Mitcz.com : Official blog of Rev. Mitcz, the demented devilish comedian from Hollywood, CA.

Okay, so I’ve not kept up on this blog so much lately. Partially out of not feeling like it’s even being read – but as that’s never stopped me before, it’s mostly because I’ve been busy as fuck. If idle hands are the devil’s playground then I’m likely the devil’s doctor’s office waiting room as of late.

Here’s my current schedule..

Monday – Thursday

• 7:05 am : Stumble out of bed after my alarm that could wake the dead goes off. Reset it for 7:30am
• 7:35 am : Stumble out of bed after my alarm that could wake the dead goes off a second time. Clean piercings. Brush teeth. Deodorant/cologne. Get dressed. Leave for work
• 9:00 am : finally arrive at work, after picking up my co-worked in Sherman Oaks. Begin the workday
• 9:00 – 10:00am : Check e-mail, check to make sure nothing on our (Vivid’s) network is fucked up, so I can actually get my work started. Also check to make sure there’s nothing pressing that needs doing, cause I’m still waking up at this point.
• 6:00pm : Leave work to drop off co-worker, then drive home. If you know me, you’ve likely gotten a call from me between 6pm-7:30pm because it can be boring as fuck on these L.A. freeways and that’s when I get most of my social chit-chat phonecalls done.
• 7:00-7:30pm : Arrive home, fairly exhausted. Then I download the day’s e-mails, go on MySpace, etc. and respond to all of the day’s messages as quickly as possible.
• from 7:30-8:15pm : IM with people, prepare for the MusicPlusTV.com show, make notes, make phonecalls, etc.
• from 8:15pm : Leave for the MusicPlusTV.com studios.
• from 8:30-9:00pm : Sit with my Producer, Kevin, discussing the show for the night, pick out videos to play that evening, chat with other VJs and crew of M+TV, and try to make Libby from “In The Garage” (the show before mine) crack up whilst she’s on the air by making faces from the studio booth.
• from 9:00-10:00pm : Host my own (as yet unnamed) show on MusicPlusTV.com.
• 10:30pm-11:00pm : Get home, sometimes with food (at which point I’ll eat it), sit in front of my computer responding to e-mails, finishing up sidework, blogging, sending messages/e-mails to the appropriate people.
• from 11:00pm-12:00am : This is my “relaxation time”. Yeahdude. One hour. What ever do I do with all this time on my hands? Oh, I know… go online and waste brain cells.
• from 12:00-12:30am : Pull one off. Try to sleep. If attempt fails, repeat.

Friday

• See “Monday thru Thursday” until about 10:30pm
• 10:30pm : Get spiffed up for night on the town. Take a shower. Shave my head. Shave my crotch (unless I accidentally shaved too much a few days prior, in which case I’ll skip this step as I wait for it to grow back).
• 11:45pm : Usually I’ll hit Miss Kitty’s @ The DragonFly, but occasionally there’s another “game in town” so I’ll go check that out instead. I dig on Miss Kitty’s, but I like variety as well, so I’ll check out other shit when I can.
• 3:00am : Come home, exhausted. Usually alone. Pull one off, watch a movie, try to sleep. If it fails, repeat as necessary. Obviously, if I don’t come home alone, this plan changes to “try and fuck whoever I came home with as many times as possible”.

Saturday

• Anywhere from about 12:00pm-4:00pm : Wake up.
• After I’m awake : Run errands. This usually includes (at minimum) picking up a rat for Shaitan (the Ball Python), crickets for Poke (the Emperor Scorpion), cleaning up the litter box for Bouschka (My rockstar kitty), and generally cleaning up the house. Sometimes, I’ll hit the grocery store with Nad to pick up supplies for the week.
• After errands until about 10:00pm : Work on various side projects, work on ideas for the show, write new comedy material, rehearse some old bits, blog, check/compose e-mails, catch up on the online personals and MySpace people. This could be my relaxation time, but it’s mostly been comprised of running more errands than I’d think should be necessary and working my ass off trying to get the mountain of sidework in front of me finished. This way I can go out and not.. ya know, feel lazy.
• 10:00pm : Get ready, again, for a night out.
• 11:30pm : I usually hit Bar Sinister, since I can stumble there and back, drunk as can be.
• 3:00am : See “3:00am Friday night” above. Same story here.

