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[Oct. 12th, 2008|11:08 pm] |
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A friend of mine took his own life last week. Improv colleague.
I just sat here for about half an hour writing a post about remembering him and how I have reacted to it. Then I accidentely hit the back button on my browser and lost the entire post. It's the only thing since I heard about it that made me laugh out loud.
If anything, the act itself represented how I should be feeling here. A lot of my old post was a terrible recoil against the act of laughter itself. I think sometimes that I laugh when the complexities of life are revealed to me in a simple manner.
I lost the post. I can't get it back. But I'll remember it. The lost post is now with me forever. And I will keep the memories of the people that I've lost with me for all time. That is all any of us can do. The record ends and we must begin again.
Also, one thing did cheer me up a bit today, before I lost my post:
http://youfellasleepwatchingadvd.com/
I hope we can all sleep well.
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| Schedule thus far: |
[Oct. 2nd, 2008|10:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Metal Fingers - "Patchouly Leaves" | ] |
Man, it sucks but I don't think I'll get to perform Ghetto Sketch Warlock at Coldtowne this time around. Not anyone's fault, just some unlucky scheduling, but I love that theater.
Ugh, I love stuff...that makes me feel dirty. I love the Hideout too, but the Hideout has known of my love for it since 2003.
October 4th: Maestro at The Hideout - 10:00pm
October 6th: No Chaser at Kick Butt Coffee - 8:00pm
October 9th: TKO(Open Mic Sketch) at Coldtowne - 10:00pm
October 10th: No Chaser at The Hideout - 8:00pm
October 11th: Stool Pigeon at Coldtowne - 8:00pm
October 13th: Look Cookie at Kick Butt Coffee - 8:00pm
October 17th: Look Cookie at Coldtowne - 8:00pm (we will be performing the Bat - everything will be in the dark)
October 18th: Stool Pigeon at Coldtowne - 8:00 pm
October 18th: Look Cookie at Coldtowne - 10:00pm
October 24th: GHETTO SKETCH WARLOCK at The Hideout - 8:00pm - I will flyer for this, I swear!
October 24th: No Chaser at The Hideout - 8:00pm - immediately following the GSW show and immediately before Pgraph.
October 25th: No Chaser in the CAGEMATCH at Coldtowne - 9:00pm
October 27th: No Chaser at Kick Butt Coffee - 8:00 pm
The Hideout is downtown, on 7th and Congress
Coldtowne Theater is at 4803-B Airport Blvd. (next to I Luv Video)
Kick Butt Coffee is at 5775 Airport Blvd.
It was the Devil. Red 6-6-6. |
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| FUCK! |
[Oct. 1st, 2008|06:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Savage - "Swing" | ] |
so I'll do this in steps.
-Alarm goes off at 6:30
-I want 10 more minutes of sleep
-KP comes in and starts meowing. She wants attention.
-I now hate KP.
-I don't want to hurt KP but I want to quickly shut her up.
-I twist my torso to the left so that I can quickly grab her (for petting, silly)
-To make this quick process even QUICKER, I take my right leg and press against the wall in order to propel my torso...wha?
-Did I mention is have a slight Vitamin D deficiency at the moment? It's getting better, but I'm not all the way back yet.
-my right leg is rigid, and my entire upper body is twisting left, fast. Where might the intense pressure that this maneuver involves be directed?
-My pelvis?
-Oh wait, no. My right knee.
-*sprain!*
-"YEOWCH!"
-My hatred of KP dissipates.
I'll post a schedule for all my shows this month, but this post must STAND ALONE. |
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| weaksauce. |
[Sep. 26th, 2008|06:05 pm] |
I'm hosting at the Hideout tonight and therefore missing the debate, which I wanted to see cause' there always a moment where one of the guys fucks up bad.
The VP debate should be fun too. If it's anything less than Stockdale vs. Stockdale though...
Also, here is the only political ad I would ever love...
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| Overkill |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|11:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Jay-Z - "Jockin' Jay-Z" | ] |
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 42.
3. Find the first full sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
from The Complete Calvin and Hobbes: Book Three
"For example, I'm about to stick my nose in a jar of mustard and inhale deeply! Let's see what it's like"
"WHOOP!"
"See, Whed you're oder, you dake your sinuses fo granded."
"Some of us prefer to"
"How's your book?"
"I can't put it down."
"Gripping?" |
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| Jesus! Has it been more than a month? |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|07:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | song |
| | T-Pain feat. Lil' Wayne - "Can't Believe It" | ] |
Man...not much going on though...I mean, not much that I'd talk about here and not in front of you to yo' face.
