I’ve decided to start a new “feature” if you will on this blog, that I will call “What I’m Doing This Week.”  It’s partially an update to you, the gentle reader, but it’s also a selfish motivation on my part.  Why’s that?  Well, I can’t write about what I’m doing this week if I’m not actually doing anything.  This motivates me to do stuff, so that I have something to write about.  And it makes you happy because you get to read about me failing at stuff, and nothing is more entertaining to read than people failing at stuff.

Hey, before I begin though, just a quick favor to ask: if you like reading this blog, or going to my website, or maybe thinking of horrible jokes about me and my ridiculously orange hair, then I suggest you subscribe to my blog feed.  That way you can keep up with my posts, and I can get a semi-accurate number of how many people are reading.  And more people reading makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.  Like when an alligator eats a bear cub.

There are currently two links to subscribe: one next to my blog title up top and one below it.  The former one kinda sucks, so I suggest you use the one below it.  It has a handy drop down menu, allowing you to choose what you want to save the feed with (like Google Reader, Blogger, something else owned by Google, etc).  Subscribing to blog feeds is essentially going to run newspapers into the ground, and I for one say good riddance!  The world needs more trees, less paper.

My site has been getting more hits/pageviews this month than ever before, and I love it, but I always want more.  I’m like Hungry Mungry.  You know what I’m talking about.  Shel Silverstein?  Anyone?  Come on, don’t be douches here, everyone knows who Shel Silverstein is.  Wrote A Boy Named Sue?  Anyone?  A Boy Named Sue?  Only one of the most famous Johnny Cash songs ever?  … Okay, Ring of Fire is probably more famous, you’re right, but still.  It’s about a boy whose name is Sue!  That’s kinda funny, right?

Anyway, Hungry Mungry.  Come on now.

What I’m Doing This Week!  READ ON!

MONDAY: Write this blog post.  Probably practice music for future open mic nights which I will be setting up sometime soon (read: when I stop being a pussy).  Quietly sob into beer.

TUESDAY: An event I call the Great 82nd Street Job Hunt.  I, armed with a man bag full of resumes and pepper spray (if necessary), am going to traverse up an down 82nd St in search of a job.  After a rather informative conversation with my friend Kira (who is awesome), I have now formulated a theory, and this theory is: Online job hunting does not work.  The reason is different from the usual (that I’m lazy), but rather because everyone else in the godforsaken world is apparently lazy because people who accept applications online get a bazillion of them.  I don’t know how much a bazillion is but I know it’s greater than a hundred, and that’s a lot.  So a lot of companies aren’t expecting the Wanderer, who just waltzes into their store and demands a resume.

Plus it’s Chrimmis time, and Chrimmis time means seasonal jobs, and by god if I can’t get a seasonal retail job then I should just shoot myself in the face right now and get my miserable life over with.

WEDNESDAY:  The Great 82nd Street Job Hunt (Probably) Continues.  The day is open, but at night I am going to see my good friend Jon Crocker play music at the Twin Paradox.  Jon writes good songs and he plays guitar upside down (and by that I mean left-handed), and the last time I saw him play it was him, me, and my future girlfriend (at the time) in a park for a show that no one came to except her.  Oh, memories!

Oh!  I might be auditioning for a part in a local production of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer Episode “Once More, With Feeling”.  Doesn’t pay, but who cares?  They rehearse on Saturdays only and it’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer!  I was kind of wishy-washy with them regarding whether I could audition, but now I really want to and I hope they don’t shun me because of my flip-flop attitude.  Because I would be a kickass Xander.

THURSDAY:  I really have no clue!  Probably continue to look for work during the day, and maybe play an open mic at night, if I get the nerve.  Or the noive, as they say in 1930s gangster films.

FRIDAY:  Armenian bear wrestling.

SATURDAY:  Hopefully, rehearsal for that Buffy musical!  I must sound so gay right now.  Well I can’t help it, I’m in theatre and even straight men act a little gay sometimes!

SUNDAY: Worshiping the Lord.  By watching football.

Well that’s enough of that!