Most of the stuff in my apartment is made of fuckin gold it's so expensive.
http://www.viewit.ca/vwExpandView.aspx?ViT=6385
thats my place minus the bedroom. and there is no patio. its just a patio door leading no where. its a glorified window.
please note my amazing curtains. they are most likely the gayest curtains ever made.
I get to call that place home for a while. I'm awesome.
Friday, June 26, 2009
WOO HOO!!
GREAT news! No... I didn't get laid... I found a PLACE TO LIVE for JULY and beyond!
It's not the nicest place to say the least. Its small, has no bedroom, it looks pretty old, but its a place to stay for pretty cheap for the downtown core.
Its a huge relief for me. This will give me time to really settle in, ship some stuff out from BC and relax a little bit. Im right off queen street west again, which is really nice. I'm super close to the street cars and bus stops which is perfect.
I don't plan to stay there for a long time, maybe a few months while I look for the perfect place, but like i said its a huge load off my shoulders. I am pretty happy with the whole thing. I'm on the 4th floor, but the place has no elevator, so i don't think i'll be doing a lot of grand piano shopping anytime soon. The place is furnished, with really shitty furniture, so at least i won't have to haul a bunch of furniture up four flights of stairs.
Tonight i'm going to listen to the NHL draft from Montreal since I did not make it out to Quebec. I just couldn't find a ticket to the draft, that is the one thing that really held me back. Anyways, Go Leafs Go!
Stay tuned, more to come!
It's not the nicest place to say the least. Its small, has no bedroom, it looks pretty old, but its a place to stay for pretty cheap for the downtown core.
Its a huge relief for me. This will give me time to really settle in, ship some stuff out from BC and relax a little bit. Im right off queen street west again, which is really nice. I'm super close to the street cars and bus stops which is perfect.
I don't plan to stay there for a long time, maybe a few months while I look for the perfect place, but like i said its a huge load off my shoulders. I am pretty happy with the whole thing. I'm on the 4th floor, but the place has no elevator, so i don't think i'll be doing a lot of grand piano shopping anytime soon. The place is furnished, with really shitty furniture, so at least i won't have to haul a bunch of furniture up four flights of stairs.
Tonight i'm going to listen to the NHL draft from Montreal since I did not make it out to Quebec. I just couldn't find a ticket to the draft, that is the one thing that really held me back. Anyways, Go Leafs Go!
Stay tuned, more to come!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Another nice person!
Hey.
I decided to keep posting messages and blogs that people have wrote to me. This is from my friend Camiel Pell, who I went to high school with. She is a very funny and talented performer, another person who I am very glad to have met along the way.
I asked her for some advice on what I should do out here. Camiel attended a Comedy school here in TO called Humber. They offer a two year comedy program that I was debating looking into. I asked her opinion of that, Second City, and any other advice. Thank you Camiel.
Camiel sent you a message.
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Re: Hello!
Hey Braddy!
Humber was cool. The only thing I really got out of it was the contacts and when I say contacts I mean like friends who are now successful. The school was fun, but I think you'd be way better off taking the second city programs and work your way up that way. Doing that you'll come out a way stronger improviser and generally a better performer. It depends on what kind of comic you are. If you wanna be a stand up Humber is good cause it gets you in with Mark Breslin, owner of YUks, but you can do that on your own by calling to get on open mic nights.
If you're a a writer, go to humber. They'll help you become a stronger writer if you wanna go that route. If you're a character comedian (THATS ME) then go to Second City. My advice is go to as many open mic things as poss, as many shows as poss and just fucking make sure every night you're out absorbing as much as possible. Make some connection. Eventually you'll be in the loop. Join a Improv group. Get in any way you can and if anybody doesn't accept you or makes you feel like an outsider, push them to the side and assert your place.
You'll do amazing. Keep me posted. Right now I'm in Victoria and doing the writing thing and I perform with Atomic, pretty much all I'm doin right now. I call it phase 1.
bon chance!
I decided to keep posting messages and blogs that people have wrote to me. This is from my friend Camiel Pell, who I went to high school with. She is a very funny and talented performer, another person who I am very glad to have met along the way.
I asked her for some advice on what I should do out here. Camiel attended a Comedy school here in TO called Humber. They offer a two year comedy program that I was debating looking into. I asked her opinion of that, Second City, and any other advice. Thank you Camiel.
Camiel sent you a message.
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Re: Hello!
Hey Braddy!
Humber was cool. The only thing I really got out of it was the contacts and when I say contacts I mean like friends who are now successful. The school was fun, but I think you'd be way better off taking the second city programs and work your way up that way. Doing that you'll come out a way stronger improviser and generally a better performer. It depends on what kind of comic you are. If you wanna be a stand up Humber is good cause it gets you in with Mark Breslin, owner of YUks, but you can do that on your own by calling to get on open mic nights.
If you're a a writer, go to humber. They'll help you become a stronger writer if you wanna go that route. If you're a character comedian (THATS ME) then go to Second City. My advice is go to as many open mic things as poss, as many shows as poss and just fucking make sure every night you're out absorbing as much as possible. Make some connection. Eventually you'll be in the loop. Join a Improv group. Get in any way you can and if anybody doesn't accept you or makes you feel like an outsider, push them to the side and assert your place.
You'll do amazing. Keep me posted. Right now I'm in Victoria and doing the writing thing and I perform with Atomic, pretty much all I'm doin right now. I call it phase 1.
bon chance!
Oh boy
So... remember my last blog when I was saying how hot it is? Well I guess old Mother Nature played a quick one on me, because I woke to a huge crash of thunder, looked out my window and saw hell breaking loose outside. It was windy and rainy and thundery and lightningy. It was crazy!
For those who are not meteorologists, let me explain to you in real life terms. You see Hot air, much like the air that's around Toronto, is like the Bloods. And the cold air, represents the Crypts. When the Bloods bad Crypts meet in the sky, they kick they shit out each other.
It was so bad that at one point I had to shut my window I was peaking out of, because it was raining and hailing so hard water was getting past the screen and leaking onto my floor. There was so much thunder happening, that even AC/DC was like, okay, just what the fuck is goin' on here?!
And then? Peace. She all blew over in a matter of about 20 minutes. Somebody has won the evil gang war in the sky.
During the battle, I went onto the Weather Networks web page just to see if I was going to die or not, and they said Toronto was experiencing a 'Light Thundershower'
Excuse me? Light thundershower? I'm sorry, no. Death is falling from the sky and you call it a light thundershower? Yeah, and I'm going to the dentist to have a "light root canal" I'll catch up with you guys in a bit.
Good news is I lived. I gotta go while I can still swim down Queen street to get some breakfast.
Loooove you.
Stay tuned, more to come.