-New Job: Technical writing for TxDOT. Maybe the job, which realigned my schedule, cause' my non-postage.
-Look Cookie shows are getting sweet as hell.
-No Chaser shows are getting sweeter
-Ghetto Sketch Warlock still gets show slots
-wrote this thing - "Dogs Playing Poker" - gonna try to get it filmed, with other sketches
I made this flyer:
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Obviously I will improve, but here's my first one ever.
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| New Yawk |
[Aug. 8th, 2008|03:46 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Freestyle Fellowship - "Park Bench People" | ] |
Woot! gonna go to New York tomorrow (for like 24 hours) to perform in the Del Close Marathon with Look Cookie. Our shows as of late have been really funsville so I'm looking forward to doin' stuff with them in a whole other city.
It'll be the first time I've performed out of town. Also my first out of town festival.
It'll be my first visit to New York
It'll be a quick in-and-out affair, which for some reason I'm kinda exited about, I've never just gone across the country for a day before.
So I hope it'll be a good time.
Also, I got a technical writing contract with the Department of Transportation. It's a six month gig that won't be too difficult. In the meantime I'll probably be writing other things and maybe filming things and looking for sweet permanent writing jobs and trying to figure out how to market myself better (I'd like to do it without sounding like a dick).
Also, I played Silent Hill: 0rigins. S'alright. Gonna try to see if I can turn my opinion of it into a long essay related to game writing on the other website.
EDIT: The essay didn't end up being that long. |
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| Maria Bamford touched my shirt. |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Mr. Scruff - "Chipmunk" | ] |
The show last night went really good. I was nervous as hell though and I hadn't been nervous for a long time. I think it helped, but I'm kinda glad I wasn't in any scenes with her specifically because I noticed that I had trouble making eye contact on stage. There were a couple of times where there were a bunch of us in a scene and I did it and I was like "Oh My god! She's on TV! I'm not on TV!" I think the only thing I can equate it to is a real estate salesman meeting a...really really good real estate salesman.
So for future reference: If you've been on TV and I haven't, I don't have confidence in myself as a scene partner.
Also, she said she really liked my Jamaican accent, which I still have no faith in. It still turns into a Scottish one every now and then.
I'll post some pics later. |
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| I think this is my favorite part |
[Jul. 23rd, 2008|08:43 pm] |
Bruce Wayne: That man in Burma, did you ever catch him?
Alfred Pennyworth: Oh yes.
Bruce Wayne: How?
Alfred Pennyworth: We burned the forest.
(Cut to Harvey Dent, in the hospital) |
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| Many of my lj post titles are sounds I make during the day. |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|09:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  naughty | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Pharcyde - "Passin' Me By (remix)" | ] |
I did a show last night with just Leah. We called it Chips n' Dough, and it was pretty sweh. It was cool for me cause' I check in with people during a scene, and this time I could only check in with Leah.
That's it.
Oh! I thought of doing a song where you really only rhyme everything using three words. and you use them a lot.
It should sound like a rap/rock song, a la Rage Against The Machine...
UH, got the truck, hit the buck, with the truck
don't give a fuck bout' the buck, eat the buck
in the truck, oh fuck! got some buck, in the truck
so now it's a truck full of buck, but the buck
was such a fuck, you could say, that the truck
hit a fuck, and now it's a truck full of fuck
nasty truck, get the fuck, out the truck, buck!
yup, I named the buck "buck," cuz, it's a buck, fuck!
I'm done fuckin' with "buck" the buck, and the truck
Ya see, I hit the buck with the truck (music stops)
AND I DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
(And at "FUUUUUU-" here you'd have one of those Tom Morello-style guitar riffs)
AND I DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
The next verse would probably be about a duck that could suck with no luck. I'd hit it with my truck.
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AND I DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! |
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| Geez, ya'll |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|03:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thirsty | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Underworld - "Jumbo" | ] |
I've had a netflix account for months now and I just this moment realized that I could have ordered Threads.
Then I tired to do that and it doesn't look like Threads is in the database.
They have The Day After, of course...but not Threads, which I have heard is a much better film. Can I make Netflix get it for me somehow?
beh...
So I wrote this post a long time ago about how I had started a screenplay and how I was so exited about it. I now realize that it was a fairly stupid post because I never even touched the thing after making that post. Until recently. It takes me a long time to learn things, like not to wait for inspiration. That is a dumb thing to do people. You must crap words. You can make the words better later but you crap them immediately. Why am I giving you advice? You are probably way ahead of me on this one. So now I just write a little bit each day and hope for the best. Why didn't I do that before?
I need sugar. Click.
