All right, I switched over to a blog format. Are you happy now, open source community? You win.
Seven and a half months ago, I was run over by a truck full of dimples and runny shit. I need a year to get over the accident. KilBaby was born on 10/27/06, and I’m giving myself until 10/27/07 to get my life back. My plan is that by the time four days before Halloween rolls around, I will have updated my portfolio and returned to regular and full workouts.
My legs will be shaved. And that other place too.
The out of date part of my portfolio is my spec script, which is a Curb. Showrunners aren’t readings Curbs anymore. It’s either The Office or 30 Rock.
I’m in a pickle when it comes to standup. I’m really sick of doing comedy in clubs. Every show is Groundhog’s Night. No matter what I accomplish… so what? Last Comic Standing deliberately picks amateurs, I don’t want to go on the road with a baby, and I’m not enough of a name to do theaters (which would be a night out of town, instead of a week). I’m doing spots in NYC only, which are 15-20 minutes, which means there’s no room to fuck around and try five minutes of new stuff. And the rooms to do let you experiment also don’t pay. Babysitters don’t stop by for an hour. Last Friday, I had one spot at a club (pay: $85). I hired someone from an agency. $18 per hour, four hour minimum, plus ten dollars for a cab home. Total: $92.oo. I’m down $7.00, oh well.
Then I was late for my spot, and it went to someone else. Down $92.oo. It hurt to hand over that much cash, especially when the baby slept through the whole night. I will probably relive that moment for six months.
