Jeepers. All my life needed was the Minnesota Fringe Festival lottery, I guess. Things went from not-so-much to too-goddamn-much pretty much overnight.
My number was drawn again, for the third year in a row, so I will be in the Fringe again. And English Scrimshaw Theatrical Novelties was also drawn, so I will also be in the remount of To Mars, With Tesla! with me as steampunk Thomas Edison. For those of you who can’t count that high, that’s two Fringe shows I’m in. Which I’ve done before, so no need to panic.
Also, I’ve elected to try out for Vilification Tennis as a part of their amateur show. Refereed insult comedy, often of an offensive and inexcusable nature. I’ve done stuff with the Vilification people before, sketches and other additional material, but I’d always shied away from the actual act. Didn’t seem to be in my end of the comedy pool. Too aggressive. Too exposed. Too this. Too that. But I’ve gotten over those nagging doubts, so I’m giving it a whirl. This means I need to come up with 50-100 one-liner insults in the next couple of months, which means I need to write 500-1000 one-liner insults and chuck the 90% that will inevitably suck. That a not inconsiderable chunk of writing there, but doable. Edging a bit up on the panic meter now.
But! I’m also doing Vilification Tennis’ Game Show Show in March. Which is the show before the amateur show. I’ve been a part of the Game Show show for a few years now, and it’s one of the best times I have on stage. So I’ll need to write some wacky game show questions for that. Not 50-100 of them, but a few. And I’ll probably need to write questions for the GPS Trivia Contest, which will be somewhere betwixt the two Vilification shows. Okay, a bit more panicky now.
And! I’ll be contributing a script or two for Big Fun Radio Funtime. Sometime in early Summer or so. Panic rising…
Oh! And I’m job hunting. I will be almost certainly unemployed in a couple weeks. And the likelihood of me landing another job that would let me have copious time off in the summer to hammer out a show of some kind is roughly nil. Ah. There it is. Full-blown panic.
I may be over-dramatizing this a bit. (Me?! Over-dramatizing?! As God as my witness… Never!! Cue thunder and lightning.) We’ve done Tesla before. I knocked off a couple dozen Vilification insults last night. And there’s no problem with me doing another one-man show for the Fringe. (I’d like to do something with other people sometime, but I hinted about it after the lottery, and people left so fast there was a red shift.) So I can probably squeeze this all in, with a little bear grease and a giant shoehorn.
It was President’s Day today, so I had it off. Signed up with another temp agency downtown, walked through Uptown, watched some Ken Burns documentaries. A good breath-catching day before all this shit comes down.