Day 10 a special holliday!

Morning Party People!
                I'ts 10 am so I'm writing a little late. I got up and started driving this morning to tranasport people to and from where ever they need to go I noticed that it must be a very special day this morning.
                I guess it's ,"Drive like an A-Hole Day"
                Ok enough about mundane bitching about my lame income. I had a weird night last night. I hit the open mic and did the new bit, it went ok but thats not what stuck with me. The host made a joke when I went up on stage and said that I look like Meatloaf (the singer). I thought it was funny and laughed because I know her well enough to know that she was doing what comedians do, she saw someting and made it funny. I reacted by pretending to sing like meatloaf from Rocky Horrow and then we all moved past it. What I didn't know is that she took a pic and posted it on FB with the caption, Meatloaf came in to do a set tonight. Again, I thought it was funny.
                Now I'll say this here because because writing and being honest with myself is what this blog is about but I wouldn't never say this on a FB thread because it would kill the joke. I haven't felt bad about my weight for awhile but seing people that I didn't know making fun of me kind of rubbed me the wrong way. I've been thinking a lot about it. Maybe I'm not as comfortable in my own skin as I thought I was?
                In an unrelated post another tubby comedian posted how he just ran five miles, good for him. This also upset me, but for obvios selfish reasons. I need to spend some time thinking on this....

Till Next Time Party People
Keep on a Chooglin!

Day 10 I think my cat is trying to talk to me

Morning Party People!
           Thus morning I woke up extra early and made a pot of coffee, as the coffee brews I slip into the shower, kind of a ritual to wash away the previous day, that and to not smell like a hobo. As I sit down at my desk my cat Baboo wants to jump up to my lap so I can hold her. I need to write and I know if I don't pick her up she'll then resort to jumping up on the desk and will try to walk on the keyboard. Seriously, yesterday she sent an IM to one of Jennies friends on her computer without Jennie knowing about it. Granted all she sent was "BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB" but you get the idea.
           At one point when I was playing Batman Arkham City I noticed she was watching the tv intently as a fight scene with Catwoman was taking place. I'm not sure but she might be the next step in kitty evolution, or she would have been, thankfully we had her fixed as to ensure the survival of the human race.
           I'm having trouble pushing myself to work the long hours required the a taxi driver should work. I don't know if it's just that I'm so tired of it, or that I refuse to rise above a certain income level. I tend to only make what I need to make, which is fine but I bitch about money so much thatI'm obviously not ok with it. Must push harder I guess, keep on a Chooglin as I would say if I ever said that.
           That phrase is from a CCR song if anyone was curious.
          "Keep on doing what you love, money will find a way to you" I read that in a book for recovering artists. I still believe it, I have a feeling something has got to change, I'm just not sure how.
           I wrote a new bit yesterday, I'm going to try it out at an ope mic tonight. Dos Gringos on Priest is a nice room, not a lot of people so there's not as much pressure, that and it's $2 taco tuesday, so that makes it all the better!
           The was a dinner theater troupe that was holding auditions, I submitted and headshot and resume and they responded with an invitation to come to the auditions. The bummer was that I tried over a few emails for them to give me some details about where and when but they never got back to me. I was supposed to do a reading at 11am on a Sunday but he never said where. When I woke up at 9 that morning and didn't see an email I sent him another email asking me to take me of the list (politely). He responded with another option , that I do a reading later in the week. I sent him my schedule when I could read and he sent back a time that I wasn't available for. After that I told him that I had just received another offer and wouldn't be able to be in his show. I hate lying but it was better than being bitchy and saying the real reason why I wouldn't come read, just too many red flags.
            I know I sound like a Prima Donna but when someone I'm trying to work for won't respond to an email in a reasonable amount of time, or doesn't read the email I sent I tend to be very wary of the job....that and the website looked like ass.
            Till Next time Party People!
Keep on a Chooglin!

Day 9 ...I think

Afternoon Party People!
            So first ff, no I don't do my writing this morning. It's not a hell worthy trespass but I have to make sure I don;t do the same thing tomorrow morning. I don't want to get into the habit of givng myself too much slack.
             Last night I I put the finishing touches on the most current podcast. It's getting easier each week to get these puppies out ter into the net. That part I'm glad for, now listening to them thee next morinng is another thing entirely. I don't have the usual hang ups, like hating the way I sound, seriously though, I'm an actor, why wouldn't I love the sound of my own voice?
            Now my main focus is to provide entertaining content, I'm trying to record conversations that we normally wouldn't have. I think doing that we gain access to new parts of this life we've yet to explore.
            I think in my last blog I was on the topic of food stamps and weed. I was going to continue the topic here but that's turning into a bit so Im going to work it out on stage.
            I have no idea how the hell I'm going to move to Denver, all I know is that I am. I can tell but the nervous feeling in my gut that gets stronger and stronger the closer December gets. If anything the next year should be very interesting!
            I need to work on some material, so till next time party People!

