Thursday, March 15, 2007

A cry for help

Hi peeps*.

It's 4:21 am. I've been up since 3-ish. Heather woke up early and discovered she'd been infested by the cleaning bug. Unfortunately, she had no idea that cleaning the wood slat blinds in the kitchen windows would sound to me in the bedroom like someone was eating the house. Then, after finding out what was going on, I was unable to get back to sleep because my mind was a-whirl with thoughts about Freak Train.

Oh? Didn't I mention? Derek, earlier in the week, said that Freak Train – open mic stand up comedy night in Denver at the Bug Theater – happens to fall during Spring Break and I'd once said that I would go if the kids were on vacation. I was thinking in the Summer. Apparently not as late as that.

So I said if I could arrange it, I would go and watch. See what it's like. Stuff.

He said, "Oh no! If you go you HAVE to perform! You're the funniest person I know. We'll do something together. It won't be as bad that way."

I immediately thought back to the time that Derek, Ray, Scott and I "performed" the song 'Brick House' at the company's Christmas party ala Karaoke. Good times. I lie.

He's reworking one of the spoof commercials that I did with him a while back. Going to stretch it from 30 seconds to an eternity. Okay. Five minutes. It'll just feel like an eternity.

Anyhow, what was keeping me up was thoughts of my own thing that I could do, in addition to the skit with Derek. I figured I might center it around stage fright my attempts to get over it. A couple of things already came to mind as I tossed and turned in a doomed attempt to get back to sleep.

I partly blame Bella Rosa for this thought being in my head at 3-ish. You see, she is going to take a shot at standup comedy in the windy city, but first she needs to rid herself of her stage fright. So she's put it on eBay. Follow up posts here and here. Heck, check out her whole site.

Now, obviously I can't do the same thing. For one, I would end up flooding the market for stage fright. The last thing I need is for someone to win my stage fright for a dollar. Shipping alone would cost me at least $10 because it's HUGE!

So what I need from you people are some ideas on how to get over my stage fright. Keep in mind that the BIG NIGHT (hyperventilating here) is a week from next Monday. So whatever you suggest has to be doable on the quick and the cheap.

And yeah. That's it. Almost...

* You remember a few posts back when I was talking about not having a stat tracker so I had no idea how many readers I have anymore? And how I found that one email in my junk folder from Site Meter indicating that I got, on average, one reader a day. Funny thing that. It seems that was for one of my other sites. Specifically "Visual Breakdown". When I read "Visual Breakdown" on the email I thought it was... you know... a visual breakdown of the traffic to my site. So. Yeah. Oops. Look at me forgetting what blogs I run. I figured out how to reinstall Free Hit Counter a couple of days ago, and now that it's had some time to count people I see that I'm getting more than one person a day. The numbers so far are 78 and 86. Now it's possible that's an inflated number since my posts for the last couple of days have included Viacom and YouTube and they are "news". Still, it surprised the heck out of me. So even though there are more of you than I thought, and I'm a doofus, I appreciate you all for coming by.

Okay. It's 4:59 now. If I hurry I might be able to get an hour of sleep. I'm still not sure if I'll have and Illustration Friday post later in the day. It depends on if I have time to draw at lunch. Yeah. My wakefulness is wearing off fast. I can't think straight anymore. Specifically I can't think of a way to stop writing. Argh. So... yeah. Please give me ideas on how to destroy my stage fright... and. Yeah.

3 comments:

Heather said...

I'm so sorry about the slats! I had no idea the sound was carrying!!

You're the funniest person I know, too, so I think you'll be brilliant at the Freakshow! :)

Derek Knight said...

oh, well hot shit...I didn't realize that you took me seriously. TOO LATE! I'll start writing you in presently.

Squatchyk said...

I think you're funny and would do great. I told Derek I would have rather gone up and did something I had prepared then be given something to improv to.

"Boring a hole in the patient’s head creates a door through which the demons can escape, and - viola! - out goes the crazy."