For those who are not meteorologists, let me explain to you in real life terms. You see Hot air, much like the air that's around Toronto, is like the Bloods. And the cold air, represents the Crypts. When the Bloods bad Crypts meet in the sky, they kick they shit out each other.
It was so bad that at one point I had to shut my window I was peaking out of, because it was raining and hailing so hard water was getting past the screen and leaking onto my floor. There was so much thunder happening, that even AC/DC was like, okay, just what the fuck is goin' on here?!
And then? Peace. She all blew over in a matter of about 20 minutes. Somebody has won the evil gang war in the sky.
During the battle, I went onto the Weather Networks web page just to see if I was going to die or not, and they said Toronto was experiencing a 'Light Thundershower'
Excuse me? Light thundershower? I'm sorry, no. Death is falling from the sky and you call it a light thundershower? Yeah, and I'm going to the dentist to have a "light root canal" I'll catch up with you guys in a bit.
Good news is I lived. I gotta go while I can still swim down Queen street to get some breakfast.
Loooove you.
Stay tuned, more to come.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
When is winter?
What up.
I hope everyone is doing well. As Greg would say, its hotter than a nun's @&#%. Today's day time high was 31, and with the humidity it felt like 36. Grrrrrrrrooosssss. I must say that I am adapting to the heat a little bit, but its clear everyone in Toronto has been living with this heat for a long time. Assholes. I went out to get some food today and people were actually walking around, riding bikes, and enjoying the hot weather. I left my apartment for a total of four minutes, just enough time to get my ass a sandwich and get the fuck out of the sun. What a bunch of crazy people. Its 36 fucking degrees! Stop what you're doing and hide in a freakin' basement or something.
After my brief visit with Mr.Humidity I returned to my apartment to "cool down". Yeah, not going to happen. I have one little window and no AC. I'm fucked. My idea of cooling down is eating a bowl of ice cubes while sitting in front of the open fridge, wafting air like I'm Science 8 or some shit.
It has only gotten worse.I guess God forgot to turn off the oven or something, man, because at 11pm it was still 30 fucking degrees. That to me is just plan wrong, it should not be possible. When the sun goes down, it is supposed to cool down, its just how shit works. I'm not a smart man, but I know the basics. The SUN is a large star. The SUN is very hot. Earth rotates in orbit around the SUN. After the SUN sets the MOON comes out. The MOON is not a large star. The MOON is not hot. So what the hell is going on here!? The Moon didn't get the memo or something.
Haha, ok, I think you all get the idea, I don't like the heat.
Suck it up buttercup.
Everyone drinks AriZona iced tea out here. You know those giant cans that say '99 cents' on them, but the fucking corner store charges you two bucks? Yeah. They got all kinds of the shit out here. They got Arizona Iced tea, Arizona Green tea, Arizona Green tea with pomegranate, Arizona Green tea with ginseng and honey, Arizona Green tea with a little Arizona pee-pee. They got it all. So I recommend that everyone starts drinking this shit because clearly it's the next big thing.
I still have no place to live for July. I still have no job. I still have not started school. I still have no idea just what the fuck I'm doing here.
As I have said before, moving out here and starting from scratch is the most difficult thing I have ever done. It's a challenge that I'm not sure I'm ready for. I can't really explain exactly whats going through my head right now. I guess a little doubt, for sure. I guess some of my days are better then others, just like everyone else.
I'm just trying to stay sane. I'm just trying to believe. I'm trying.
More to come, stay tuned.
I hope everyone is doing well. As Greg would say, its hotter than a nun's @&#%. Today's day time high was 31, and with the humidity it felt like 36. Grrrrrrrrooosssss. I must say that I am adapting to the heat a little bit, but its clear everyone in Toronto has been living with this heat for a long time. Assholes. I went out to get some food today and people were actually walking around, riding bikes, and enjoying the hot weather. I left my apartment for a total of four minutes, just enough time to get my ass a sandwich and get the fuck out of the sun. What a bunch of crazy people. Its 36 fucking degrees! Stop what you're doing and hide in a freakin' basement or something.
After my brief visit with Mr.Humidity I returned to my apartment to "cool down". Yeah, not going to happen. I have one little window and no AC. I'm fucked. My idea of cooling down is eating a bowl of ice cubes while sitting in front of the open fridge, wafting air like I'm Science 8 or some shit.
It has only gotten worse.I guess God forgot to turn off the oven or something, man, because at 11pm it was still 30 fucking degrees. That to me is just plan wrong, it should not be possible. When the sun goes down, it is supposed to cool down, its just how shit works. I'm not a smart man, but I know the basics. The SUN is a large star. The SUN is very hot. Earth rotates in orbit around the SUN. After the SUN sets the MOON comes out. The MOON is not a large star. The MOON is not hot. So what the hell is going on here!? The Moon didn't get the memo or something.
Haha, ok, I think you all get the idea, I don't like the heat.
Suck it up buttercup.
Everyone drinks AriZona iced tea out here. You know those giant cans that say '99 cents' on them, but the fucking corner store charges you two bucks? Yeah. They got all kinds of the shit out here. They got Arizona Iced tea, Arizona Green tea, Arizona Green tea with pomegranate, Arizona Green tea with ginseng and honey, Arizona Green tea with a little Arizona pee-pee. They got it all. So I recommend that everyone starts drinking this shit because clearly it's the next big thing.
I still have no place to live for July. I still have no job. I still have not started school. I still have no idea just what the fuck I'm doing here.
As I have said before, moving out here and starting from scratch is the most difficult thing I have ever done. It's a challenge that I'm not sure I'm ready for. I can't really explain exactly whats going through my head right now. I guess a little doubt, for sure. I guess some of my days are better then others, just like everyone else.
I'm just trying to stay sane. I'm just trying to believe. I'm trying.
More to come, stay tuned.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Dutchie
Hey all, I wanted to share something that my friend Chris Carroll wrote. This kind of came out of no where for me, and is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever written about me. It made me weep like a baby. God bless you Chris, thank you.
