Alida "Sockmonster" Liberman
Fave Game: Ding!, Continuation, Real World, Superhero Sidekick 2.0, Crazy-prov
Interesting Fact: When I grow up, I want to be an old lady who drives a red convertible while blasting Ludacris, songs and hollering out her window at cute 20-year-old guys, then goes clubbing in a tube top that barely coveres her sagging breasts and flashes people for shots.
Improv Rule: When in doubt, act like a crazy cat lady or put on a ridiculous accent of indistinguishable Eastern European origin.
Rule I never follow: Don't monologue.
Rule I always follow: Nothing is off-limits to be made fun of!
Bio: Alida was born in the USA in the summer of '69. Though she was raised among gypsies, tramps, and thieves, she was living in a material world and she was a material girl. She was happy and she knew it; accordingly, she clapped her hands. Alida worked hard for the money eight days a week before she finally got a ticket to ride, allowing her to go back to the USSR for a brief stint as a secret agent man. After a hard day's night, however, she decided it was time for her to be leaving on a jet plane. She had tears on her pillow and pain in her heart because she was looking for love in all the wrong places. Thankfully, it soon started raining men. She fell for a young teacher (the subject of school girl fantasy), who made her feel like a natural woman. One, he was like a dream come true; she said "two, just want to be with you." They were accidentally in love until he urged her to take the money and run. Though she would do anything for love, she wouldn't do that. Though she didn't need no education, she came to the College of New Jersey in order to follow her passion for Facebook stalking, so that every move you make, she'll be watching you. However, she felt caught in a landslide, with no escape from reality. She couldn't get no satisfaction until she found the Mixed Signals, which lit up her life and gave her hope to carry on. A happy member of the Mixed Signals, she specializes in taking care of business, though she is usually late to practice because she is wasted away again in Margaritaville, searching for her lost shaker of salt. And though some people say that there's Alyssa to blame, she knows . . . it's her own damn fault.