Keep on a Chooglin!
            

This episode gets heavy this week! Fair Warning =P

Day 8/9 We all knew it would happen, one day missed.

Morning Party People!
            Ok I missed a day, there are now exuces to be made, one a refocusing on my original plan. To keep writing the moment I wake up, or in this case right before I pass out from exhaustion . I't 4:30 am and I've been driving all night. I had fun and I made a decent amount of cash, so nothing new to report there.
            While  was driving around a questrion came to me.Why do we hate the poor so much that we will take their food from them if the get high?
             Granted the thought of moeny going out to someone who is just getting high all day doesn't exactly envoke sympathy in me but I think this idea goes deeper than that.
             First off lets deal with the fact that weed is still considered a class 1 narcotic, meaning it has NO medicinal value whatsoever. We all know this is bullshit. Here in AZ we have medicinal marijuana to help treat people with chronic pain as soon as they cough up a shitload of cash. What you think it's free to be in pain?
            Lets assume that the prohibition on weed goes away, that seems to be the trend of thing from where I stand. So how would that effect the poor people and their food stamps? Are we still going to stick it to them if they smoke up? What about alcohol? What about psych-meds?
            Or how about we focus on why a fellow human who grows up in the same country, the same town, goes to the same school, feels its pointless to do anything?
           Granted I could go on and on about being born into poverty and the struggle of the 99% and all but that's not the basis of this question. The question is, why couldn't they do the same thing I did?

I've descovered that my fatigue says that this topic will be discussed at a further date.

Till next time
Keep on a Chooglin

Day 7 waking up late

Morning Party People,
            I imagine that these blogs are becoming less and less interesting to read, sorry about that. Unfortunately for all of us I'm not writing these for entertainment but more so to build a writing regiment. The more I don't want to write, the more I force myself to. There are some that say that creativity shouldn't be forced, much like exercise. Up until recently I would be inclined to agree, so would my fat ass.
            So here I am, plugging away, trying to get the thoughts in my head on this screen, So what should I talk about? How about music?
            I've bought two albums in the past week so far. Branches by Radical Face and Girl Talk by Kate Nash. The branches I loved instantly as it's more of the same from radical face yet far deeper, they do such a great job of painting a rich picture to explore via sound, I highly recommend it, espescially if you like to get high.
            Girl Talk is definatly growing on me! Kate Nash has gone in a new direction from sweet angst ridden gal to a sweet agnst/angry/fierce gal. Meaning she has dealved into some punk roots that meshes well with her melodies. I'm glad I gave this album a chance as at first listen I wasn't too thrilled with it, I guess I thought Kate had left what made her so great behind. She hadn't, she just grew into a richer artist and it shows in her music....and no I'm not just saying that because I want her on my podcast =P
           I love this world so much and most of the people in t, I truly do, perhaps I should say that more....

Till Next time Party People
Keep on a chooglin!

Day 6

Morning Party People,
              Like usual I'm not sure what to write here. I know my back is killing me right now, I have zero desire to start driving now so perhaps I'll go out later and work through most of the night, that could be fun. There I go again, thinking about money again. I don't  want to write about income, because I think it's tedious.
              I went to the open mic but didn't wait around to go up, it had been about two hours or so. I'm not hating, it happens. I just wished I had the time to wait, it feels crappy to leave the club without going up. I did get a chance to chat with some of the more veteran comics, and one of them might want to do the podcast, so if anything the evening wasn't a complete loss.
              So here I am, at this keyboard, wondering what to put on this page. at the moment I'm listening to an album of an artist I'm trying to get on the podcast, the thing is I'm not liking their new album too much. It's not bad, it's just in a new direction. I'm thinking if by some chance this person would do the podcast would I have to lie and say I titaly dug the new tunes? I wouldn't try to be a dick, you ever see a friend of your start hanging out with some new people and suddenly you can see how their heart and soul are being poisoned by theur new friends. Much like heroine I guess. That's what this new album sounds like to me. This is only the first listen thoug, I can tell I will like it more and more as I learn to appreciate it. After all it took me awhile to enjoy Girl in a Coma's last album.
              Come to think of it, there was never a Beastie Boys or a Blind Melon album I ever liked on the first listen, so that should tell you something about my taste in music =P

Till next time Party People
Keep on a Choogln!