The following is a blog from Chris's website: http://www.myspace.com/dutchie10
bradley mac
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
first of all i would like to start this blog off and say it is 3:40 am. i have a 3 ball games at 9 am tomorrow and im gunna be a grumpy son of a bitch getting up for 8 am to be at the field at that time....i would like to talk about one of my closest friends bradley mac....i have known this guy since i was 8 years old growing up and lost touch with him until we became grown men....i forgot bradley mac on my list of heroes on this page but to me he is one of mine.this year he decided to go chase his dream as a comedian and to get into acting on tv and up and left a very safe life here in victoria bc canada to do so. i have to say it takes more balls then i have seen from any person i have met in life to do this, i respect and admire his decision to walk away from his friends family and an easy paycheck to chase his dreams in life, as many of u know i was raised by gamblers and hustlers and seen alot of balsy shit in my day in every facet of life.now with that being said i can only speak for myself knowing that this small city is too small for a guy like bradley mac.not only his talents but his personality, i met up with brad again when he was living in vancouver bc not far from here at the worst part of my life crippled broke and forced to do things to my body to further cripple myself for a paycheck and support the female in my life at the time,not that she wasnt working but i felt it was my duty as a man to do that.brad brought some comfort into my being at my worst even tho he didnt know it.i do have to say his move in life inspires me to do the same and to this point in my life there hasnt been alot of inspiriation other than myself and people i have looked up to in competition.now when i met brad for the second time in my life he met me in vancouver i was on crutches to get around and we met at a boston pizza to hang out.we were ordering food and had one of the most stunning looking waitresses i have seen in all of life.she was gorgeous.now to be honest a guy like me asking this gurl out on a date would be a complete joke.brad with his way of drawing people into his being was sitting there joking around with me being himself but he was unaware that he drew this gurl right in the way he draws all of us into to his naturally great soul and energy.i dont know it to this day but he could have married that woman and im not sure he cared. to make a long story short(not that this is going to happen)i am here today speaking my mind about him.we have had long talks about life and where we want to go with it in depth about as far into things as i could get i reckn.our short time hanging out when we both had a chance has left an impression on me that will last a lifetime.knowing this guy so well all of us that know him knows he has the god given gift and the god given talent to succeed whether he makes it or not.this guy is staying in hostels and making sacrifices that some of us couldnt even dream of trying on a shoestring budget just to have a chance at his lifelong dream in life. to me it doesnt get any tougher than that in life or take any bigger balls to try.i have been reading his blog that he has online http://bradleymac.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-o-r-o-n-t-o.html thinking and knowing that he can do just about anything he wants in life being who he is if he decided to. if u guys want go there and check out his blogs and just read lol he is a comical genius in the making and he doesnt even know it.there are bits in there he could do as standup alone.brad if u read this man, i know your scared shitless and this is what i say, walk on to the open mics there in toronto and just fking go for it kid.the audience will see the same things we do even tho there arent any emotions attatched, do your thing my friend its all there go out and get it.its a strange thing in your 20s trying to find who we are and why we are here but at the same time it is an amazing period in our lives to grow and learn and become men.its kind of strange somehow i almost know what is going on in his head having taken a run at my dreams a few years back in a younger mans clothes.dont listen to the stuff in your head bradley mac just go do it and think about the consequences later my friend u were born to do this and everyone knows it.even if u dont.well i am going to stop rambling and try to get some sleep. if any of u millions of people out there know of any connections to comedy clubs or anything in the acting business in toronto canada.find bradley mac at that link i sent up there.and to you mr bradley mac i thank you for your inspiriation and your spirit in life it makes some of ours better here knowing that today there are still workin class heroes in life.you have inspired me to not only be a better person but you have taught me that shame in life is just a barrier that doesnt exist only in the eye of other people and in my mind.i wish you the best my friend and godspeed to you.i just thought id let you know that i was thinking about you the last few weeks and i am in your corner and miss ya bud......dutchie
The following is a blog from Chris's website: http://www.myspace.com/dutchie10
bradley mac
Current mood: exhausted
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
first of all i would like to start this blog off and say it is 3:40 am. i have a 3 ball games at 9 am tomorrow and im gunna be a grumpy son of a bitch getting up for 8 am to be at the field at that time....i would like to talk about one of my closest friends bradley mac....i have known this guy since i was 8 years old growing up and lost touch with him until we became grown men....i forgot bradley mac on my list of heroes on this page but to me he is one of mine.this year he decided to go chase his dream as a comedian and to get into acting on tv and up and left a very safe life here in victoria bc canada to do so. i have to say it takes more balls then i have seen from any person i have met in life to do this, i respect and admire his decision to walk away from his friends family and an easy paycheck to chase his dreams in life, as many of u know i was raised by gamblers and hustlers and seen alot of balsy shit in my day in every facet of life.now with that being said i can only speak for myself knowing that this small city is too small for a guy like bradley mac.not only his talents but his personality, i met up with brad again when he was living in vancouver bc not far from here at the worst part of my life crippled broke and forced to do things to my body to further cripple myself for a paycheck and support the female in my life at the time,not that she wasnt working but i felt it was my duty as a man to do that.brad brought some comfort into my being at my worst even tho he didnt know it.i do have to say his move in life inspires me to do the same and to this point in my life there hasnt been alot of inspiriation other than myself and people i have looked up to in competition.now when i met brad for the second time in my life he met me in vancouver i was on crutches to get around and we met at a boston pizza to hang out.we were ordering food and had one of the most stunning looking waitresses i have seen in all of life.she was gorgeous.now to be honest a guy like me asking this gurl out on a date would be a complete joke.brad with his way of drawing people into his being was sitting there joking around with me being himself but he was unaware that he drew this gurl right in the way he draws all of us into to his naturally great soul and energy.i dont know it to this day but he could have married that woman and im not sure he cared. to make a long story short(not that this is going to happen)i am here today speaking my mind about him.we have had long talks about life and where we want to go with it in depth about as far into things as i could get i reckn.our short time hanging out when we both had a chance has left an impression on me that will last a lifetime.knowing this guy so well all of us that know him knows he has the god given gift and the god given talent to succeed whether he makes it or not.this guy is staying in hostels and making sacrifices that some of us couldnt even dream of trying on a shoestring budget just to have a chance at his lifelong dream in life. to me it doesnt get any tougher than that in life or take any bigger balls to try.i have been reading his blog that he has online http://bradleymac.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-o-r-o-n-t-o.html thinking and knowing that he can do just about anything he wants in life being who he is if he decided to. if u guys want go there and check out his blogs and just read lol he is a comical genius in the making and he doesnt even know it.there are bits in there he could do as standup alone.brad if u read this man, i know your scared shitless and this is what i say, walk on to the open mics there in toronto and just fking go for it kid.the audience will see the same things we do even tho there arent any emotions attatched, do your thing my friend its all there go out and get it.its a strange thing in your 20s trying to find who we are and why we are here but at the same time it is an amazing period in our lives to grow and learn and become men.its kind of strange somehow i almost know what is going on in his head having taken a run at my dreams a few years back in a younger mans clothes.dont listen to the stuff in your head bradley mac just go do it and think about the consequences later my friend u were born to do this and everyone knows it.even if u dont.well i am going to stop rambling and try to get some sleep. if any of u millions of people out there know of any connections to comedy clubs or anything in the acting business in toronto canada.find bradley mac at that link i sent up there.and to you mr bradley mac i thank you for your inspiriation and your spirit in life it makes some of ours better here knowing that today there are still workin class heroes in life.you have inspired me to not only be a better person but you have taught me that shame in life is just a barrier that doesnt exist only in the eye of other people and in my mind.i wish you the best my friend and godspeed to you.i just thought id let you know that i was thinking about you the last few weeks and i am in your corner and miss ya bud......dutchie
Hey Kids
Hello all.
