Blog: Hey Rory.
Rory: I'm sorry I only carry a credit card (rory jiggles pockets to prove he does not have any spare change lingering about. What the blog is unaware of is that Rory carries 30 one dollar bills in his wallet at all times. Take that Uncle Sam)
Blog: Not much for pleasantries are you.
Rory: You're mom is.
Blog: Well lets just get right down to business and make this as professional as possible.
Rory: You're mom is.
Blog: Or not.
Rory: You're mom is.
Blog: Ok then.
Rory: Alright.
Blog: I see.
Rory: good.
Blog: Soooo...comedy, stand-up, sketch, improv, when did it all start for you?
Rory: (Rory crossing legs and putting down tea that he just sipped) Good question imaginary friend made of smiles. It all started in February of 2004. I was a young man with an attitude, 23 acting snotty acting real rude. I moved to DC from Greenville and dove right into the improv and standup scene here. I started taking improv classes at Washington Improv Theater and attending and signing up for any and all standup open mics in the area. I didn't know what Improv was so I wanted to learn and I didn't know how to do standup and knew that doing it was the only way to learn. Yay for Jesus.
Blog: Never would of guessed. In what area of comedy can we find Rory's passion at it's most fevering?
Rory: I really love standup more than anything. I really want to merge my love for improv into standup though. I want to be able to perform shows in standup comedy clubs where I also don't know what the show will be like.
Blog: Oooh, sounds delightful and delicious.
Rory: Well its sprinkled with cinnamon.
Blog: Uh huh.
Rory: word.
Blog: Rory you were recently on a Circuit City commercialdid that experience change you?
Rory: Yes. I have never before and never will do any "nude" scenes again. I don't know how that sells HD televisions, but it does. Its just not my style. I prefer scripted, clothed roles.
Blog: When you were done with the commercial did jealousy tear you apart from your other friends in show-business?
Rory: Actually no it didn't. I think all my friends in standup all get a good amount of work in different mediums as radio, tv, short film, films, comedy clubs, improv shows, and what nots to the point where there really isn't need for jealousy. We are all doing our own thing anyways.
Blog: Wow.
Blog: If you could describe stand-up comedy as a food what sort entrée would it be?
Rory: That's a gay question.
Blog: Riiiiiight. What has been the best time you have had on stage?
Rory: I have had fun in different shows. I think my fav. Shows are ones in really small rooms where the crowd is smashed together and there as one big group, just having a great time and the feeling is very intimate. I think you can connect with crowds easily in those arenas.
Blog: Worst?
Rory: Recently I performed in Hague, VA and was unable to get any sort of a response. I partly blame myself cause I feel like I didn't go down fighting. I just went down. (Rory then mimes as though he is sexually going down on Hague , VA to please them orally, cause its standup, get it?)
Blog: When people ask you to describe long-form improvisation what do you tell them?
Rory: To get the fuck off my shit.
Blog: When people ask you to describe the back-yard of your childhood home what do you tell them?
Rory: It's a lot like a play without a script. Us improvisers try to come up with a comical tale of merriment and wonder on the spot. Usually inspired by a single word suggestion from the crowd. We also had a basketball hoop and a trampoline.
Blog: I see.
Blog: Well, Rory, this has been a real pleasure, can't wait to see you on July 7th and July 21st with Neighborhood Town , have anything you would like to plug?
Rory: I am emceeing at the DC Improv from June 27-July 2nd. Its awesome. (Rory then whispers to doctors in lab coats that are looking on "this is the part where he thinks we are in a car instead of a mental ward, sitting in two chairs in a room full of crazy people. Just watch as his reality becomes distorted." One of the doctors then high fives Rory)
Blog: Awww, that's nice. Get out of my car