I'm not UNLIKE Eminem

Did you guys see 8 Mile? I may not have had mom's spaghetti on my sweater already, but Marshall Mathers' unfortunate foray into freestyle rap at the beginning of the movie was similar to my experience trying stand up. Just rhyme "sweaty" in there instead of "already" or "spaghetti" and we're getting closer to an accurate picture. Epic fail? Not really. Epic win, definitely not. Epic fail-win? Yes, probably. I went on third-to-last during an evening filled with fledgling comics who may have "it" someday, but certainly didn't that night. Might I have fared better with an earlier slot? There would have been more people there. Would I have done better at that time? Doubtful. Just would have been more people to gawk at the pile of sweaty goo onstage. But it was FUN. Two minutes blinked away at an instant. I can't consider it bombing because there were probably less than ten people in the room. There were a couple chuckles, and I left the stage to polite, if scattered applause. Either way, bomb or no, success was had. I'll be doing it again and again. Time to bomb for real and get used to liking it.

I have been asked to audition for a movie. Yes. I have. It's a low, low budget horror flick in which I would play part of a team of paranormal investigators. The director is looking for unprofessional actors (ding!) with some improv skills (ding?) to carry the story forward, which won't have much dialogue written ahead of time. Obviously, I hope I get it. Even if it's a big piece of shit, it can't help but be fun. And I get to satisfy two childhood dreams: being in a movie and being a ghost buster. Or something close to a ghost buster, certainly not a Ghostbuster, nope. I can't even hold Winston's token black ectoplasmic jock. 

Starting a sketch group, or trying to. More news as it develops. 

Also, I'm taking part in a Lost podcast. This one will be unique as there will be an ongoing narrative with those 'casting being characters, and each week focuses on a different character, they tell the story of what happened on Lost that week and what happened to them that week. I'm Ahmed, an Egyptian dude with a broken heart and a chip on his shoulder. My favorite season is the fifth (true) and I pine away, bitterly, for the girl who has the group of characters over to watch Lost each week. The girl is seeing someone new, an English bloke who has recently joined the watching party, much to the chagrin of dear Ahmed. It's an ambitious project. First one records on or about Monday. Once it's finished, I think the lot of you should be able to download on iTunes. Barring that, it'll be available somewhere, and I will let you know when I know.

Busy these days.

In other news, I miss you. Love, Jokey.