How are you? Good good.
Not a lot of action to speak of. I went to a comedy bar called 'comedy bar' earlier in the week. That is the one i wrote about earlier. I had high expectations going in and was a little disappointed with what i saw. It was a sketch comedy show that had a SNL type feel to it. They did five minute sketches, little fake commercials, and they even had a musical guest. The idea was great, but most, if not all of the sketches were a little soft in most areas. There were funny moments for sure, but there was also a few times in which I was sitting thinking "this is not working".
I am going back to watch some stand up on Tuesday. I think that will be a lot better and more up my ally. I have done the whole improv/sketch comedy thing, and I think I over did it in high school, and in Vancouver. It really just doesn't interest me anymore. Maybe since I haven't seen really good improv or sketch in a long time I have become jaded. For the most part, when i was watching the show I couldn't help but think I could do the same thing very easily. I don't want to sound like a cocky loser, but when I go and see a show, I want to be inspired and laugh and dream of doing something similar. I guess that did not happen. Oh well.
The club itself is really cool though. Maybe I just saw a bad show. It has a full bar, kitchen and plenty of seating outside the main stage area, which is in another separate room. It seems like there were a lot of people there just drinking and not watching the show, which is fine by me. There were a few famous actors and comedians that I saw. Nobody super famous, but one dude i recognized from Black Sheep with Chris Farley. Any man that has worked with Farley is a friend of mine! I will have to give this place another shot. I will also check out the Yuk Yuk's around here and try and find the best one. Wish me luck.
My sublet time is running out. Only 13 more days left in June. That means I only have 13 more days to find another place! I looked at two today, both were small and over priced. Shitty.
The lady that was showing me the places said not to rent in the area I am looking, because it's so expensive. She said rent way more west, or way up north. Fuck that. I want to live as close to the scene as I can. If I wanted a good deal on rent I would have moved to Saska-fuckin-toon. I'm here to do my job, so I gotta be close to the core. That being said I'm fucking broke as a joke and really cant afford an expensive place. Either way, if I want to live where I am now, Im going to have to rent a small shoebox of a place for 700-800 bucks. That's the deal. Take it or leave it. Fuck it.. Ill take it.
I got my acoustic guitar shipped out from BC. Oh how I missed my guitar. I will play her everyday.
How can it be 25 degrees AND raining? Fucking Ontario weather.
I plan on going to the NHL draft in Montreal next Friday. Bad news is I can't get a ticket. Now, I know most people would just say "well Brad, stop being a faggot and just watch it on TV". Well, it can be very electric watching it live. It was pretty awesome in Ottawa last year, there was a buzz in the air. You can look down at the 30 teams below, you can see all the coaches and GMs talking and calling, and when Gary Bettman walks on stage and he gets a standing two minute boo... there is nothing quite like it. I have a feeling if Ottawa was good, Montreal will be fucking amazing. It's already sold out, and there is already so much hype about the draft, i really cant turn it down. The best part is the trades, and there could be huge deals that would be announced live. That is pretty cool.
However, as I told dtuff, I really don't want to spend all the money getting out there and staying there if I can't get a ticket to the draft. So for now I am waiting. I'll keep you posted. I've decided if I do go I'll wear every Canucks clothing article I own. Most would say, why Vancouver when my number #1 is the Leafs? Simple. If I show up to the Bell Centre wearing a Leafs jersey I'll be shot on sight. Fuckin habs fans. Fuck em.
Ok, enough of that. Sorry for swearing!
More to come, stay tuned.
How are you? Good good.
Not a lot of action to speak of. I went to a comedy bar called 'comedy bar' earlier in the week. That is the one i wrote about earlier. I had high expectations going in and was a little disappointed with what i saw. It was a sketch comedy show that had a SNL type feel to it. They did five minute sketches, little fake commercials, and they even had a musical guest. The idea was great, but most, if not all of the sketches were a little soft in most areas. There were funny moments for sure, but there was also a few times in which I was sitting thinking "this is not working".
I am going back to watch some stand up on Tuesday. I think that will be a lot better and more up my ally. I have done the whole improv/sketch comedy thing, and I think I over did it in high school, and in Vancouver. It really just doesn't interest me anymore. Maybe since I haven't seen really good improv or sketch in a long time I have become jaded. For the most part, when i was watching the show I couldn't help but think I could do the same thing very easily. I don't want to sound like a cocky loser, but when I go and see a show, I want to be inspired and laugh and dream of doing something similar. I guess that did not happen. Oh well.
The club itself is really cool though. Maybe I just saw a bad show. It has a full bar, kitchen and plenty of seating outside the main stage area, which is in another separate room. It seems like there were a lot of people there just drinking and not watching the show, which is fine by me. There were a few famous actors and comedians that I saw. Nobody super famous, but one dude i recognized from Black Sheep with Chris Farley. Any man that has worked with Farley is a friend of mine! I will have to give this place another shot. I will also check out the Yuk Yuk's around here and try and find the best one. Wish me luck.
My sublet time is running out. Only 13 more days left in June. That means I only have 13 more days to find another place! I looked at two today, both were small and over priced. Shitty.
The lady that was showing me the places said not to rent in the area I am looking, because it's so expensive. She said rent way more west, or way up north. Fuck that. I want to live as close to the scene as I can. If I wanted a good deal on rent I would have moved to Saska-fuckin-toon. I'm here to do my job, so I gotta be close to the core. That being said I'm fucking broke as a joke and really cant afford an expensive place. Either way, if I want to live where I am now, Im going to have to rent a small shoebox of a place for 700-800 bucks. That's the deal. Take it or leave it. Fuck it.. Ill take it.
I got my acoustic guitar shipped out from BC. Oh how I missed my guitar. I will play her everyday.
How can it be 25 degrees AND raining? Fucking Ontario weather.
I plan on going to the NHL draft in Montreal next Friday. Bad news is I can't get a ticket. Now, I know most people would just say "well Brad, stop being a faggot and just watch it on TV". Well, it can be very electric watching it live. It was pretty awesome in Ottawa last year, there was a buzz in the air. You can look down at the 30 teams below, you can see all the coaches and GMs talking and calling, and when Gary Bettman walks on stage and he gets a standing two minute boo... there is nothing quite like it. I have a feeling if Ottawa was good, Montreal will be fucking amazing. It's already sold out, and there is already so much hype about the draft, i really cant turn it down. The best part is the trades, and there could be huge deals that would be announced live. That is pretty cool.
However, as I told dtuff, I really don't want to spend all the money getting out there and staying there if I can't get a ticket to the draft. So for now I am waiting. I'll keep you posted. I've decided if I do go I'll wear every Canucks clothing article I own. Most would say, why Vancouver when my number #1 is the Leafs? Simple. If I show up to the Bell Centre wearing a Leafs jersey I'll be shot on sight. Fuckin habs fans. Fuck em.
