Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Apology, Captain Tripps (2)

One, apologies for the spoilers down below. Yes, the book was written in 1979 and there's only so far you can go with spoilers, but it was uncalled for.
Part of the beauty of books is they lie in wait, silently protecting their secrets until someone with diligence and will reveals them.
They occasionally eat your soul, but if you stay away from religious texts or those bound in human skin you're probably safe. (Spoiler Alert: The Necronomicon will eat your soul, EVEN IF YOUR NAME IS BRUCE CAMPBELL)

Since I have a policy that I do not edit even when I'm a gigantic asshole, the post below will stay. If blogger doesn't shut off javascript, I'll work on getting some spoiler tags down below to prevent casual ruination of The Stand. This is sort of a violation of my policy but in this case I feel it's the right move.

Captain Tripps - if you're smart like me, you've already spoken with a strong cohort of people at your job. You've all arranged a secret code and calling tree, and the moment the first case of Swine Flu appears in your state, every single one of you is calling in sick. You can probably get 3 or 4 "sick days" out of this pandemic scare!
Thanks Captain Tripps, for happening during the nicest season in Chicago.
If you're wondering, our code word here at my current employer is "snausages".
Mostly because they look delicious even for people.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Captain Tripps

Who isn't excited for a huge pandemic?
More importantly, who isn't excited for Stephen King's seminal work, The Stand to reappear as a relevant "what-if" scenario!
"What if a superflu destroyed America?"
"What if a homosexual arsonist found a nuclear weapon?"
"What if we blew up all of the remaining deaf-mutes?"

Without Stephen King's pregnant work The Stand, uncut, we'd never know.
I urge you to all go out and read this Nostradamus-like work.

P.s. spoiler alert up above. Nick gets totally blown up.
Also I don't think the Trashcan Man's actually gay.
But it's been a while.

I figured I had to mention Captain Tripps since my blog's name is in part drawn from Stephen King's late term abortion The Stand as well as Watership Down.

Monday, April 6, 2009


Most people overestimate what they can do in a year and underestimate what they can do in a decade
-Tony Robbins
First off, apologies for quoting someone with such a Mephistophelean smile. He's obviously up to no good, and is shilling self-help along with it.

But that quote seems to ring true. Or if it doesn't ring true, now is a good time to start talking about ten years from now.
I think that's something you really don't get in your twenties - the actual scope of time. Face it - you've been alive for 2.x decades but chances are there's been less than 5 years of true autonomy.
Most of your life in your twenties are coming to grip that you're officially rudderless and adrift - no longer are you setting your course by some other captain. It's all yours, baby.

Take all the rope you need, and try not to fashion a noose.

I feel like I just completed my first decade of true autonomy. I graduated college at approximately 23, and spent the next ten years doing my thing. Didn't have 10 year plans, nor 5 year plans even. Just had a "I don't want to do what I do for a living forever" feeling in my head.

I tried out standup. I bombed for 3 months straight but at the time I wanted to do nothing more than comedy.
Now, I'm not so sure.
Part of this is me seething with resentment at not getting an audition for Just for Laughs at any of the three showcases I was aware were having them.
Part of it is not having calls returned when I'm trying to figure out how to get booked at X and Y room.
Most of it though, is taking the above two items personally. I know they're not. Show business is a tough business even if you're good.
If you're not persistent, if you have any other option but comedy, chances are you're going to drop the whole comedy route. (also, I didn't ask anyone FOR an audition; I was ignorant they were happening but I also didn't ask anyone. My fault.)

Which is basically the conundrum. The horns of a dillemma.
What is the thing I want to spend the next decade getting really good at? What do I want to become an expert in? Comedy? Writing? Technical Development?
What's the job I want to grow into so it doesn't feel like I have a job?

What's the end game of any of these goals?

I don't know the answer, but I should probably figure it out damn soon.