There ain’t nothin’ better than starting to get sick on yr birthday and then starting a 10 day trip. Slowly but surely with the help of pills-a-pplenty, I am getting over this crappy bug. Boston is great. The arrival was a bit chilly but it has warmed up a bit. It’s so great to see old friends and have it feel like that year that has gone by was only a day. Way too early tomorrow I head to the Winnipeg Improv Festival where the weather won’t in the friendly sunny 60s, but rather in the 30s and 40s. And rainy. I have very little time to get better. Thurday is the double installment of the cartoon. I’m not sure what the rest of the fest will hold, but I can’t wait to find out.

So I have this theory about charismatic, handsome, talented, genuinely good people actors in the H-wood. They all eventually seem to go relentlessly bonkers at some point. Most of them through scientology. There was John Travolta. America’s all around great guy. He was reintroduced to the world by doing a little film called Pulp Fiction. All of a sudden you can’t go to the movies without seeing a new John Travolta vehicle. Flash forward a few years and John gives the world a peak into his cult by making Battlefield Earth. It knocks him down a few pegs and he never regains his SuperStar standing again.
Oh then there’s Tom Cruise. Remember when he was taking a total risk in Magnolia and everyone was all “Oh Tom Cruise is soooo talented. What a risk taker. And oh he saved a burning baby. And he walks on water. And his shit don’t stink.” Next thing you know he’s on a daytime talk show babbling about some 15 year old he’s banging thereby proving to the world how straight and normal he is. That might have worked if it weren’t for the fact that this was all going on while he was jumping around on couches and shaking Oprah relentlessly.
And then there’s king batshit of crazy island. Two words. The Passion.
And so now there’s a new charismatic, handsome, talented, genuinely good people actor in the H-wood. From his modest beginnings as George Burnett on The Facts Of Life to his climb up the Hollywood ladder to become Sexiest Man Alive.rowr. to his really cool and modest foray into directing with Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. George Clooney now has the much talked about and revered Good Night and Good Luck. And he finds himself at the top of The List. Now I ask myself, how long, George? How long before you let the world know? Before you too go looney? And judging by the steady increase in the nut-o-meter from the humble John to the laughable Mel, when George finally goes over the edge, it’s gonna be a doozy.

i think for my birthday i am going to try chaser

Well, I’m abotut 4 weeks into the life of the freelancer and it’s just about time to drown. My old job hasn’t offered me any work (not that I expected different, but sometimes you think theat people will stick to their words). On the bright side, I had an interview with a company that seemed to really like me and want me to work with them. I am going to do the programming for the Neptune Beach Amusement Museum website.

It’s out in SanFran. It’s the guy who runs the kick ass pinball museum out there. He wants to reopen the Neptune Beach Amusement Park as a place to go learn about and play retro games like Pinball.
There’s also fun stuff like the BeardMan website, the BloodCar website, and the BeardMan cartoon. yes, I said BloodCar. It’s a film by the kids at FakeWoodWallpaper about sky-rocketing gas prices and one vegan’s discovery of a car that runs on blood. Oh yeah, and there’s boobs.
But first – Boston and Winnipeg for a little fun and improv.

I’ll hopefully be showing the cartoon again up there. And also hopefully getting a chance to work with the Crumbs on redesigning their website. And also not freezing my ass too much. (If anyone knows where I can get any shoes or warm clothes in the next 3 days…)

This is the most depressing thing I have ever had to do to my dog.

Lab Results : BENIGN.

It seems ol’ Mitchell developed a callous on his elbow that got inflamed and a bit infected. The vet seemed to get rid of it all and it shouldn’t come back.

Buck Up Sad Clown. You’ll be good as new in no time.

Last night in downtown Atlanta I overheard one panhandler chastise his panhandling friend who was in a wheelchair about his choice of where to panhandle because “all the white folks were at a party at the Tabernacle”
Also, there was a time when free drinks at a hotel bar would have been a lot more raucous than it was last night. Accounting firms are great people to do improv gigs for, but after that you really don’t have much to say to any of them. Free booze or not.

I watched the first two episodes of The Colbert Report and may I say it is the best new show on Comedy Central. Unfortunately that’s not saying too much as it’s up against such trite as the David Spade CrapFest, the Mind of Mencia childish humor and InsultFest, and the Adam Corolla please put me out of my misery half hour….
That being said, here’s to hoping it doesn’t turn into the Just Another Comedian With A Show on Comedy Central show

This morning I had to drop Mitchell off to get some minor surgery on his leg. He had this abcess that was beginning to bother him and the vet said it was time to cut it off and send it to the lab to be tested. So, 400 dollars later I drop off the old man.
I’m not much of a crier and I don’t get teary eyed all too often. But straight out of some emotional scene in a John Hughes movie, as the vet tech was taking mitchell back to the O.R. he ran back to me, lept up, and threw his front paws on my shoulders to give me a hug.
How can you look at that face and into those eyes and not get emotional? Well, I guess if you’re a cat person or hate dogs or have no soul. Soulless chumps.

Sometime back I gave up on titling these posts. Sometime before that I gave up on posting at regular intervals.
I realized today that one of the greatest things about not going into the office anymore is being able to take Mitchell for walks. It’s quality bonding time between a man and his dog. It makes me feel derned good that he’s not home alone anymore. Now we get to lay around in our underwear together.