Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Here's some pics of my fun classes in the past few months




May 2015

Have not made an entry since Willis my kitty passed. Taught some workshops in Phoenix in January for my friend Dave Thurston, did some shows there too with Jay Sukow and Kim Turner, had a blast. Have had some great classes at Second City.





Saturday, February 8, 2014

Willis

Willis is my 18 year old kitty. He is my friend, mentor, muse and furry purring little man.
Willis is sick with an unbalanced disease.Watching him be sick is very difficult. Please pray for him.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Tim O'Malley's Phantasmagorical 3 Ring Comedy Circus




Mr. O'Malley is proud to announce his upcoming spectacularly wild and weird comedy show! This event will be unparalleled in its variety of the odd and hysterical. This show will create such tumultuous laughter in the patron as too cause explosive convulsions and spontaneous eruptions of bodily fluids.

Come see freakish, grotesque acts of comic insanity. Witness the nonsensical, and ludicrous oddities of improvisational theater. Peer at peculiar women in strange clothes, and laugh at the clowns. Listen and wonder to the odd and exotic comedy presented.

Shoelace Academy headlines the evening with their mad mad world of sketch comedy.
Clowning to Infinity makes it's debut on the big stage!
RK47 Ryan Heywood and Karisa Bruin bring their daring two person
improvisational high wire act.

Saturday, September 24, 2011 8:00 pm
The Beverly Arts Center
2407 W 111th St
Chicago, IL 60655
(773) 445-3838 or order online at


http://www.beverlyartcenter.org/_mainstage/index.php


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Joyce Sloane Rest in Peace


The last time I saw Joyce she was sitting in the main theater at Second City, on the bench by the side exit...she was knitting or doing some small art project with touring company member Jessica Joy. The two were engaged in small talk, they were kind of quiet, and they were both smiling. I walked up and kissed her cheek..and Joyce said "who's that?" I said "it's me Joyce, Tim O'Malley!" "Oh hi Tim she smiled and continued knitting, both their heads turned down and in toward each other and there handy work. Sweet and quietly supporting a young talent, doing something creative...a great last snapshot in my mind of a woman that change my life and the lives of countless others for the better.

The week before I had seen her at Second City's holiday party and shared about a recent success of mine and she was with her best friend Rosalie...they both lit up like Christmas trees when I told them about my business success, "oh Tim!, you gotta do more of that Tim" Joyce cooed.

I remember the day back stage in 1989 when she told me I was moving up to the big stage as a regular player...she couldn't have been more happy then to tell me I had finally made the last cut and I was going to be on Mainstage Second City. It was she and her daughter Cheryl that were responsible for me being hired and they loved helping their chosen ones to be promoted. I was over-joyed. I loved Joyce like a great boss-mother.


Joyce's funeral was simply beautiful. Her daughter Cheryl was courageous and selfless in her presentation. Alumni from 5 generations were represented in her eulogy. As well as artist nephews who praised Joyce's love service and encouragement. Stories, songs and poetry that rocked the synagogue. I wept like a lost son.


There is allot out there online about her life now that she has passed, so I won't bore you...go research it if you want. I just wanted to post my little tribute as a prayer to her...she is now another guardian angel for my art life, along side of my mom Mary. Pray for me please Joyce and Mary, I love you both.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Dreams vs Goals

I havent posted in quite a while...sorry to any fans. I have been artisitically stagnant, or having a pause. I wrote my second play and submitted it to three theaters in Chicago. When all three rejected it kindly, they encouraged me to continue pursuing getiing it produced. I went into a mild funk for half a year...sometimes it takes longer to get up after a percieved failure...which is all that it was ..."percieved". I cannot explain where and when inspiration comes from other than the Holy Spirit. I have to look at my "pauses" as God given also. Please God, accept this prayer in earnest that I am heartily sorry for my sins...and request that You please intervene through the Holy Spirit to help me share my gifts of laughter and art on stage, with inspiration..please God inspire me to my next steps. Help me to rewrite the new play for stage or for film, or create a new play to perform.
I spoke at a meeting Saturday ...and expressed the blocks I have experienced lately and a woman commented "never give up your dreams". Please God ...strengthen me and guide me to use all my talents to help myself and as many others as I can. Amen

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Tolerance in troubled times



Morgan Spurlock is the film maker that created "Super Size Me", he has a show called "30 Days".
On this show he explores living a different lifestyle for thirty days...in this episode the subject was religious freedom, specifically Muslims & America

check it out and come back and read this again

http://www.hulu.com/watch/5276/30-days-muslims-and-america

I think that if Morgan had chosen someone who had more of an understanding of the basic principles of all faiths this episode wouldn't be as frustrating. As a baby boomer Catholic American I was not taught about Islam, or Hinduism, or any other faiths in school. I had to mature and read other texts and watch films an learn.
God is God...He is the Father, we are His children.
Whether He spoke through Christ or Muhammed or The Bhudda, matters little.
The basic text of all faiths is that all men may live in harmony. Clearly the Muslim faith is disciplined beyond most Americans ability to worship, prostrate, and understand Who provides.
God is timeless and ageless, He is larger and more powerful than any one man can comprehend. The ignorance and predjudice that flew out of peoples mouths on the street is astoundingly sad. We live in a country that thrives on excess and worships money and celebrity. May God save us especially in these scary times, to teach us to band together with all Americans especially the Muslims...and we must ban hate language, and let the call to prayers come over speakers in every town, as easily as the bells played all my life three times a day, and believe and fight for the freedom to worship before it is stamped out by the fools that fear they may be told that there are rules to living well as humans.