Personal Goals

I need new personal goals. Here they are.

-Get in shape

-Drop 15-30 pounds over the summer and beyond.

-Get more writing done

-Stop searching for a lady friend and whatnot

The End

Spring In My Step

Well, it's currently 1:30 in the AM.

But I am home, surrounded by comics, dvds, books, magazines, cards, and sleeping family. So that means all is well as far as I am concerned.

I keep forgetting how long it's been since I've had a break from school, like a legitimate break, not just a, "come home for the weekend," thing. So that's nine weeks . . . yeah I know, right?!

It's so amazing to be home, with family, and even Brendan is here. Mike's back off in Germany, guy never even called to say goodbye . . . jerk. It's okay, I hold no malice, I shall instead sabotage and booby-trap his room for when he returns. I am most eager to try out my newest creation, which I call, the "Scorpion Cannon of Most Immeasurable Pain."

I got it off a Snapple cap.

But Spring Break (yay), is here and with it, relaxation. This week will still be busy though. Dad is winging off to London tomorrow, I'm visiting Albertus on Tuesday I think, and then Giuseppe and I are filming/playing tennis/five guysing it Wednesday. Also Blackest Night 8 is out then. My heart sings.

I'm also supposed to go see the AMHS drama tomorrow. I don't quite know how I feel about it. I hear good things, bad things, and excruciatingly terrible things as well. Yet, I have a certain loyalty to my friends and the school. So let us see how things go, review up soon then I guess.

Hmmmm . . . other news . . . hmmm . . . nothing right off the bat. I suppose then, I'll sign off for now, go get some sleep, which in my country, means go and read til the wee hours of the morning.

OH

But here is some good news.

My latest one act, Heroics, is now going to be produced and directed by a theatre company downtown in Albany as part of their Short Play Festival. Kick. Ass.

I'll be signing autographs outside after the blogging. (just kidding)

Gnight! (not kidding)

PS: Happy Spring. Enjoy the weather before it becomes sweltering hot.

And The Curtains Come Down

It's been a crazy three weeks world.

And I'm sorry I haven't kept you in the loop. My past three weeks have been this:

Rehearsals. Plays. Shows. Laughter. Sketchys. Death. Romance. Slight dejection. Writing. Acting. Sleeping. Reading. Brothers. Family. Relay For Life. Cowboy Hats. Bro-Chill Time.

So there ya go.

My show was last weekend, had most of my family come down, even some folks from Massachusetts which was really nice. The show went great. My actors were on, the director made some really great choices, and the drum added an epic sense of power that was definitely a great choice.

A little sad it's over. But, life goes on, and if you're paying attention to the present, you'll just end up in the past.

So the writing goes on. I've been writing every day this week and of the week, and so far, doing well. Also, been hitting the gym as well, every day, half an hour, just to get myself warmed up to it again. Let's do this thing.

And yeah . . . tomorrow is Relay For Life, all day event, fighting cancer cause cancer sucks, and we need to kick its ass. True Story.

More on my life as it occurs, my friends. Good night and day and night.

"Great Danes! No yeah, it's a dog, but like . . . the BIGGEST dog!"

Said Bo Burnham on Thursday, as he made fun of our school mascot, the great Dane.

I gotta say, he's not wrong.

But yes, a little background: Bo Burnham, only a few years back, was a teenager much like myself. Then he taught himself how to play instruments, wrote hilarious, witty and offensive material, and then to the scattered winds of Youtube they flew. And he was a hit.

Thursday, he came to our university to perform as a benefit for the Relay For Life, a cancer research benefit, to which he ironically said, "You guys got ME for a cancer benefit?"

Also, that same Thursday, myself and some members of the Sketchy Characters, the comedy group I am part of, go the chance to open for Bo.

It was fan-frickin'-tastic. We got there early, and got a chance to say hey to Bo, nice guy, tall sonofagun. But nice enough, if a bit quiet. We warmed up, got ready, as more and more workers kept coming back telling us things like, "Filling up quick in there," and, "Yeah, we just opened the back section."

By the time I was in the wings, about to take the stage, the main guy goes, "Hey, there's almost 700 people here tonight . . . have fun!"

Eep.

But I took the stage, and began to MC, bringing small laughs and then getting us all started on improv. We did a few games of improv and my guys brought their A+ game that night. I was so goddamn proud of them all. Still am, actually. They did amazing. The crowd was responsive, laughed with us, I even got off a couple of good laughs. Then after improv, my pal Dustin came on a did some stand up and he brought down the house, the crowd loved him. We had our share of hecklers, but we dealt with them.

But Bo dealt with them even worse.

After out set, before he went on, he asked my friend Lauren, (who is so in love with him, she was positively glowing with joy that night), if there were hecklers out there at us. She told him yeah, but it was no big deal.

Bo took a sip of his water and said, and I quote, "Yeah . . . I'm going to teach those fucking bastards a lesson." And did he ever. He, a relatively famous and well-known comedian, stood up for us, a band of sketchy characters who as my friend Dustin said to Bo later, "Dude, we would perform for you for a slice of pizza and water."

So, I don't know if he'll ever read this, but thanks Bo. It was real classy of you to help us, sincerely.

And then Bo put on an amazing show, full of songs, haikus, small skits, more songs, misdirection, one hit zingers, audience participation, and more ripping on the guy who heckled us.

It was a great freaking show, and thanks again Bo.

Meet and greet after the show was awesome and I was perfectly content. We got to open for a great comedian, who actually talked to us a bit and stood up for us against arrogant asshats. Not only that, but we put on a great show, the Sketchys, for an audience who may not have known us.

Great show, great friends, great night.

More updates on personal life to come soon.