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Boy oh boy.  It's been awhile since I posted anything.  I did my set, got really busy at work, my father went to the hospital, I caught the flu, I followed up the flu with an upper respiratory infection, and now I'm back.  Sort of.  I'm actually leaving again. 

I did my set - a damned good set if I might add - and it didn't do a damned thing for me.  I went to a few open mics, and they were the saddest, most sparsely attended open mics I have ever seen.  The Chicago comedy scene is very reminiscent of the Cleveland Theatre scene.  In other words, they both get better press than they deserve from what I can  see.  The thrill of the performance just wasn't there for me.  On my best night I was entertaining 8 people - most of whom were also performing that evening - and a drunk mouse who came out of the wall in time for each set.  He was the only one who got the smart jokes.  I assume it was a he.  What do I know from mice?

I had some realizations afterwords.  First and foremost, the club scene for performers has been long dead here.  What I see others doing is going about it as Theatre.  They get some like-minded individuals together to share cost and produce a venue for themselves.  Or, they scrape together sponsors/investors and similarly produce their own one person show.  Which is what I'm pushing ahead with.  I took up a friend on their offer to co-produce/co-write.  We're coming up with some great ideas and hopefully in a year's time we'll have this thing up on its feet.  Just in time for the Fall show season of 2008.

That open mic stuff is for the birds - or, the mice - anyway.  To begin with, they're all on work nights.  This is problematic because I'm a big pussy.  Next off, considering the attendance, I could just as well perform for the homeless people in my neighborhood.  I'm fairly convinced that some of the audience at those open mics were homeless people looking for a dark place to sleep, so the difference would be negligible.  The other thing is that I'm more of storyteller than a joketeller anyway, so the one man show is probably a better fit for me these days.  Plus, I get to work some songs and possibly a raffle.  Nothing beats a good raffle.

I'm not going to be posting on here for a while.  It tends to be a sinkhole for my motivation.  I come here, spew out a post, and then my desire to do any real writing mutates into web surfing, movie watching, and Wii playing.  (Btw, that Wii is something.  I'm totally addicted to it and I firmly believe it's the Pong of the 21st century.)  But, I would be remiss in my posting if I didn't thank those people who have been supportive with their comments.  I appreciate that you took the time, and your comments definitely had an impact on me.  Even if they didn't have an impact on me, I'll lie and say they did because I am just that polite and charming.

Ah.  There it is.  Closure.

Now, I sink back beneath the fulgent waves, like . . . Godzilla; to slumber peacefully unitl the earth needs me, again.