Damn, its been more than a month since my last update. *shrug* I haven't really had anything interesting to report.
Got a big show coming up this saturday (August 20th) that I'm running, but not very well. We're going to be plastered all over the Dallas guide books, and one of our comedians (whose secondary identity invovles promotions work) is doing a press release. Those two words together make me nervous, I'm not sure why, it just feels so... huge. A "Press Release". I always thought those were supposed to be reserved for momentous occasions. Like a new scientific discovery, or a foreign dignitary making an annoucement, or the police giving out information on a horrendous crime. But then again... there are press releases for things like new movies, and backstreet boy singles. Maybe I shouldn't feel so overwhelmed by the scope of the statement.
This thing, interest - hobby - passion, is growing bigger than me. Growing bigger than I can control and its disorienting. Terrifying. Spectacular. Just thinking about it has me flitting between joy and anxiety. I love doing stand-up, I love everything about it. But I'm scared, and really worried that I'm going to start sabotaging myself in order to keep it from getting bigger than I can subconciously control.
The Gong show final competition is the weekend after next. I'm really worried about it for no reason I can think of.
Went and saw "The Aristocrats" last night. Fucking brilliant. I haven't enjoyed anything that much since I discovered edamame. I've decided to enter their contest and submit my own version, just for the hell of it. If I can get it in digital format I'll post it to get the opinions from those of you not easily offended.
Tonight I'm taking my best friend and his fiance to see Four Day Weekend. I've never seen them before, but my friends in improv tell me that they're some of the best performers in the state, so it should be alot of fun.
Been listening to alot of Fall Out Boy, mostly because I like the titles of their cd tracks, but also because I'm really addicted to "Of All The Gin Joints In All The World". I've got to find a way to get their music into my vehicle.
There, a crapload of everything. Thats the entry. Later.
Got a big show coming up this saturday (August 20th) that I'm running, but not very well. We're going to be plastered all over the Dallas guide books, and one of our comedians (whose secondary identity invovles promotions work) is doing a press release. Those two words together make me nervous, I'm not sure why, it just feels so... huge. A "Press Release". I always thought those were supposed to be reserved for momentous occasions. Like a new scientific discovery, or a foreign dignitary making an annoucement, or the police giving out information on a horrendous crime. But then again... there are press releases for things like new movies, and backstreet boy singles. Maybe I shouldn't feel so overwhelmed by the scope of the statement.
This thing, interest - hobby - passion, is growing bigger than me. Growing bigger than I can control and its disorienting. Terrifying. Spectacular. Just thinking about it has me flitting between joy and anxiety. I love doing stand-up, I love everything about it. But I'm scared, and really worried that I'm going to start sabotaging myself in order to keep it from getting bigger than I can subconciously control.
The Gong show final competition is the weekend after next. I'm really worried about it for no reason I can think of.
Went and saw "The Aristocrats" last night. Fucking brilliant. I haven't enjoyed anything that much since I discovered edamame. I've decided to enter their contest and submit my own version, just for the hell of it. If I can get it in digital format I'll post it to get the opinions from those of you not easily offended.
Tonight I'm taking my best friend and his fiance to see Four Day Weekend. I've never seen them before, but my friends in improv tell me that they're some of the best performers in the state, so it should be alot of fun.
Been listening to alot of Fall Out Boy, mostly because I like the titles of their cd tracks, but also because I'm really addicted to "Of All The Gin Joints In All The World". I've got to find a way to get their music into my vehicle.
There, a crapload of everything. Thats the entry. Later.