hiya! this is a short one. dogface chapter 6 probably tuesday. new links next week. new corporate town indie real soon. some fun things coming i cant wait to write about. You guys are great.
I got a temp job. Like in Funny Ha Ha. It seems I can only get comfortable up close and personally with the movers and shakers of the highest order. Anyway, having a job does wonders for your sense of purpose, at least in the short term. When you get in early and get all settled in, realizing plainly that you are meeting all of the requirements of your assignment, and all that anxiety just washes away - it’s an incredible feeling.
Unfortunately, obviously, with great power comes great responsibility. As I better meet my material needs with work and organization, I’ll have more mental space for general anguish and ennui. I’ll find motivation to like, do soup kitchen stuff. I’ll start leaving old boards at the skate park for kids to grab instead of focusing them in anger (i.e. stomping them in half down the middle. I also like to jump in the air and try to snap the two remaining bits across the trucks. You can then fit the pieces in your backpack and go out drinking like nothing happened.) I’ll make plans to skate, and then make an effort to sleep well the night before so I can actually show up. I’ll budget out those stickers I’ve been endlessly designing.
I need neutral color ties. I need a Panasonic AF100, a micro 4/3 camcorder that’s lightweight and will take my Meike 3.5mm fisheye. Though a camera with a proper zoom rocker would be good enough. I used the Panasonic AG-AC90 in a film production class in college and it’s a great camera but the set of Pannys it comes from are a little outdated, in terms of form factor. The Canon XA10 is what I’ll probably buy, actually. They can get cheap as hell.
Work can get boring, but I like smiling at people. My outlook has changed in a shortass time because I’ve been smiling at people. Barbs was wrong; emotional labor is great. No, well, randomly it’s not. I just don’t work for tips nor am I a woman.
Uh, so, that’s what’s going on with me. I wear a suit a few days a week. I skate sometimes. I write. I am amused that my transition into white collar busywork from back of house kitchen stuff coincided with Stavros Halkias’ exit from Cum Town. It’s been six years and they helped write a script to a whole new world of artists making easy-to-make content to support their art. I mean, this April, Stav probably got paid north of 25 thousand dollars to talk for eight hours. Some internal fulfillment shit is the only thing that would pull a guy from that. And you can’t tell a guy with a million in the bank that podcasting is somehow better than standup (even though it is and I laughed one time through his special.) Standup is an awful art form for drunks and middle-Americans and the Emerson brats like Cameron from Pod About List who cheat their way through standup scenes are actually doing the right thing. Every ‘real’ standup is an insane person who thinks they’re gonna blow up and get Louie, somehow without writing or acting in their repertoire. I hate it so much. They’re lower than DJs in terms of interchangeability. Without an audience, you’re fucked, anyway, so big man is set for life.
I think Adam’s having a kid. Is that alright to point out? Rumor stuff about a microcelebrity? As if Gawker would even look at a pitch of mine. Now that Stav’s gone, back into the normal guy would of standup specials, Barstool and basketball podcasts and Anna K is just Aimee Terese and Ion’s uncovered and my partner got me a Drunken Canal and all the writing sucked, is it still okay to be an insane lunatic about these people? Why don’t any of my friends know who Peter Vack is? He’s a wonder of an actor.