I'm back (and now I'm gone again)

Well, I did it. After a 6 year hiatus, I finally went back. I went back and performed in front of a live audience (sure, it was a live audience full of friends and colleges who wanted to see me succeed and was never going to boo, even if I was atrociously horrible, but I performed nonetheless). 

It was great. Doing improv and standup comedy and sketches in an actual theatre felt GREAT!!! I hadn't felt that alive since I found out I WASN'T the daddy (true story...or not...CRAP! What if it IS true!?). 

Hopefully I can get some videos of it up pretty soon for you guys to see (if....you know....you're interested. I mean, it would be nice if you were....but.....you know, you don't have to........but, you know, it would be nice if you were......).

We Did It

It's been a long time coming, but we FINALLY got confirmation. We got into Fallon. Yet, it seems as if my partner is never satisfied. She is STILL unhappy! NOW she's pissed that she doesn't have a place to live and wishing we DIDN'T get the position. Women...

Waiting

My copywriter (who's officially not a copywriter, but a failed Art Director wishing to be a copywriter) and I have been waiting to hear back from Fallon to see if we've been blessed enough by them to let us enter into their graces -or something like that- and it's getting pretty frustrating.

It's been well over two months and we've heard nothing back from them, and my partner is getting quite antsy and psychotic -so much so that she's been making blank threats to random people by sending out e-mails to cyber folk whom she knows nothing about by randomly typing out generic e-mail addresses and venting to whomever happens to be lucky enough to have the e-mail address IhateYOU@aol.com and SnowMonkey@Gamil.com....it's actually pretty creative, I'm not gunna lie. And I wish I would have thought of it).  

Wheel Chair

Is it wrong to stumble upon a wheel chair during a jog at 1 in the morning, then using it to pretend to be handicapped and purposefully run into people waiting in line at the clubs, knowing that they can't do anything about it because you're "handicapped?"