But today some really cool things happened.  First, I got a reply from these people, essentially casting me.  I’m not sure what the series is going to be about, or what I’m going to do, but if it’s TLC and it’s a crime series, I wager I’ll be selling kids drugs or something.  Excellent!  It’s on TLC for Chrissakes!  I could be on TLC.

I could be on national television.  That kicks ass.

And while I was perusing Craigslist I found an ad for a consortium of dancer/actor folks who were holding workshops for some future performance.  It’s all modern dance kinda stuff, and they were looking for “beginning dancers and actors who move” and I said, well, despite the fact that I sit at the computer all day lately, I am an actor who can move!  So I e-mailed them and expressed interest.  That’s Sunday afternoon.

So my schedule so far is:

Tomorrow — Go to Buffy rehearsal.  Have fun, something I’ve desperately needed all week.
Later, go see a play at Reed College with my friend Maarvi, who may or may not give me rice.  I hope she does.  I love rice.

Sunday — Go to the dancer workshop, get in the “zone,” dance and move around like a jackass, hopefully they’ll like me and invite me to more workshops, because eventually they pay, and I like pay.

Thanksgiving — probably eating peanut butter sandwiches with my brother and sister-in-law.  We’s poor!

The Future — Dec 1st, 2nd, 3rd are the days to shoot the TLC thing.  Again, what.  Crazy.  It’s crazy.

OH!  I almost forgot.  I’ll be playing in a Battle of the Bands contest on December 15th!  December 15th!  I don’t know when I go on (I get 45 minutes for my set) but the whole thing starts at 10pm.  If you are in the Portland area, for the love of god and all things holy, PLEASE COME AND SUPPORT ME.  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t scared out of my mind.  New city, nobody knows me, and I’m playing alone?!  Yipes!  Should be a blast, and I’m just hoping to get some new fans.

So that’s December 15th.  December 18th is the Buffy show, and January is rehearsals for Perfection, and February is the show itself.

The good news? I’m busy.  The bad news?  I’m not getting paid yet!  Argh!

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!