more of the same

Despite continued rejection on the job front, I feel pretty good. A little worried about bills, sure, but not bad considering a lack of income. Writing's been going well. I had my iO orientation last night, it made me realize that shit's getting real. I can't wait to start, it's gonna be fun. iO producer and co-founder Charna Halpern addressed all the new students, and the whole thing was very encouraging, a good speech, if well-rehearsed. She was funny, gave us some history, and dropped science about the do's and don'ts. 

After the address there was a show, The Armando Diaz Experience. Improvised monologues, then improvised scenes based on the monologue. I recognized after a bit that one of the performers, one of the funniest, was/is in those Sonic commercials. The ones with two dudes in a car, talking about their recently recieved Sonic meals? Yep. He was way funnier than those commercials belie. Did I get is autograph? No, no I did not.

After the show I had another experience. An experience of a different kind, a far more horrible experience. On the Red Line I sat down behind a homeless dude. Nothing new. It was immediately apparent that he was your typical crazy homeless dude. Chattering nonsense non-stop, snapping his fingers, at times screaming and howling, chomping from a bag of nuts, and generally smelling like pee. He stood up and made this sound like sort of a motorboat, lips vibrating, expelling air and noise. He kept it up after sitting down, in between chewing his nut snack. He turned to me, I was looking out the window. He made the sound, and chunks of nut spewed forth, landing on my coat. Gross. I shook 'em off and moved on with my life. 

Standup times coming soon. Gotta do it.

This blog brought to you by Jay-Z's Blueprint 3.  And nut chunks, I guess.