Ok, enough of that. Sorry for swearing!
More to come, stay tuned.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Happy B-Days
Hey, I just wanted to give a shout out to Steve Thorn and my sister Kelsey MacDougall. Happy Birthdays, I love you both very much and I wish I was there to celebrate with you both. (Ill see you Monday Kelsey!!)
another ramble
I wrote this today as a comedy bit, but i thought i'd share it with my friends.
And now.. an honest word from an honest man
So there is this dude that hangs out at the 7-11 right beside my apartment building. By hang out i mean beg for change, not playing hacky sack or some shit. Now, this dude is not your ordinary hobo. He does not have a beard, he does not look dirty, but he does have a savage case of bed head. Maybe he should try a hat. Now, he's not a bum, but by no means is he Brad fuckin' Pitt. He's fucked up. He's got a nervous twitch thing going on, he dresses like dirty k-mart, and he looks like he sleeps in a box. Is it still bed head if you don't sleep in a bed? chew on that for a while.
I go to the 7-11 pretty often, (milk, eggs, condoms etc) so I see the dude almost everyday, and everyday i walk up to the store, he's outside asking for spare change.
Spare change? Spare change? He asks in higher then normal girl friend voice.
First of all, living in Vancouver for five years taught me how to handle the begging for money situation.
No.
Secondly, I noticed that every time someone does give him money he goes DIRECTLY into 7-11 and buys something with it. I'd be in the store hitting on a chick (bluff), and the next thing I'd see is dirty K-mart walk in the door and buy a mini pack of brownies and a sour key. Fuck that. I ain't giving this dude my money just so he can go spend it on slurpees and munchies. That's what I'M spending MY money on mother fucker.
So, I was in the store again today (more condoms) and sure as shit Twitchy comes in with a new score on him. He gets a small bag of Doritos 'Scream Cheese' flavor, which frankly, just scares the shit out of me, and he also gets a one dollar crossword scratch and win. That mother fucker is going in with the money, and gambling? He's on a free roll? Is his big plan to win the 10k jackpot and retire a champ?
Now that's awesome don't get me wrong, but I will never give him my dollar, because i'll think of that dollar as a scratch and win, and then i'll think, fuck him, I want a scratch and win.
So the battle continues.
I'll keep you posted.
And now.. an honest word from an honest man
So there is this dude that hangs out at the 7-11 right beside my apartment building. By hang out i mean beg for change, not playing hacky sack or some shit. Now, this dude is not your ordinary hobo. He does not have a beard, he does not look dirty, but he does have a savage case of bed head. Maybe he should try a hat. Now, he's not a bum, but by no means is he Brad fuckin' Pitt. He's fucked up. He's got a nervous twitch thing going on, he dresses like dirty k-mart, and he looks like he sleeps in a box. Is it still bed head if you don't sleep in a bed? chew on that for a while.
I go to the 7-11 pretty often, (milk, eggs, condoms etc) so I see the dude almost everyday, and everyday i walk up to the store, he's outside asking for spare change.
Spare change? Spare change? He asks in higher then normal girl friend voice.
First of all, living in Vancouver for five years taught me how to handle the begging for money situation.
No.
Secondly, I noticed that every time someone does give him money he goes DIRECTLY into 7-11 and buys something with it. I'd be in the store hitting on a chick (bluff), and the next thing I'd see is dirty K-mart walk in the door and buy a mini pack of brownies and a sour key. Fuck that. I ain't giving this dude my money just so he can go spend it on slurpees and munchies. That's what I'M spending MY money on mother fucker.
So, I was in the store again today (more condoms) and sure as shit Twitchy comes in with a new score on him. He gets a small bag of Doritos 'Scream Cheese' flavor, which frankly, just scares the shit out of me, and he also gets a one dollar crossword scratch and win. That mother fucker is going in with the money, and gambling? He's on a free roll? Is his big plan to win the 10k jackpot and retire a champ?
Now that's awesome don't get me wrong, but I will never give him my dollar, because i'll think of that dollar as a scratch and win, and then i'll think, fuck him, I want a scratch and win.
So the battle continues.
I'll keep you posted.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Too fat to fish
I have been obsessed with Artie Lange. Google him if you want to read some fucked up shit with drugs and gambling. Anyways, he's a really funny guy (Mad TV, Dirty Work, Beer League) I read his book (Thanks Conway) and I loved it. This is a little bit that I loved and wanted to share. Its kinda long, but you'll get the idea of how he writes. The following is from the book Too Fat To Fish.
I booked a small part in Jerry Maguire and shot a scene with Tom Cruise and Kelly Preston, both of whom were total douchebags. It was the scene in which their two characters break up and she punches him in the face. It's at the NFL Draft, and I play an annoying radio guy who interrupts this moment they're having and says "Hey, Jerry, good to see you! Tom Jackson from WHDZ here. Are you going to the Big Tequila volleyball tournament later? It's gonna be great!" Then Tom Cruise gives me a fuck-off look, I pause, realize that I am being an asshole, and kind of creep away. It was funny, awkward, jokey moment in that scene that didn't make it.
It probably would have been a forgettable moment, but what I'll never forget is how fucking insanely rude Tom Cruise and Kelly Preston were. This is before he started couch jumping, but let me tell you, that guy Cruise was already nuttier than a fruitcake. He had this thing about getting his energy to the perfect place before he did a scene, and he would ramp up by jumping rope. He had some guy, who was on the payroll for the film, standing there holding his jump rope off set. Cruise would jump rope with that insane grin of his face until he was ready, then he'd signal to Cameron Crowe, toss his rope, step in the scene, Crowe would yell "Action," and Cruise would go right into it. It was incredibly distracting--and I only had two fucking lines to say to the guy! While I was standing there watching this nonsense, I kept wondering what the fuck he did to ramp up for a love scene.
Anyway, we did the scene maybe twenty times, and even though I was standing literally five feet from those two, once Cameron Crowe stopped the scene and the production guys went about moving the cameras and stuff, which would take anywhere from two to twenty minutes, neither of those fuckers would acknowledge my existence. No eye contact, nothing. I tried to make small talk, and Kelly Preston acted like she didn't hear me. And it's not like either of them was playing some difficult character where they couldn't break their focus. Please, they were reciting lines, that was it. Neither one is Laurence Olivier. I did almost punch Tom Cruise, which I probably should have-- it might have knocked some sense into that lunatic. I've always shown respect for my writers and their hard work by making sure that when I perform anything, I do the script as written. Particularly in a big-budget movie directed by a guy as cool as Cameron Crowe, I made damn sure that I had my lines memorized correctly. Now, Cruise is the kind if guy who likes to change the dialogue that morning in the makeup chair with no regard for anyone, from the director to the screenwriter to anybody else in the world, who on average are probably a lot smarter than he is. So Cruise had changed what he was going to say and how he was going to play the scene and no one had informed me. Whatever I was doing by sticking to the script was severely going against his pacing, and judging by the whole jumping-rope bullshit, pacing was a big deal to that nutjob. We did a few takes and on each one he seemed to be getting more and more steamed, but he wouldn't look me in the eye or talk to me between takes to tell me what the problem was. He'd only talk to Cameron and say things like: "Cameron, that take was off, the timing is wrong."
