Showing posts with label Emeka Okafor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Emeka Okafor. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

What Is This Guy Laughing At?

Hey, I like posting up as much as anyone outside of Paul Wall, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what is so so so so so funny to Eugene Pinkoxfordshirt up there. He's just loving life. BUT WHY?

Maybe because of this:
  • Just watched the 5ooth Jones episode on his iPodPhone.
  • Found out about Skype.
  • Kevin Jonas got married.
  • Received the R. Kelly Light It Up Tour DVD in the mail and watched the part that Aziz Ansari was talking about.
  • Realized that exactly half of R. Kelly's songs are about making sex and the other half are inspirational self-help songs, which is a pretty weird breakdown.
  • Started reading The Blowtorch.
  • Is just a jolly fat man who likes to laugh.
  • Bananas.
  • One of his buddies wore a sweater that looks like the calibration screen on an HD television.
  • Farted.
  • Just likes having a good time.
  • Found out his dad had Twitter.
  • Rewatched The Happening.
  • Can't get "Day Man" out of his head.
  • Actually choking on a delicious churro.
But maybe it's none of those things. If you think you know what it is, throw it in the comments/bag.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Hands On at Phil Jackson's Summer Acting Camp

Hey campers. It's week six here at Phil Jackson's Summer Acting Camp, hosted by Phil Jackson. We've already gone over a lot of the basics such as dramatic acting, really dramatic acting, and comedic acting. Today we've got a special treat. Towards the end here, I like to bring in one of my prized pupils to show you some acting games that will help you master improvization. Boys and girls, please give a warm welcome to the newest member of the New Orleans Hornets, Emeka Okafor!

First, we'll play a game called "mimic." In this game, which I made up, Emeka is going to do exactly what I do. Watch closely and you'll see how we each change our face just enough to look exactly like the other person, like we're mimicing them. That's where the name comes from. I'll begin.


Perfect. Next.


No. Again.
No. Again.
Better. One more.
Can't you do another face? Let's try another game.

In this exercise, I call out an emotion, and Emeka will perform that emotion. I invented this game too, and it's called "Emotions." Hopefully, it goes a little better than the last one.

Okay, happy.

Good. Angry!

Perfect! Sexy!

Yes! Constipated!EXCELLENT! Unconstipated!
PERFECT!


Did you see that kids?! Emeka nailed every emotion I could think of, and he did it smoothly and with ease. Now, get with your partners, and give these games a try. We'll pick it up together in half an hour.