Do you like responding to imaginary questions, Fuzzy?
Yes, I do!
Is that because you're too lazy to write interesting sentences?
Shut up, imaginary questioner.
Fine, be that way.
I'm sorry, imaginary questioner. Ask your questions, please.
... Oh, alright... So have you had an interesting week so far?
Yup!
Is it all stuff you don't feel like you can talk about publicly?
Yup!
Monday I had a meeting with someone who's putting up a play pretty soon. They had asked me to direct it (I know I was their second choice behind Steev Gadlin. I have no idea how far down the list he was. Homer once told me I was his sixth choice to direct Fratricide) and I had declined. But I agreed to have a few meetings and help advise on the show. I was a little worried that it was just a wimp-out way to direct the show but wash my hands of the show if it wasn't a smash hit. But it really was just advice -- the arrangement gave the writer/producer the freedom to reject my advice if they wanted to. Which they did, sometimes. "Does the show really need to open with a giant chicken doing the robot?" "Yes, it does." "Well, alright then." But I think we hammered out some important questions about the overall structure of the show and I'll be coming back for more advice-giving after they've had a few rehearsals.
Over the weekend I did some follow-up stuff for one article on the Neutrino Project and today I did a phone interview for another. I don't know why, but I feel like it's somewhere between uncouth and unlucky to mention the publication until the article actually comes out. Is that right or am I just dumb?
Don't ask me.
And tonight I'm headed off to Funny Ha-Ha 4-Ever at the Hideout. I've got my good camera and I'm hoping to snap a few snaps.
Well, good luck with that.
meatkitten
I was also phone interviewed for the same article. I delight in the fact that I can now name drop my friends to media people and have the interviewer a) immediately recognize who I am talking about and b) seem somewhat impressed at the fact that I know said name dropped person. Hooray!
With every odd interview and article, we come one step closer to our vision of fame. Which I believe, as defined by us circa 1999, was never having to pay to see shows. Aim low!