They say that good things come in threes.
I’m not sure I believe that. They say that good things come to those who wait, too. And I know a lot of really bitter old people who constantly bitch about when the hell they’re supposed to cash in, already. “They” tend to talk out of their asses, so far as I can tell.
So take the next couple of paragraphs with a grain of salt, if you like. But I have three — yes, three — bits of news I’d like to share. Two of them involve a chance for audience participation, even — assuming you’re in the Boston area. Or you’re planning on traveling this way. Or you have gobs of disposable income and can be swayed easily into making an impromptu trip to the northeast.
“If it’s that easy to get money out of you, I might decide to change what I’m wishing for.”
(But if it’s the last one, let me know. If it’s that easy to get money out of you, I might decide to change what I’m wishing for.)
Anyway, the newses:
First, an extension of the fun I’ve had over the last few months as a contributor to the Mug of Woe collection. Thanks to the tireless efforts of editors Jenn and Kyle, we’re having a reading of selected stories at Books on the Square in Providence, RI. The fun starts at 7pm this Friday, November 4th, and is likely — predestined? — to spill out into nearby restaurants, bars, backyards, parking lots and/or gutters. So there’s that.
If listening to people read isn’t your bag, then perhaps you’d prefer to watch people — in this case, nearly precisely the same set of people — act in a short film. Because you’re all ‘visual’ or artsy or something. Fine. Then mosey yourself down to the Charles Playhouse in Boston on Saturday, November 11th to see the latest short from Capricorn Pictures entitled “Viral Video” — one of twelve shorts selected for screening at this year’s prestigious Boston Comedy Festival. It features hi-larious local people on both sides of the camera; including filmmakers Jenn Dlugos and Andrea Henry, WMFO’s Kris Earle, Steve Albert, Winston Kidd, and Josh Gondelman‘s chest hairs.
Find yourself some tickets, or have a peek — which is to say, another peek, since you obviously watched this the first time I mentioned it — at the trailer for a whiff of what’s on tap. Should be a hoot.
And, since I’m here and need a third thing, I’ll mention that I’m currently competing in NYC Midnight‘s 4th Annual Short Screenplay Challenge. It’s new territory for me in a lot of ways, but also a really good time. I spent most of the weekend cramming ‘sci-fi’, a ‘food court’ and ‘chewing tobacco’ into some semblance of a story — and I get at least one more round in early December before they decide to boot me to the curb. If I can angle one of the assignments in a comedic direction, maybe it’ll end up over here.
And if not, then it won’t. I’m disturbing you people enough already without that.
So. With this grand flurry of activity, you might think I was turning a corner somehow. Staying on the ball and focused. Really starting to put things together.
Yeah. You might think that. Sure.
You might even picture me at the office today — as I was — feeling a bit the same way. Confident. Competent. Coool.
Then I took a mid-afternoon potty break, and realized that I’d been wearing my underpants inside-out all day. Must’ve futzed them up this morning. Didn’t notice for six hours. And then, didn’t bother to fix them. Still wearing them now, out side in. Boy, howdy.
So yeah — the writing and readings and screenings and stuff are cool. But evidently I’m still the same simple, genuine down-to-earth guy… who’s capable of wearing horked-up BVDs all day without noticing. I’m pretty sure that’s what they call “perspective”.
Just please tell me it doesn’t come in threes.