winner

Congratulations to one Ms. Lindsay Akens of Columbia, MO. Her suggestion of JiBlets wins the "Name Honest J.B.'s Old Fashioned Weblog's Followers" contest. Stay tuned for more fun, JiBlets.

annoying folks for dollars

Well. J.B.'s got a job. That job is to pester the nice people into giving donations. Specifically, for Planned Parenthood. That's the issue Grassroots Campaigns are tackling at the moment. What a nice, non-divisive issue to "get my dick wet"(Grassroots' words, not mine) with. I could have had ASPCA, but no, they thought I'd be better suited to talk people into forking over cash to support fetus-killing. Thanks, guys. That's what my mother always said about me, too.

Jokeys aside, I am fucking pumped to have a job. i'm pumped to commute for some unknown, no doubt retarded reason. Being a member of society excites me. This will last for three days, I'm guessing.  Time will tell whether or not I'm suited to this job and if it's suited to me. I'm still looking for something else, but goddamn it is nice to relax a bit on the job front.



I was just re-reading what I've written so far, and it's gangbusters as usual, but I remembered that Laurel Rakas reads/has read my blog. Which I'm very happy with, I really like Kari's mom, but does she need to read about a wet dick? My guess is no. But that shit makes me laugh, so I'm keeping it in. Apologies now and in the future for any crass shit that adults I like and respect read. It's all for yuks, folks.


Improv program is going well. I'm a bit nervous onstage (it probably shows) but I'm getting more comfortable by the day. I get laughs in class and it's like a crack sandwich being fed to my pleasure center on a velvet pillow made of dreams. I suck in class and I get warm and sweaty and uncomfortable. Ah, fears and anxiety, is there anything you can't drive me to do? Driving towards success is the best place you've ever taken me, fears and anxiety. I'd offer to split gas and tolls with you but this metaphor is strained as it is. Maybe some of you J.B.eaners who have theater experience help me out with a few tips for stage poise. If not, go fuck yourself.


A note about J.B.eaners. I'm trying it out. I'm looking for a word that describes a reader of this specific blog. Help me out with your suggestions.


Check it out, I live and work in Chicago.

rantzzz

I like Target, it's decently cheap, the clothes aren't awful, and sometimes the shirts have my comic book pals on them. You can get headphones, shampoo, an Icee, and a toilet seat cover in the same place. Great. The commercials for Target, however, make me want to trade places with Helen Keller for a while. Frugalista is made up bullshit and the ads are cloying. 

My phone charger was left in Ohio. I'd blame myself, but why take responsibility for stuff now? Instead I'll just bitch about it. DAAAAAMMMIT. I like being moderately incommunicado, but at my choosing, not because I'm a negligent douche.

I'm losing my hair. It's falling the fuck out. I'm doing something about it, but nothing has happened yet, and I'm impatient. I thought my lustrous mane would last forever. Come on, I can't grow a beard, let me have some hair besides the increasing amount on my back. 

Stan Van Gundy is an ugly, loud fuckeroo. But a good coach, I'll admit. Nice to see the Cavs win against the team that sank their playoff hopes last year. I'll watch LeBron anywhere, but it would be nice for Cleveland to win a title and keep him. Seems like that will be the only thing to keep him around, but we'll see. Like I know what I'm talking about.


How come I can't get no Tang 'round here? 

That's it. That's all I'm peeved about for now, I think. No job yet, but that's such old hat I'm inured to it.

Love you.


 

a bigger gap than expected

I guess it's easy not to blog if keep putting it off. "I'll do it a little later, I'll do it a little later". Rest assured, however, that Mr. T hasn't left yet.

Been having some good times, and some less-good times. This weekend was great: Neko Case show was wonderful, and Keaton certainly would agree with that. She got to meet her favorite artist, have a poster that she herself created for the show signed by Case and members of the band, see a bunch of fine people and generally freak the fuck out all weekend. I love you cutie, and it made me very happy to see your unbridled joy. 

Other good stuff of note: I've begun classes at the iO theater in Wrigleyville. They are fun as hell, if a bit daunting. I have no real experience onstage, and many of my classmates do. It hasn't mattered much in terms of laugh getting, but some of the other kids are little better about stage poise. Nervously wetting yourself is frowned upon, I guess.

It's hard to describe the class kind of, we do goofy stuff. Listening exercises, team-building, and just diving in and giving short scenes with a theme a go. That's the best way to learn this craft, just do it. Just do it, and watch other people just do it as much as possible. Just watch unwashed bodies perform, working as one, achieving the same goal of inspiring pleasure, writhing, screaming...I've completely forgotten what I was talking about.

Some of the less-good involves me and my employment status. Which is to say I'm unemployed. I did chew gum for forty minutes and got paid. Hey, great. If it were a forty hour a week job i'd be rich as Croesus, but alas it is not the case.


It's good, occasionally a lot of fun, but mostly just good that I'm here in Chicago, doing this stuff that I do. I'm happy to live outside of Bowling Green, test my mettle, follow my dreams, et cetera. It's no surprise to anyone that it's also tough. Tough and lonely a lot of the time. At times it seems completely fucked that I would willingly spend time away from the girl who has my heart (carries it in her heart). Each time I have to leave her my insides suffer a brutal haymaker. Yes, absence does makes the heart go something something. But repeated absence? The goal of life should be to find love, and to love yourself. I worry I'm putting those things in jeopardy sometimes. Then I remember that I never want to let go, and I believe that she doesn't either. In the meantime, that is, until two become one on a more permanent basis, it's rough on ol' Jables.


I'll do this again soon. I didn't cover a lot of stuff I could have. But I am very done for now.