Finally, he just exploded. He looked at me and screamed, "Can you come in quicker, please?!" Everyone got real quiet and looked at me in disgust.
Cameron called for a break and pulled me aside.
"Listen, man, it's not you," he said. "You're doing it exactly as written. Let me go talk to him. He changed his part, so doing it according to the script is throwing him off. You're doing a great job. Just come in quicker, and it'll all be okay."
"Of course, no problem," I said. "I wish I'd known. I'm so sorry I upset him." Not too sorry to punch his fucking dumb grin into the back of his head, however.
Once Cameron got Tom back on set, we did the scene according to Tom's invisible pacing mater and that was it, I was done.
What a legendary moment in my acting career. To Cruise's credit, at the end of the take he yelled, "Thank you!" at me.
Kelly Preston wasn't any better. She chit-chatted with Tom between takes, but I might as well have been a tree with a pile of dogshit at the base of it. Her elitist attitude extended to every facet of her existence, by the way, which I'd found out the day before. I'd make friends with one of the P.A.'s, and we were playing catch outside the location. As anyone who has ever had anything to do with the production of a feature film can tell you, there is a hell of a lot of downtime. So me and this guy were tossing a baseball when this little dark-haired kid, probably about four years old, came running toward me, so I rolled the ball to him. He picked it up and was kind of staring at it and looking at us, when out of nowhere, like some kind of Aryan superhero, this insanely hot, tall blonde ran over.
"Vat are you doing?" she snapped at me. "You could have keelled him!"
"What are you talking about?" I said. "We just rolled the ball over to him. What's your problem?"
"You threw it at him!" As she was saying all of this she pulled the ball out of the kid's hand, tossed it on the ground like it was a stick of dynamite, and pick him up really fast. The kid got scared, more from her roughhousing than anything we did, and started to cry.
"See what you've done!" she said.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said.
"We're really sorry ma'am," my friend said. "It won't happen again." He gave me a look that said, Shut up, now.
"It had better not. No one is to speak to or touch Jett." Then she turned and stormed off with the now bawling kid in her arms.
"Jett?" I said, laughing. "Who the fuck names a kid Jett?"
"John Travolta and Kelly Preston do, man," my friend said.
Apparently all of the P.A.'s had been given very strict instructions on how to interact with Jett, Kelly, and when he came to the set, John. Let me tell you, playing ball with any of them was definitely not on the rider. Treating them like outer-space royalty apparently was.
"You don't understand, man, this is really, really bad," the guy told me. "We are under strict orders not to talk to them, look at them, hand them anything. And their kid is so off-limits you have no idea. We'll be lucky if we last the day here." Turns out we were lucky.
...
I booked a small part in Jerry Maguire and shot a scene with Tom Cruise and Kelly Preston, both of whom were total douchebags. It was the scene in which their two characters break up and she punches him in the face. It's at the NFL Draft, and I play an annoying radio guy who interrupts this moment they're having and says "Hey, Jerry, good to see you! Tom Jackson from WHDZ here. Are you going to the Big Tequila volleyball tournament later? It's gonna be great!" Then Tom Cruise gives me a fuck-off look, I pause, realize that I am being an asshole, and kind of creep away. It was funny, awkward, jokey moment in that scene that didn't make it.
It probably would have been a forgettable moment, but what I'll never forget is how fucking insanely rude Tom Cruise and Kelly Preston were. This is before he started couch jumping, but let me tell you, that guy Cruise was already nuttier than a fruitcake. He had this thing about getting his energy to the perfect place before he did a scene, and he would ramp up by jumping rope. He had some guy, who was on the payroll for the film, standing there holding his jump rope off set. Cruise would jump rope with that insane grin of his face until he was ready, then he'd signal to Cameron Crowe, toss his rope, step in the scene, Crowe would yell "Action," and Cruise would go right into it. It was incredibly distracting--and I only had two fucking lines to say to the guy! While I was standing there watching this nonsense, I kept wondering what the fuck he did to ramp up for a love scene.
Anyway, we did the scene maybe twenty times, and even though I was standing literally five feet from those two, once Cameron Crowe stopped the scene and the production guys went about moving the cameras and stuff, which would take anywhere from two to twenty minutes, neither of those fuckers would acknowledge my existence. No eye contact, nothing. I tried to make small talk, and Kelly Preston acted like she didn't hear me. And it's not like either of them was playing some difficult character where they couldn't break their focus. Please, they were reciting lines, that was it. Neither one is Laurence Olivier. I did almost punch Tom Cruise, which I probably should have-- it might have knocked some sense into that lunatic. I've always shown respect for my writers and their hard work by making sure that when I perform anything, I do the script as written. Particularly in a big-budget movie directed by a guy as cool as Cameron Crowe, I made damn sure that I had my lines memorized correctly. Now, Cruise is the kind if guy who likes to change the dialogue that morning in the makeup chair with no regard for anyone, from the director to the screenwriter to anybody else in the world, who on average are probably a lot smarter than he is. So Cruise had changed what he was going to say and how he was going to play the scene and no one had informed me. Whatever I was doing by sticking to the script was severely going against his pacing, and judging by the whole jumping-rope bullshit, pacing was a big deal to that nutjob. We did a few takes and on each one he seemed to be getting more and more steamed, but he wouldn't look me in the eye or talk to me between takes to tell me what the problem was. He'd only talk to Cameron and say things like: "Cameron, that take was off, the timing is wrong."
Finally, he just exploded. He looked at me and screamed, "Can you come in quicker, please?!" Everyone got real quiet and looked at me in disgust.
Cameron called for a break and pulled me aside.
"Listen, man, it's not you," he said. "You're doing it exactly as written. Let me go talk to him. He changed his part, so doing it according to the script is throwing him off. You're doing a great job. Just come in quicker, and it'll all be okay."
"Of course, no problem," I said. "I wish I'd known. I'm so sorry I upset him." Not too sorry to punch his fucking dumb grin into the back of his head, however.
Once Cameron got Tom back on set, we did the scene according to Tom's invisible pacing mater and that was it, I was done.
What a legendary moment in my acting career. To Cruise's credit, at the end of the take he yelled, "Thank you!" at me.
