matchbox

The most beat up Matchbox car I own. Click on it for more detail.

CLEAR!

You will not die, underbelly blog. NOT ON MY WATCH. Stay with me kid. Keep those eyes open. Do you hear me? LISTEN. Look at me! There you go. Stay focused. We're gonna make it. Here's a picture of a fishface to inject a little life into your near dead hull:

Day One

Today is a big day. Ten week marathon of production, followed by a 12 week marathon of post. Excited, nervous, anxious, happy.

wgafr?

This is seriously the greatest place to post "under the radar" entries. Wil's corpse is shriveled in the corner of this old blog, but that's not going to stop me from braindumping here. I'm doing that improv show I mentioned a couple of posts ago (scroll down). I'm scared shitless to get back onstage after so long away. And yet, who gives a fuck, really? That's the philosophy to really take with you through life. Worried about what someone might think? Who gives a fuck, really? Afraid you said something awkward? Who gives a fuck, really? Scared of failing? Who gives a ratfuck, really? Do it. Fail. It's okay. Risk it. Ignore the voice. Live loudly.

fact

I prefer coffee that isn't scalding hot.

Brand X

I'm doing a show for old time's sake. It's an improv show I created several years ago, with some then unknown talent. Some of these folks have gone on to be...well...I guess, known. To me, they are still my old friends from the grimy improv days, when we used to do a 40 minute show called BRAND "X." Jessica Makinson wanted to do a three week reunion run, so I said, "Why not?" The photo is my son. I did the amazingly basic photoshop work with the text tool. I R SMRT. Since 4 people read this blog, including me and my dog, I have no qualms about self-promoting. Also, why should we ever be ashamed to self-promote? Shouldn't we assume that people who subscribe to a feed or check in on a blog or follow someone, want to know more about what they're doing and might be excited to hear about things they are involved in? I sure hope so. That's how I am with the people I read/follow/stalk. Wait. Not stalk. Stop talking, Shane. Stop effing talking. Here's the flyer....

One time, I won a contest to be the Great Guinness Toastmaster onstage with Barenaked Ladies. I am lucky.

this is burned in my memory

me dumb

I just deleted posts by accident. Luckily, they were just youtube videos. ME DUMB.