10.22.2010

let the right one in

Hello there, folks!

I guess it has been over three months since I did this last. I don't really know why. Stopped thinking about it, I guess. I've been busy, too. I probably wouldn't have either had PacoShack not prodded me ever-so-gently with his genitals. That'll make a man blog, let me tell you.

I am currently in rehearsal for a sketch show I co-wrote. We're The Xanadudes, and please come see us at Gorilla Tango Theater in Chicago Nov. 6, 13, or 20 or all three. Better see all three to catch all the nuance. Our show is fucking hemorrhaging nuance like a bastard. Truly inscrutable. It's like Inception directed by Lars Von Trier starring Crispin Glover.

Anyway, hope it goes well. I'm nervous. I'm in the show a bunch, I have to carry a couple scenes, and I have to sing. If I know me, my pants will fall down at some point. I guess it will add extra comedy, so that works.

I also have a boring corporate job. Looking for something new, kinda.

I live with Madam O now, and a she is a great addition to our apartment and Chicago in general. She may cut a bitch at her job one of these days, and I'll have to bail her out and later help her escape prison, but I will do so without batting an eye. Actually, it sounds like fun. I wish there was someone to have all the fun of committing crime without hurting anyone or suffering consequences. How awesome would it be to be part of a jewel heist? How about shooting a gun at a fast-moving car FROM a fast-moving car? Or perhaps you'd like to cling tenaciously to the landing skids of a helicopter, escaping from police? Or make something blow up real good, distracting the man from your real caper? I digress.

I have also been watching The Wire, which is maybe why I've got crime on the brain. I mean, even in prison Avon eats KFC and plays video games. Three things i've learned from that show so far:

1. McNulty doesn't play by the rules.
2. But dammit, he gets results.
3. The cheese stands alone.

The fuck else have I been doing? I was accepted into the Advanced Writing program at Second City. In like three or four months my class will have produced a show that will be given a four week run at S.C., up on one of their smaller, non-mainstages. Exciting! My current teacher liked my class so much she requested to stay on with us and help us with the show. Flattering! 

One of the other students in my writing class and I were talking about how much weight completing the program at SC will actually have. She seems to think she will be able to write her own ticket when it's over. I pretty much think the opposite, I think it will help minimally in terms of getting a job. I hope she's right or that we can at least split the difference. In the meantime, I will continue to produce my own content, put on shows, try to make folks smile and hope that someone wants to pay me to do these things one day.

2 comments:

[di san baozi] said...

I will pay you to make me laugh. I will pay you one beer, one hot dog, and one bucket of popped corn.
You will pay for the movie tickets. Did I mention this is a date? I expect you to pick me up at 7 sharp. Bring flowers. You will not get laid. Maybe.

Jokey Boats said...

Warning: the bucket of popped corn contains one Chris Andersen penis.