Kelly Preston wasn't any better. She chit-chatted with Tom between takes, but I might as well have been a tree with a pile of dogshit at the base of it. Her elitist attitude extended to every facet of her existence, by the way, which I'd found out the day before. I'd make friends with one of the P.A.'s, and we were playing catch outside the location. As anyone who has ever had anything to do with the production of a feature film can tell you, there is a hell of a lot of downtime. So me and this guy were tossing a baseball when this little dark-haired kid, probably about four years old, came running toward me, so I rolled the ball to him. He picked it up and was kind of staring at it and looking at us, when out of nowhere, like some kind of Aryan superhero, this insanely hot, tall blonde ran over.
"Vat are you doing?" she snapped at me. "You could have keelled him!"
"What are you talking about?" I said. "We just rolled the ball over to him. What's your problem?"
"You threw it at him!" As she was saying all of this she pulled the ball out of the kid's hand, tossed it on the ground like it was a stick of dynamite, and pick him up really fast. The kid got scared, more from her roughhousing than anything we did, and started to cry.
"See what you've done!" she said.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said.
"We're really sorry ma'am," my friend said. "It won't happen again." He gave me a look that said, Shut up, now.
"It had better not. No one is to speak to or touch Jett." Then she turned and stormed off with the now bawling kid in her arms.
"Jett?" I said, laughing. "Who the fuck names a kid Jett?"
"John Travolta and Kelly Preston do, man," my friend said.
Apparently all of the P.A.'s had been given very strict instructions on how to interact with Jett, Kelly, and when he came to the set, John. Let me tell you, playing ball with any of them was definitely not on the rider. Treating them like outer-space royalty apparently was.
"You don't understand, man, this is really, really bad," the guy told me. "We are under strict orders not to talk to them, look at them, hand them anything. And their kid is so off-limits you have no idea. We'll be lucky if we last the day here." Turns out we were lucky.
...
NBA Jam (He's on fire!!)
Yo!
It is a beautiful day today in the GTA (Great Toronto Area for you west coast fags) Sunny and warm. Coolio.
So since I last left you two weeks or so ago I was still in search of a place to live.
That has not changed much. I am subletting this place for the month, but after that I'm on my own again. I have met a few really nice and cool people that are also looking at getting a place. Grant Waters (aka G-balls) has a friend RJ that is looking. So we may look at a two bedroom. I haven't heard from him in a while, so for now I am still looking at a one bedroom/bachelor.
I am getting used to the big city. The transit system is pretty fucking good here. You can get anywhere on public transit in the downtown core. Its great. So the more and more i get to know the area, the more and more places i can see myself living. At first i wanted to live right downtown, which as I found out is very expensive. So now that I know the area a little better I can look at some more places. One cool thing about the GTA is that every five or six blocks there is a new 'section' or 'district'. I'll give you an example. I am living in the heart of the " fashion district". I know what your thinking. Perfect fit. My stylish clothes and cool hair cut make me blend right in. NOT. I was riding the elevator, (I'm on the 6th floor) it was me and three other people. Like any classic elevator ride, nobody said shit. I looked at the dude next to me, he was dressed up so fancy. His shoes must have cost more then my computer. He was all professional looking with an ironed shirt and shit. Fuck him. The two chicks in the elevator were wearing nice dresses, (not slutty like i was hoping) They had fancy make up and crazy shoes and hair. Then there was me. A fat sweaty dude wearing a red beacon IPA beer T-shirt and wilson sweat pants. Classy dude I am.
Anyway, back to the point. There are cool little communities everywhere. Little Italy, the Annex, little Portugal, the entertainment district. You get the point. Its pretty cool and keeps everyone guessing whats coming next. I'm looking to see if they have a "don't have a job in the world district". So far i haven't found it.
I went to Canada's Wonderland the other day. It's a huge theme park with 15 roller coasters and all the games you can handle. It was pretty intense. I hate rides but i ended up going on almost all of them. There is a video my friend Lindsay posted on facebook of all of us on the biggest coaster they had. I went on it four times. Pretty awesome.
I went to check out Grants band 'In plain view'. He plays the drums does back up vocals and his buddy plays guitar and sings. They are fuckin' awesome, super chill. They have only played two shows now, but you can tell they have a good thing going. Grants brother, Morgan, also came out to watch. For those who don't know Morgan, he is a very funny and successful dude here in Toronto. He has been on two shows on CBC, including 'The Morgan Waters show' (clever name) and wrote and starred in a show called Cock'd Gunns on Showcase. If that's not enough, he's in a band called Sweet thing (or something very close to that). They got signed not to long ago and he's going to LA to record his first album. Needless to say, the guy is awesome and had some pretty cool advise for me. I'll break it down as follows.
The best thing I can do for my comedy is just start doing it. Start going to comedy clubs, check them out and find one that I really like. He said that there are two types of comedy scenes in Toronto, the mainstream (Yuk Yuks and such) and the underground. The underground is more experimental and raw, which is right up my ally. He said to just go and hang out. I don't have to go up right away, but go and figure out what works and what doesn't. There are lots of amateur nights and all I'd need is a five minute bit (The story of Doc and I anyone?). His friend opened up a new club here, and he says its been awesome. His buddy is the fat dude in the casino commercial who is giving himself a tattoo in the mirror "Umm... Its back words".. "No it isn't..." that dude. He went to a comedy school out here that is a two year program. Again, Morgan said that I could learn more just going out and doing it rather then paying for school. It really made a lot of sense to me. It really hit home. Sure I can go to school and pay lots of money, but the skills that I need are ones that really can't be taught. In my opinion, you can't teach comedic timing. That shit comes from within. A full time program to me would be a waste of time I think. I know what I want to do, and I just have to do it. This is the way I see it. Some virgin is out there, wanting to get laid. He signs up for a one year program for $5500 bucks. They teach how to pick up ladies, how to talk to them, all the shit he's going to need. But when that program is over, he's still going to be a virgin and he's still going to have to go out and get laid! Am I right? If the dude spent all that time and money trying to fucking chicks, he'd be a player. Maybe its not the best analogy but it makes sense. The thing that I am scared of the most (not sex... doing stand-up... ok sex too) is all I have to focus on.
Now that being said, I am still going to go to Second City. Its really cool because its part time, and it will give me some tools that I can use. The big thing I want help on is writing jokes. If I can master that, I have an endless supply of material. That would be fucking awesome.
But Morgan is right. I just have to do it. You can take all the school you want, but real life experience is way better and way cheaper (ask the virgin)
I am going to the Comedy club that Morgan suggested on Sunday. I'm already nervous even tho I'm not preforming. I feel its one more step I am taking in the right direction. As Dr. Leo Marvin said... Baby steps Bob... Baby steps.
Peace.
It is a beautiful day today in the GTA (Great Toronto Area for you west coast fags) Sunny and warm. Coolio.
