An extraordinary day yesterday with the students of Rowan (or the riders of Rohan, as I like to call them).
Ran a stereotype or stock character workshop in the morning and then got into the brutality stuff in the afternoon and evening. They were some game little bastards, let me tell you. Nancy and Melissa and Wil and Melanie Stewart and I were the grown-ups in the room, but we were just keeping up.
If you watched the exercises with the sound off, without any context, you would have thought it was some kind of very formal sex game initiation and that level was certainly there, impossible for it not to be, I guess, but the students really went deep, without much prompting, and it was just an amazingly emotional and powerful day. Learned a lot for the second act of Overlord.
Going back this morning for a wrap-up. Campus security is probably waiting in Visitors Parking for us.
Ah well. One must suffer for one's art, right?
Heading back home this afternoon, much to do as always.
And yes, damn, Ann, Living Things it is.
Rose, you're cute when you guess and you got a cheesesteak out of the deal, so don't give up now.
And Matt and Tim, I'm a Knicks fan, so ranking on the Eagles is just my way of coping.