Sunday

• Anywhere from about 12:00pm-4:00pm : Wake up.
• After I’m awake : Since this is my last chance to finish sidework until the following weekend, this is usually “crunch time” for me. I’ll often drive to different towns around here to meet w/clients, have lunch with them, etc. This is soon to also become the time when I’ll sit with my Producer to discuss new show ideas, and go over the week’s interviews, events, etc. Believe it or not, I rarely finish all of this shit in time to actually sit around being lazy and lethargic on a Sunday afternoon/evening
• 11:30pm : In the event that I actually get everything I was working on that day completed (more often than not, actually), I’ll go out to FetishBar for Sushi and friends. This is the “wrap up” night. The crowd is very thin – there’s rarely more than 20 people there, and we’re all pretty close. My motto is “come for the drinks and sushi. Stay for the people”. I try not to get too drunk, but I’ll knock back a few drinks to maximize on the weekend drinking.
• 1:00am : I’ll usually realize it’s 1am and that I’ve gotta be up in 6 hours, and then tell everyone goodbye, and drive home. Occasionally, I bring someone home with me. I’ve tried to be good lately and not do that, lest I find myself zombified for Monday morning, and I’ve never got the time to make up for sleep anymore these days anyway.
• 1:30am : Pull one off (sensing a theme here?). Go to bed.

All things considered – I’ve got nowhere near the amount of time to do things like update this blog, sit around idly and watch TV/read magazines/dream up new projects/etc. that I once had. As an example, I bought a 52″ Widescreen HDTV and mid-range Onkyo 5.1 Surround Sound System over a month ago, and if you combined all the minutes I’ve spent in front of said TV/Sound System since I bought them you’d have about… an hour and a half. At best.

This isn’t to say I’m upset about this. Far from it. I like being busy. It keeps me happy. That’s of utmost importance to me. I spent far too long earlier in this year, dwelling on all the fucked up shit I was going through (a breakup, a loss, a mother in the hospital for cancer treatment, becoming the sole web designer at work for the past 6 months and having to do everything on my own, being forced to move into a new apartment, etc etc) – now I just want to put all my energy into my work. My work being… me. I’m building an empire, goddamnit.

Thing is, I’ve still got the same old Mitcz ticking away inside of me. That Mitcz likes his breaks. He gets depressed on a monthly basis – usually only for a few days at a time. He sits and contemplates his life, his role on this earth, tries to wash away past sins in his mind, feels remorse for ill-timed humor, and generally just wallows in self-pity (again, just for a few days at a time, at most). I’m an introverted sonofabitch. I don’t consider myself untouchable, or unreachable, but everyone I’ve known in the past 5 years that’s gotten close to me has echoed a similar sentiment – that I’m “distant”. I guess no one ever feels like they’re in my circle. I push people away to work on all my projects. I don’t feel like I do that, but apparently I do. I’m a stranger to even my best of friends.

These days, however, while I still tick away and work my ass off all the time and inadvertently ignore everyone around me while I sit in my own little bubble of contemplating further exploits for worldwide exposure, fame, riches and stardom – I fight depression. Every time I being to feel even the slightest bit lonely, I think of those who’ve hurt me and left me, and I’ve felt alone on account of. When I do that, I feel stronger. I won’t let those fuckers win. Every time I feel a little worthless, or a little depressed, I think of all those fuckheaded bullies from my childhood, all the naysayers in my life, everyone who didn’t believe in me – and I press on. I wil not frown, to spite those who would smile at my misfortune. I won’t let those fuckers win, either.

I exist these days, in a constant state of self-amusement. Of a near-bliss. I can no longer find myself getting depressed like I used to. I fight it because I fight demons in my past. I fight people who don’t even exist anymore – not in any meaningful way at the very least. For every twinge of pain I feel inside, someone inside of me attacks the part of me that causes the pain, and it goes away. It’s very liberating. While a war rages on inside of me, blocking out anything that could negatively impact my ability to be a constantly giddy little bitch, on the outside you’ll only see a hyperactive always-on entertainer, trying to coerce a smile from you and laughing maniacally at any diversion in his path.

How long this will continue, I cannot say. All I can say is that I’m very happy right now. Things are going better than I had planned, and things I’ve been wanting for years, and I’ve fought very hard to obtain, are now coming to fruition. This is my fuckin’ “ME time” now. Step in the way and get crushed.

Perhaps I just needed to get tested. To get pushed. To get stepped on. To be hurt immensely. I needed parts of my psyche and my heart to be stretched and pulled to their limits so I could move on in confidence.

So now will I move on. Ever forward, motherfucker. This year, mark my words, will end VERY well for me. You just wait and see.

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