I cannot begin to explain how many times I’ve felt the urge to write in my blog and never done so. There are so many little stimuli out there, little things that poke my brain like a little kid poking a frog on the street with a stick to see if it’s alive. Yes, yes, as far as I can tell, my brain is quite alive. Quite active at times, but there have always been problems that exist between me and the final product of creativity. Continue reading “The downfall of creativity”
Close encounters of the second kind
Wednesday, June 29, 2005. Los Angeles, California. Several hours after shooting the reunion show footage. A bar called “Barney’s Beanery.” The men’s restroom. “Hey, I really like your show.” (I guess the second time someone recognized me in public was creepier than the first…)
I could barely hear in the bar because it was karaoke night. There was someone working the “stage” to ensure that people were signed up and “sang” in order. Using the blaringly loud sound system, she told the crowd (after identifying me amongst them) that she thought I should win because I was a Boy Scout. Her brothers were once Cub Scouts and did the Pinewood Derby (according to her, half the kids’ parents built their cars in that Cub pack…). Oh yeah, and continuing to yell into the microphone, she added, “The tent challenge was bullshit.” Meaning she saw the episode in which I was kicked off. Meaning I was really confused… and my ears were on the verge of bleeding.
I also got to see everyone from the show again—it was a good night.
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It don’t get much more final than this
I know I’ve gone off once or twice about how each time more people get weeded out of this WB production, it’s been a “final” round—on December 29th, I received another e-mail addressed to “Dear WB Finalist.” After today, though… this time I think they’re serious. Continue reading “It don’t get much more final than this”
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Day 4 in Los Angeles
This was it: the GRAND MASTERFUL SERIOUSLY COOL FESTIVAL PREMIERE OF THE BEST SHOW IN THE UNIVERSE, THE WAZOO SHOW! (It’s already been world-premiered twice now—there had to be some other way to demonstrate its significance…) It was the culmination of our trip, the results of all our “hard” work and the chance to show off how sweet we were to more people than local Minnesotans. I think it went fairly well. People were laughing, so it couldn’t have been too bad. Continue reading “Day 4 in Los Angeles”
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Day 3 in Los Angeles
Have you ever had the housekeeping staff walk into your hotel room while you were sleeping? Have they ever cleaned the bathroom without waking you up? Have they ever wandered around the corner and seen you rolling around in your bed naked? Well, I didn’t have to worry about that last one—Matthew came back from breakfast and asked the cleaning lady to leave before she finished up in the bathroom. (Plus I was wearing boxers, but two and a half out of three is still pretty bad…) Continue reading “Day 3 in Los Angeles”
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Day 2 in Los Angeles
The big screen finally lit up. We got to see movies about tornadoes, love serums and credit cards that charge 4% interest daily. We got to hang out in a hot tub on the roof of the hotel. And we got to drink at a gay bar tonight. Christ, I feel so out of place here… Continue reading “Day 2 in Los Angeles”
