KingLou Drops Science 2.0

On friday Gunshow had it's first improv show in many months. I was a little anxious because I was feeling rusty. That and we were going to be short 2 players. So instead of the usual 5 people it would be 3. 3 man shows can be a little tough because you never really get a break but almost every 3 person Gunshow I have done has been awesome. As luck would have it so was this one. We knocked the cover off the ball. A solid show from beginning to end. Some highlights of the show were 1) Toothpaste as leg shaving cream leads to amputation by janitor who wants to be a doctor. 2) Daughter kills dads friend with his pistol. As punishment the father forces daughter to watch him sodmize the corpse. "Don't turn your head! YOu know I can't get hard if you aren't watching!" 3) Tourist hoping to hear local funny sayings instead hears confessions of chain restaurant employees crime spree. Eventually leads to employee tracking him down to make sure that his crime stories aren't being passed off as cute local sayings. 4) Small town where everyone lives in the high school as well as learns how to live on garbage (that was a weird one) 5) Mother and daughter take a bath together even though mom wants privacy. Saved by the milk man pedophile. 6) return to first scene at the janitor doctors office. Amputated some extra stuff just to see if he could do it. "The heart is a lot bigger than you think." NO ONE DOES DIRTY AND CRAZY LIKE GUNSHOW! NO ONE! Afterwards we went to the going away party for Jack McBreyer. He is moving to LA. The party was jam packed. Candidate Zero was there, Rob Riggle (the newest SNL member), Dyna Mo (ex-gunshow coach), Jane Borden (a brief Gunshow coach), Allison Becker (ex-gunshow member), the same writers from Conan I always see, Jackie Clarke, Will Hines and a million other comedy people. The joint was sick with them. One weird moment was that I was standing at the bar ordering and this guy approached me. He knew my name, which always throws me off, and started talking to me. Turned out that he was this kid I had known since he was like 10, he was a friend of my cousin David, who now does improv and sketch. He had seen us do a sketch at Variety Underground when his group had performed there. It was really a weird moment. He didn't comment on our sketch other than to describe it to me. I was kind of thrown by his aggresive talk about doing comedy. How he was perofrming here and there and there and here. He started talking about doing sketch at Carolines and resumes and so on. I got his email so that is a good thing I guess. I left the party with the same feeling I always have which is one of wanting to belong to that scene more and slight anger at the fact that people know Gunshow but haven't seen us. Or if they have they think we are great. And yet we languish in obscurity. Sigh.

Well I finally started hiring people to work in my office. It only took 3 weeks into the semester. Sigh. So hire number one was Kevin. A guy from Portland, OR who seems to have the chops for the job. He's litterally been in the city for less than a month and he lands a pretty sweet job at Columbia while he goes to the New Shcool to get his MASTERS in something. Day two and I am a little underwhelmed at some of the mac knowledge but he does seem to have some good ideas. Hired a bunch of student assistants as well. Just people to plug the holes when it's hard for me to be there (Breakfast, lunch and dinner) They start showing up this week. Man I need me some keys to hand them. So far the lecture series has been okay. None of the lecturers has been very high maintenance. However we did have two french speakers this week and each of them fulfilled a different stereotype about the French. One guy reeked of BO and unwashed clothes and the other guy was just an irreverant guy who made fun of convention and was an obvious playboy I still haven't found a new doctor. My back is killing me. Seriously... I am in pain almost all day. ARGH! Gotta go lay down

The struggle continues. Job eating life. Rem Coolhaus is coming this Friday. People are stressed. I am maintaining a cool distance from it all. Just got banned by Something Awful for a very very very very dubious reason. Man, when you find out you're banned you get a really nasty surprise. Something that says "SURPRISE! YOU'RE BANNED, JACKASS" with a picture of a dick with cum leaking out of it and a tarantula crawling up it. Since there is no appeal I have to decide if I want to pay another $10 bucks for the fucking opportunity to get banned again if I write something that one of the mods didn't like. more later.

School starts tomorrow. I am really stressed about it. Having weird dreams every night about it stressed. To cap things off Jodi is driving me bonkers. I would love to go into maddening detail of how she has been totally pushing me towards insanity but I have learned that things you blog can come back to haunt one. Even if it's the only place you have to vent your frustrations you still need to hold yourself in check or be accountable for your actions. Suffice to say she's adding to my stress in ways she probab;y doesn't even understand. And to bring them up would be folly because it would trigger an automated response of "well you do things too!" which would trigger another auto-response from me and thus beginning what the 80's taught me was "Mutual Assured Destruction." That was why the Russians didn't attack us because they knew we could kill them all, too. My therapist says I have a lot of anger. He also says that when his black eye heals he may see me again. So long as the chairs are further apart. I feel fat.