Too busy to feel pain.

I can explain...

For the past few weeks I have been faced with several forms of writers block.

Type 1: So little going on that I can’t bring myself to document it.

Type 2: So much going on that finding time to document it is a moot point

Currently, I am somewhere between the two which happens to be the perfect time to engage in the three “Rs”: recollection, reflection and recrimination. Where to begin?
I suppose we can go all the way back to Devin’s visit and the coinciding whirlwind Chicago theater tour.



Wednesday, October 18
2000 Improv Olympic: Sketch comedy upstairs – “Sketchy.”
2300 TJ and Dave Downstairs – “This guys can ‘rip it up.’”

Thursday, October 19
1900 Plastecine Theater: One False Note or How to Rob a Bank – “Excellent, entertaining and educational.”
2230 Annoyance Theater: Messing With Friends – “Annoyance Theater: Not just a clever name.”

Saturday, October 21
1930 House Theater: Hatfield and McCoy – “This one deserves and Oscar, but the kind for plays.”

Sunday, October 22
2200 Improv Olympic: Rag Dolls, Deathstorm, Super Fun Time – “I laughed my hair off, got a toupee, laughed that off too.”

Monday, October 23
1330 The Art Institute of Chicago - “Pure comedy!”

Damn, I am tired just from remembering all those awesome times!
The day after Devin leaves, Sean arrives to take his place and we put on the most amazing performance of all… Myth: Soulblighter. If Sean knows what’s good for him, he’ll do a little more “rehearsing” before our next “performance.”

Wrong! It's a Pegasus.

Check out the sweet new t-top i found today.
Take back everything i ever said about Target's women's department.
Also, turns out i wear a XXL.

the Fortress of Smoothitude

January 30th, 2006. 0942.
It all started with Yacht Rock.
An old friend, Le Nick (aka Naked Barko), delivered an important coded message on a über secret visit. His communiqué guided me to Channel 101 and suggested that I explore the works of one JD Ryznar which inevitably led me to the smoothest show ever produced for the World Wide Interweb: Yacht Rock. 10 episodes and a cancellation later, the show now resides here.
After cobbling together an unauthorized digital soundtrack and plumbing the vinyl depths of Portland's smoothest thrift stores I reached a certain plateau of easy listening that, in fact, gave me an inner understanding and clarity transcending that of any "psychoanalysis" or "X-ray vision."
Months later, after crossing half the continent and settling into the rhythms of a new city, I got wind of a chance encounter with the creators of the afore mentioned program. Could this be my opportunity to win their confidence and coerce them into sharing with me the secrets of their fraternal order of smoothness? Sadly… no. But I did sing “Glory of Love” in a “smooth karaoke” contest, earn an autographed picture of the dudes and see a directors cut of episode two. Plus, the four gentleman were kind enough to record short messages to some of my “comrades in smoothness” back in Portland. You can see these tributes here, but you should watch the show first or they will be meaningless.
Here I am with the boys of Yacht Rock, Michael McDonald (JD Ryznar), Koko Goldstein (David B Lyons) Kenny Loggins (Hunter Stair) and Hollywood Steve (Steve Huey) during a screening and karaoke contest held at the DarkRoom in Chicago.

Ladies and gentlmen, keep the fire.

Gimme an "S" gimmie an "N" gimmie an "O" Gimme a "W!"

Gabcast! Adventure Awaits! #3

Gabcast! Adventure Awaits! #2

Friends...
There we were: Weiners [sic] Circle, 3 am. With merely a thin layer of wire mesh separating us from the surly hot dog vendors, I boldly stood my ground and ordered the “cheese fries.”
Moments later I found myself muttering, “these taste like nothing” as I greedily (yet daintily) crammed them into my mouth. As my old friend Paul Posadas commented “I can't believe you ate the cheese fries at Weiner Circle. That shit ain't nuthin but powdered cheese, cow lips and assholes.” Too true, but doesn’t that describe ALL the good things in life, I ask?
Marika, Troy, Megan and I were on our way home from An evening of adventure at Delilah’s and later The Hideout to catch Small Sails, a Portland rock combo with our awesome friend Ryan Jeffrey, which after all that work (I mean the links, of course), we ended up arriving just as the band was leaving the stage.
Such is life.

Here's a little sample of the bedlam of the evening, and especially... Weiners Circle. Enjoy.

Live from Weiners Circle

That about sums it up