Life, Schmife
I'm officially busy to the point where I feel unofficially Jamaican.
Skeeger just chose the sketches that will comprise their next hilarious show, February Blizoy (a free So I Like Superman garment rack to the first reader who can tell me what that refers to). This show will be twice as long, with twice as many sketches. Hence, twice the lines, twice the props, twice the headaches, and, hopefully, five or six times the hilarity? I'm trying. Tomorrow I have to do some artwork that will then be incorporated into video for the show. Sorry, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I may just have to wait until DVD.
Wednesday I begin a sitcom writing class at Upright Citizens Brigade with Emmy-nominated Monk writer Daniel Dratch. The roomie and I are taking it together like the adorable little bewhiskered writing partners that we are. Something tells me that's going to be a shitload of work. All awesome, good work. But a shitload of it too.
I don't know if any of you guys know about it, but there's also this blog thing that I do. It may seem like I spend twenty minutes a night just snarkin' it up, but in fact there is a bit more at play. And no, that doesn't mean that I spend thirty minutes a night just snarkin' it up. But you're getting warmer.
I also may have something very big happening, which could conceivably be quite time-consuming. More on that as it develops (are you so intrigued or what?).
On top of all of this, it turns out that, on occasion, I need to actually go to my job to earn funds that go toward consumables and adequate shelter. And by on occasion, I mean every waking moment that I'm not working on all of this other shit.
Farewell, leisure. Sayonara, a half-way consistent gym schedule. Peace out, desire to focus on further home decorating. I just hope that, when this is all over, my dreadlocks don't turn gray from all the weed, mon.
I'm officially busy to the point where I feel unofficially Jamaican.
Skeeger just chose the sketches that will comprise their next hilarious show, February Blizoy (a free So I Like Superman garment rack to the first reader who can tell me what that refers to). This show will be twice as long, with twice as many sketches. Hence, twice the lines, twice the props, twice the headaches, and, hopefully, five or six times the hilarity? I'm trying. Tomorrow I have to do some artwork that will then be incorporated into video for the show. Sorry, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I may just have to wait until DVD.
Wednesday I begin a sitcom writing class at Upright Citizens Brigade with Emmy-nominated Monk writer Daniel Dratch. The roomie and I are taking it together like the adorable little bewhiskered writing partners that we are. Something tells me that's going to be a shitload of work. All awesome, good work. But a shitload of it too.
I don't know if any of you guys know about it, but there's also this blog thing that I do. It may seem like I spend twenty minutes a night just snarkin' it up, but in fact there is a bit more at play. And no, that doesn't mean that I spend thirty minutes a night just snarkin' it up. But you're getting warmer.
I also may have something very big happening, which could conceivably be quite time-consuming. More on that as it develops (are you so intrigued or what?).
On top of all of this, it turns out that, on occasion, I need to actually go to my job to earn funds that go toward consumables and adequate shelter. And by on occasion, I mean every waking moment that I'm not working on all of this other shit.
Farewell, leisure. Sayonara, a half-way consistent gym schedule. Peace out, desire to focus on further home decorating. I just hope that, when this is all over, my dreadlocks don't turn gray from all the weed, mon.
posted by Michael at 10:27 PM
2 Comments:
You can do it all, duder! You can do it all!
I was pretty stoked about my display of butchness too :)
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