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| domain name |
[Jul. 2nd, 2008|02:21 pm] |
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| | blah | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Nicolay - Here(Intro) | ] |
I'm gonna make a website that will serve as an online portfolio for writing and junk. What name should I use?
wordsbybryan.com
writerbryan.com
writingbryan.com
thewordofbryan.com (complete with God complex) |
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| Intellectual Currency |
[Jun. 25th, 2008|08:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | thirsty | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Black Milk - "Play the Keys" | ] |
I had this dream the other night that I had died. I didn't die in the dream, I just knew I had passed on when it began. Maybe there was a sensation there of some kind of tragedy as I begin dreaming. I'm not entirely sure, and it wasn't important either way.
I was sitting on a rock in a green pasture, and I was staring at a hill. On the left side of the hill, there was a poet sitting under a tree, writing a poem in a notebook. He had a massive beard and long hair, but he didn't seem very old to me. Perhaps he, like myself, had been brought there before he was supposed to. He would pause occasionally and look up, putting his pen to his chin. I figured after I woke up that he was an incredibly stereotypical poet, a little too Whitman-esque.
On the right side of the hill, there was an architect, building a house. He appeared much older than the poet or myself, probably in his 60's, wearing business slacks and a collared shirt. He was building the house by himself, and he was doing it using some kind of superhuman strength. He seemed to be using materials made out of clay because he was just able to press his walls together, and press his foundation into the ground. I watched him for a while, in this process of pressing and stacking; the foundation with the first floor on top of that, and the second floor, and the roof.
When the architect was done, he rubbed his hands together and began walking towards the top of the hill. The poet then also stood up, ripped a few pages out of his notebook, and approached the architect.
The poet handed his poems to the architect, and the architect gave the poet a key. Then the two unceremoniously parted ways; the poet went inside the house, the architect sat under the poet's tree to read what he had written, for there would be other poems for the poet to write and other houses for the architect to build, but neither could not do what the other had done. At least, not as well.
Then night fell and I swam to an island with spotlights emanating from it and realized I could breathe underwater blah blah blah and then I woke up. |
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| Friday Jones |
[May. 7th, 2008|01:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Tykoon Suit - "Opium" | ] |
So my contract with CompassLearning is about to end, about 6 weeks before I thought it was going to (It was May at first, then I was told late June, and now I'm being told May again). So now, Friday will be my last day at work.
Friday is also my 25th birthday. So...
I dunno what that means in terms of karmic goodness for my future. I've got a good month of financial stability without work though, so I'm gonna go ahead and go back to some temp agencies that did me right in the past, get a quick dollar that way. I'd really like to get a similar job to the one I've got now. Too bad most of the writing jobs are all contract. There's gotta be some kinda deal I can get where I can do contract writing and get some kind of insurance of my own. Insurance insurance insurance. If I didn't have to worry about insurance, I'd have it made.
I'd also like to try voice acting sometime. I know I couldn't make a living at it, but it'd be nice to get a little change on the side that way...
Too much stuff to worry about.
I did a show at BookPeople with Marc and some other guys yesterday and we did improv for kids. I hadn't done any kid performing since Smarty Pants left, so that was pretty nice to do. Had fun.
bleh...
bleh. |
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| Fever Blisters |
[Apr. 30th, 2008|02:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | song |
| | Ronny Jordan - "After Hours" | ] |
So I was pretty sick this past weekend and got some pills Monday to deal with it, so I'll be getting better slowly over the course of the week. I'm supposed to rehearse with $10 Bourbon tonight(for shits and giggles) but now I'm having reservations about it because I'm still a little bit sick and I think Erika May is coaching, and she's got a baby inside her, who's immune system I'm not too sure about(Any average adult with a healthy immune system won't have a problem...but I'm not sure about fetuses). I'll keep meditating on it today, maybe call somebody when I plug in my phone...
Anyways, on to other business...
So, the worst part about getting sick isn't the getting sick part, but the part just as I'm getting over getting sick, because once I stop getting fevers, I get a breakout of fever blisters all on my face. They used to be REALLY bad up until I got into college and learned how to keep them from getting so bad (a combination of yogurt and L-Lysine). But a few of them still pop up on my mouth and all up in my mouth so that eating food sucks for a few days. I feel so disgusting when I have them. I've decided not to call them fever blisters anymore. I mean, let's just call it what it is: Hooker Mouth. Dangerous to no one, but makes you look like a whore. And I'll have it for another week or so.
I've got a show Friday at 8 at the Hideout with Look Cookie, but who'll wanna do a scene with a guy who has Hooker Mouth?
And then I'll probably go to the GIgglePants prom 2.0 after that, but who'll wanna talk to a guy with Hooker Mouth? |
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