First and foremost, I want to thank Trista for the name-dropping the other day in her blog. ‘Twas mucho appreciated. Should I be welcoming my new readers? They’re a mostly quiet bunch, but who knows if that’ll change. At any rate – welcome. Don’t step on the Momeraths.
I suck at planning
I should get that out there now. I totally suck at planning shit. I don’t know if I’m too scatter-brained, or I just don’t like the idea of being locked into something far ahead of time, but I’m just no good at making plans for things that aren’t happening within a matter of days. I’ve had friends ask me things like “Whatcha doin’ November 12th?” and I’m like “It’s the 2nd week in August. How the fuck do I know? Ask me in November”.
Sure, I know the point. You ask now so I’m not “booked up” come November 12th. Thing is, while my life is probably just as busy as your average work-at-home web designer/comedian, I’m not SO busy that I can’t reschedule shit at near-last-minute if I need to. Hell, most days, the only I’ve got planned is :
1. Wake up
2. Jerk off
3. Work on GG stuff
4. Work on AS.
5. Go to the MusicPlusTV studios to do AS
6. Fuck something, if possible
7. Go to sleep.
That being said, last year I had to plan about a month in advance for a trip to NYC for the BellaVendetta.com launch party. I had a blast, and I really need to get back there soon. I fucked up my planning and didn’t book my hotel until the last possible minute, so I only had the room for 2 of the 4 days I was there. Oh well. It all worked out. This year, I’m planning a trip to Vegas. Despite living a scant 3.5 hours driving distance away, and being “free and legal” for going-on 8 years now, I’ve never bothered to get off my lazy ass and make it to Vegas.
There’s a reason though. You don’t bring girlfriends to Vegas, for one. So, about 3-4 years of my post-21 years can be attributed to that. Furthermore, if you bring a friend you need to make sure they’re going to be able to afford it so you can dually share in the experiences that await you in Vegas. Living with Nad has made that difficult at times. So, that’s out. Going alone is always an option, but I only know a few people in Vegas and I wasn’t really all about hijacking their weekend so I’m not wandering alone and drunk only to end up with a hooker and a bottle of Jack at the end of the night.
But, I made a plan this time and I’m sticking to it. Just a few days ago, my friend Sean called me from Phoenix and I invited him along. I should probably clarify that I forcefully told him he was going with. He agreed. Which is good, cause that means his limbs will live on to see another day. I still need to work on getting a hotel while I’m out there, which I told you I suck at – but g’damnit, I’m making a plan! Go me!
Mitcz, The Comedian
Another thing I suck at is this whole “get off your ass and go promote yourself” thing. That makes being a hopeful-up-and-coming comedian thing a bit difficult. I started off well, back in 2002, performing twice at the Irvine Improv in a matter of a month or so. And, I shot off a few random gigs at some smaller clubs. Since then, however, my gigs have been fewer and further between. While I like to entertain the idea in my head that my occasional gigs make me more desirable in some alternate universe – I’m well aware that I’m a lazy fuck and while I curse the random shitty comics I’m forced to watch on Comedy Central (and YouTube, MySpace, etc) – I’ve got no right to complain since I’m not out there trying to save people from their terribly comedy.
I don’t think I’m the fuckin’ messiah of comedy, let me get that straight. I know I’m good – not great. I’ve got a lot of work to do. I’ve got a lot of material to work on. Since I write a new set for every gig, I haven’t sat and fine-tuned a set since that first one I performed back in 2002.
I don’t have the overwhelming ego that I fake having on the show. I think it’s fun to act that way on there, but I hope it’s obvious that my “character” is a gross over-exaggeration of the Hollywood Mentality. I’m confident in my comedic abilities, and I know when I’ve written something funny, and when I’ve written pure shit. I can also recognize that in other comedians. No, I won’t be naming the bad ones.
All of that being said, I got some random e-mail from the Pepsi mailing list (I’m on there cause I entered a bottlecap code one day a few years back and… you know how these things go) and as I just about to delete it, I saw a Sierra Mist bottle next to a Mic and quickly saw the word “Comedy”. I thought “huh?” and clicked it. Turns out, there’s a contest going on at the ol’ Myspace for “the next great comic”. I don’t know that I’m the Next Great Comic, but I’d be an idiot not to try for it, right?
They asked for a 5-minute video, so I trolled my archives and picked out an almost-exact 5-minute piece I did at the Irvine Improv. It was my 2nd appearance there, and only the 3rd gig I ever performed.
When the voting starts, I really hope you’ll all go forth and shower me with votes. But, only if you feel like I deserve it. I normally avoid MySpace contests because they involve getting your friends to do something, or a voting system. And that means, the MySpace whores will win. I’m hoping this contest gives at least somewhat-fair chances to people like myself who suck at self-promotion and I’ll win over random people looking to vote on the video entries.
If I’m one of the lucky 15 people who win the first round, I’ll be heading to Vegas mid-November (yay, Vegas again) and performing for some TBS special and then there’s ANOTHER round of voting to figure out who’s the “next great comic”. I have a feeling I’m going to need to clean up my act for this TBS thing – so I doubt I’ll get that far. But, it could be some much-needed exposure.
At any rate, here’s what I submitted, if you’re curious :
Umm..
Yeah, so that about covers my random update. I know this blog wasn’t very exciting. I’ll try to make up for that soon here. I’ve got a few other things I need to get off my chest.
Thank you. Drive thru.
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