I wait. I am waiting. I sit. I stand. I walk around. I visit Facebook then Hotmail, then Facebook, then Hotmail then Digg then (gasp) even do a drive by over at the vast waste of intertubes that is MySpace, then to some sites I’m even more embarrassed to mention. Then I wait some more. My big idea is in my brains somewhere. My big new awesome show that will have the whole town talking. My Pièce de résistance. The showcase of all the talent I have, all the time I have put in, all the life I have lived all the crap I have endured. I wait. Here it comes…no. Wait! No. I’ve got it…no. Nothing. I have nothing. I wait. I do the dishes (sort of). I microwave a Hot Pocket. I call the theater company that is hosting my upcoming production and fork over 600 bucks. They ask me how the show is coming. I lie. I wait. Something comes and I think that it’s stupid. No one wants to know about me or my life. I have to come up with something edgy! Something naked! Something avant guard but still accessible to the common man. Something that’s never been done before! Something completely unique and perfect and…I wait. No idea is good enough. Every idea is dumb. I hate this part of the process. This makes me hate myself. I hate myself. Uh-oh. Law of attraction. I LOVE myself. Everything I do is fucking genius. I have a great show and a great mind and am a great writer and love how I overuse the word great when I am lying to myself.
I wait.
I had every intention of writing a badass blog for today but after I took the time to delete all the spam from my inbox…well, I just don’t think I have it in me. I was even tempted to keep a couple of the spam that try to trick you into posting with their “good post. will come back often” just to pretend I have comments on my blog but I came to my senses and just ordered the new rabbit vibrator that one offered. I will make myself feel better with that instead.
I’m doing video blogging in 12 second increments on 12seconds.tv
It’s a cool little video app that works really well with Twitter and Facebook.
Check me out at: 12seconds.tv/channel/killythekid
I hope to be able to start a video blog here, soon…so, stay tuned here and tune into 12seconds.tv NOW!
Has anyone seen the masked magician guy on TV? What a douchebag. I can only imagine how much all magicians hate his disloyal, secret-telling, sorry, masked ass. He has some epic balls to be giving away the secrets of his people. Actually, since he is masked, he is really just a cowardly loser. I’m sure the magicians know who it is though. They are intuitive by nature. He was the sellout. They probably send him death texts and have deleted him as their Facebook friend. I mean it’s not like they can make him disappear. They probably want to punch him in his recently rich, leather, two-face.
I got to thinking about what it would be like if a masked comedian went on TV and gave away our trade secrets…how we come up with jokes. I guess he would just say something about having an awful childhood and that he’s a terrible person with low self-esteem…that plus timing and a two drink minimum is the secret to comedy *rimshot*…
Someone should punch me.
As I popped down my Yaz birth control pill, and three advil with my morning coffee and lit a cigarette hoping my raging hangover would soon subside, I started thinking that maybe my worst habit is waking up.
Lot’s of chatter about my show:
http://www.nytheatrecast.com/episode.php?t=273
http://www.gomag.com/article/the_very_best_of_nyc_thea12/
http://www.nytheatre.com/nytheatre/frigid2009_prevdetail.php?0=T&1=Expe
http://www.broadwaybullet.com/?p=506
http://www.UnitedStages.com/displayProject.php?ID=1309&show=E&itemID=868
TICKETS!! GOING!! FAST!!
http://www.smarttix.com/show.aspx?showCode=HYS0
So, I’m not much of a blogger, but Craig says I should do it every day because if people commit to reading a blog, they want to read it every day. I suppose it’s a good exercise anyway and I will try not to judge what I write for now and just let it flow.
I will be writing generally about my show “Hysteri-KILLY! A One Freak Show up to and through it’s run at the Frigid Festival at the end of Feb. beginning of March.
Today I am building a set piece for it and partaking in an interview for NYTheater.com.
The set piece will be a vertical bed from which I will begin my show. It sort of has this actors nightmare thing about it as I do “stand-up” from my bed in the beginning of a dreamlike fantasy sequence.
I have major issues with sleep and I can’t help but use this in my show. I have another show in the works that is called MEGALOMANINSOMNIAC…or something like that. That show I’ve been writing for years whenever I can’t sleep. It will be a late, late show and blankets and pillows will be provided for the audience and sleeping through the performance will be encouraged.
On another note, I have had this weird stomach issue the last couple of days. It’s like I am constantly nervous and have painful butterflies. I think it might be that right now I am constantly nervous and have painful butterflies. Eeek.
My parents just called me. Weird, seeing that my birthday is tomorrow and they don’t really call that much. I screened it and will find out what fucked up thing is going on when I can calm down my nervous stomach condition. So, like never….
I am not awake yet. I have a hangover. I think that may be a theme here, but I am going to try to cut back on my drinking so, who knows? Perhaps clarity and early mornings and yoga and The View will soon be integrated into my new “me not hungover” routine. Anyway, this is just a test to see what my blog will look like and blah, blah, blog. I hope it looks spiffy.
Later.