(You like the sun? Of course you like the sun! Who doesn’t like the sun?
That’s a sun thing. For real. Go check it out, sunshine.)
I had plans for posting here this week. I did.
First, I was going to show off a bunch of pictures I’ve made. Really silly, jagged-edged, no-excuse-for pictures — mostly to support the ridiculous words I’ve written over at SS in the past six months.
(And to prove that I have the Photoshop skillz of a one-armed colorblind hyena.)
But I didn’t have time to get it together. Maybe next week. Or, I don’t know, October. Something.
Then, I thought I’d share a video of a sketch show I was in down in New York City.
“That’s geekery with a ‘y’, Rusty!”
(“NEW YORK CITY?!”)
(Sorry. The Good Eats geekery is strong in this one.)
(That’s geekery with a ‘y’, Rusty!
All right. I’ll stop.)
Anyway. We performed a couple of weeks ago at the Magnet Theater in Manhattan. And it was a fantastically enjoyable, hilarious, fantastic show.
At least, if you were in it. And a little drunk. From the audience, who knows?
But I got a copy of the tape, and was going to plop it down here — no muss, little effort — but then the format is a little weird. And it’s the whole show, and I thought I’d snip it down to our bits. And the file is fourteen kajiggabytes or something, so it takes forever to download, and I didn’t have time to do that, either. So no video this time. Maybe next week.
Or November. It’s a technical thing. Computers are involved. You know how it goes.
It’s a show — all written this week about current events. It’s called “Current Eventuals” — because when you’re writing sketches every waking hour for a week, you don’t leave time for clever show titles. And it should be a lot of fun, and entertaining to boot.
If you’re going to be in it. And a little drunk. Which we are.
The other bit of news is that I’m now writing a couple of pieces a week for Apartments.com on their “Renters Resources” site. In my articles, I’m pointing out fun and interesting things to do around the Boston area.
Which mostly entails describing the places where you might find me sitting on a bar stool. Or falling off one. Depends on whether there’s a comedy show that night.
So that’s sort of it. Not a lot in the way of story-telling or ridiculous goofery this time. But now you’re up to date. And you have a good idea which shows — and bars — to find me in. (Or to avoid, if that’s how you choose to play it.)
Meanwhile, I’ll work on getting myself together and getting something substantial here to make up for the lull. Should be in the next couple of days. Or next week.
Or December. These things take time. And I’ve got a lot of bars to get through. Research is hard.Permalink | No Comments