So since I last left you two weeks or so ago I was still in search of a place to live.
That has not changed much. I am subletting this place for the month, but after that I'm on my own again. I have met a few really nice and cool people that are also looking at getting a place. Grant Waters (aka G-balls) has a friend RJ that is looking. So we may look at a two bedroom. I haven't heard from him in a while, so for now I am still looking at a one bedroom/bachelor.
I am getting used to the big city. The transit system is pretty fucking good here. You can get anywhere on public transit in the downtown core. Its great. So the more and more i get to know the area, the more and more places i can see myself living. At first i wanted to live right downtown, which as I found out is very expensive. So now that I know the area a little better I can look at some more places. One cool thing about the GTA is that every five or six blocks there is a new 'section' or 'district'. I'll give you an example. I am living in the heart of the " fashion district". I know what your thinking. Perfect fit. My stylish clothes and cool hair cut make me blend right in. NOT. I was riding the elevator, (I'm on the 6th floor) it was me and three other people. Like any classic elevator ride, nobody said shit. I looked at the dude next to me, he was dressed up so fancy. His shoes must have cost more then my computer. He was all professional looking with an ironed shirt and shit. Fuck him. The two chicks in the elevator were wearing nice dresses, (not slutty like i was hoping) They had fancy make up and crazy shoes and hair. Then there was me. A fat sweaty dude wearing a red beacon IPA beer T-shirt and wilson sweat pants. Classy dude I am.
Anyway, back to the point. There are cool little communities everywhere. Little Italy, the Annex, little Portugal, the entertainment district. You get the point. Its pretty cool and keeps everyone guessing whats coming next. I'm looking to see if they have a "don't have a job in the world district". So far i haven't found it.
I went to Canada's Wonderland the other day. It's a huge theme park with 15 roller coasters and all the games you can handle. It was pretty intense. I hate rides but i ended up going on almost all of them. There is a video my friend Lindsay posted on facebook of all of us on the biggest coaster they had. I went on it four times. Pretty awesome.
I went to check out Grants band 'In plain view'. He plays the drums does back up vocals and his buddy plays guitar and sings. They are fuckin' awesome, super chill. They have only played two shows now, but you can tell they have a good thing going. Grants brother, Morgan, also came out to watch. For those who don't know Morgan, he is a very funny and successful dude here in Toronto. He has been on two shows on CBC, including 'The Morgan Waters show' (clever name) and wrote and starred in a show called Cock'd Gunns on Showcase. If that's not enough, he's in a band called Sweet thing (or something very close to that). They got signed not to long ago and he's going to LA to record his first album. Needless to say, the guy is awesome and had some pretty cool advise for me. I'll break it down as follows.
The best thing I can do for my comedy is just start doing it. Start going to comedy clubs, check them out and find one that I really like. He said that there are two types of comedy scenes in Toronto, the mainstream (Yuk Yuks and such) and the underground. The underground is more experimental and raw, which is right up my ally. He said to just go and hang out. I don't have to go up right away, but go and figure out what works and what doesn't. There are lots of amateur nights and all I'd need is a five minute bit (The story of Doc and I anyone?). His friend opened up a new club here, and he says its been awesome. His buddy is the fat dude in the casino commercial who is giving himself a tattoo in the mirror "Umm... Its back words".. "No it isn't..." that dude. He went to a comedy school out here that is a two year program. Again, Morgan said that I could learn more just going out and doing it rather then paying for school. It really made a lot of sense to me. It really hit home. Sure I can go to school and pay lots of money, but the skills that I need are ones that really can't be taught. In my opinion, you can't teach comedic timing. That shit comes from within. A full time program to me would be a waste of time I think. I know what I want to do, and I just have to do it. This is the way I see it. Some virgin is out there, wanting to get laid. He signs up for a one year program for $5500 bucks. They teach how to pick up ladies, how to talk to them, all the shit he's going to need. But when that program is over, he's still going to be a virgin and he's still going to have to go out and get laid! Am I right? If the dude spent all that time and money trying to fucking chicks, he'd be a player. Maybe its not the best analogy but it makes sense. The thing that I am scared of the most (not sex... doing stand-up... ok sex too) is all I have to focus on.
Now that being said, I am still going to go to Second City. Its really cool because its part time, and it will give me some tools that I can use. The big thing I want help on is writing jokes. If I can master that, I have an endless supply of material. That would be fucking awesome.
But Morgan is right. I just have to do it. You can take all the school you want, but real life experience is way better and way cheaper (ask the virgin)
I am going to the Comedy club that Morgan suggested on Sunday. I'm already nervous even tho I'm not preforming. I feel its one more step I am taking in the right direction. As Dr. Leo Marvin said... Baby steps Bob... Baby steps.
Peace.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Oh Boy
Hey guys.
I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I have been living in an apartment with no Internet or TV. Good news is that I just got the net hooked up!! SWEET!
I hope to continue a regular blog now.
Things have been good here. I am subletting this place for the month of June. I did have a place lined up for July but the landlord is a cock smoker so that didn't pan out.
I've really been doing nothing the last seven days. I have watched a lot of movies and hung out with my friends here. (yes i have friends!)
I have watched the following movies in the past week. (in no order)
Waynes world 1 and 2.
Beer league
Knocked up
Mean street
Fast times at ridgemont high
Casino
Eddie murphy raw
Old school
The island
The bone collector
Lord of the rings
Rounders (twice)
Garden state
Dogma
Con Air
I think there are a few more but i cannot remember.
I've also watched lots of Family guy and South park.
So needless to say i ve been very bored. No Internet plus no cable = LOTS OF MOVIES.
Ok, I hope everyone is doing well. Let me know how you are by leaving a comment on a blog. I love reading them.
I will write a real blog either later tonight or tomorrow.
Its good to be back.
:)
I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I have been living in an apartment with no Internet or TV. Good news is that I just got the net hooked up!! SWEET!
I hope to continue a regular blog now.
Things have been good here. I am subletting this place for the month of June. I did have a place lined up for July but the landlord is a cock smoker so that didn't pan out.
I've really been doing nothing the last seven days. I have watched a lot of movies and hung out with my friends here. (yes i have friends!)
I have watched the following movies in the past week. (in no order)
Waynes world 1 and 2.
Beer league
Knocked up
Mean street
Fast times at ridgemont high
Casino
Eddie murphy raw
Old school
The island
The bone collector
Lord of the rings
Rounders (twice)
Garden state
Dogma
Con Air
I think there are a few more but i cannot remember.
I've also watched lots of Family guy and South park.
So needless to say i ve been very bored. No Internet plus no cable = LOTS OF MOVIES.
Ok, I hope everyone is doing well. Let me know how you are by leaving a comment on a blog. I love reading them.
I will write a real blog either later tonight or tomorrow.
Its good to be back.
:)
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