprising enthusiasm, “simply write your names, the room you would like, and the date you would like it for, on this form.”  She laid a simple form, and a normal Bic pen, down on the counter.  The receptionist smiled a pleasant, yet sinister smile, knowing full well that a normal Bic pen wouldn’t write in a zero-g environment.  Natalie brushed aside the pen provided, and produced the highly-specialize space pen out of a pocket in her vest.  She casually completed the form, and handed it to the shocked secretary.  “Well,” scoffed the secretary, “you may have booked your room this time, but next semester, we’ll be ready.”

“We don’t doubt it,” said Gregory as the two comedians pushed off the receptionist’s desk and retraced their steps to the top of the ASB.  Fortunately, Matt was on time with the helicopter.  He had Miley Cyrus playing on the stereo.

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Well, now you have a better sense of what we have to do to put on our shows.  See you in October!

Mary’s Objectionable Endangered Marine Animal of the Week

I don’t trust sea otters. 

They look like they have something to hide. Oily and shifty-eyed. And what’s with that whole using tools thing? Sure, it’s cute when it’s just a rock and anemones, but what are we going to do when they develop nuclear capacities?

A Blog Post about How Much I Hate Dances

“Anti-social Dance” in the DC performance tonight asked us to compose a blog about why we hate dances.

Here’s our list (from Dc cast and crew):
1. Matt

2. Matt singing along with Jonas brothers.

3. Oftentimes I don’t like the music selection.

4. People try too hard.

5. Too much grinding.

6. Not enough grinding.

7.   That one guy that always ballroom dances, no matter the song, no matter the girl, no matter his dancing experience.

8. The couple that swing dances during swing-ish type songs then makes out during the rest.

8b. Getting kicked in the head by swing dancers.

9. All those stupid annoying people that go around dancing when I just want to stand in the back and talk over the noise.

10. The Hot Guys never ask you to dance, just the Weird Ones.
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New Website

We are excited to launch our new website. We realize that the old one was pretty bad, but we are committed to keeping this one up-to-date. The cast will be blogging. Videos will be posted. Matt might even write some bad poetry. Go ahead and leave us a comment below and let us know what you think.