My name is Anna. Salutations to you.
And you are reading my little petsie-poo-poo. A “special sack,” if you will, of musings and experiences as I hike up my shorts on this lusty trail known as my personal improv odyssey.
The unceasing thrust of my pasty ironclad thighs as they are encased by the starchy trou legs of my adventure Bermudas means one thing and one thing only: crease, baby. Crease is the time, is the place, is the motion. Crease is the way we are fe-eeling.
I am currently a student of the craft here at All Out Comedy Theater. I graduated from Level 5 back in June of ‘24, and you KNOW I’ve got unfinished biz, like an ornery ghost with a sack upon the moors.
In this “fruity miasma,” we’ll not only talk shop, but we’ll also sip the noontide Tea of Craft, and nibble upon the crumbly biscuits of Time.
Once a month, at “Fullest Moon,” I’ll be publishing a piece, relevant to me in my improv baste. The idea is that hopefully the material herein will resonate with you, too, dearest reader, and that we’ll consort in fancies beyond our wildest whinnies.
You are warmly welcomed to drop a line of any nature to AnnaRKritikos@gmail.com if you care to parley and elevate the pith of this here blog experience. As they say, “it takes two to tango.” They have also been known to say, “it takes two to make a thing go right.” I’m keen to know your thoughts on this pressing dialog of our Age, and other ones too, as they arise.
Welcome to the PREZENT, BEETCH.
*Anna OUT. But my sack? IN.
