We also dressed up as musicians. Ally was Madonna, I was "Weird Al". Check it out:

Ain't we cute? It was a nice day (really fucking hot though) and the only thing I regret is wearing regular converse shoes as opposed to running shoes. Oh well, I'll know for next year.

Other than that, we've been doing some remodeling around the apartment. Moved things around a bit and (I know how 'cooky' and 'LA' this is going to sound) but the energy has really changed around here. I used to have my computer in our bedroom; and as convinent as it was, it also added a work environment to the place where we're supposed to relax and sleep. And for the most part, it never bothered us too much. But there was still something uncomfortable about it all.

You know what it was specifically? Both of us had always had our computer in our bedrooms. When I lived with my roommate before this, my computer was in my room. It just seemed natural. And when I lived with my parents (and eventually got a computer), it was in my room. So it's always been the normal thing to do.

But then I noticed that if we moved some things around, I can move my computer out and open up the room. Blah...blah...blah...we did, and got a dresser for the bedroom and now it feels like a "home". Even though it's just an apartment, it's a home. We have our work area and our relaxing area. It's just a good feeling; good energy.

OK, so what else is going on? Well, I got some amazing news but I can't tell you yet. I should be able to within a week or so.

Other than that, I am just enjoying life itself. Trying to understand the big picture more and more. It's funny, when I was young, life was just something I took for granted. Like, "OK, I'm here and this is what I want to do with my life." Comedy. But now I am starting to really question everything; to look beyond what I've been told and figure things out in a way that makes sense to me. Not in a way that I've been told.

Anywho, I'm off to read and chill out a bit. Later kids.

Oh, look for my podcast, What's For Dinner on an official podcast network! Details coming soon...and, no, that wasn't the big news I can't tell you about...neither is this: "30 Nights Of Paranormal Activity...." Facebook Page...please like it. :D

10/3/12
Today feels like a day from 10 years ago. I'm sitting in Starbucks, writing and feeling a bit creative.

I miss that feeling, you know? When I was young and hungry for this business. Not that I'm not still eager to succeed, but something's changed. Maybe it's age, maturity, marriage; I don't know. I've been really lazy over the past year.

Again, I've done a lot (the movie, touring, TV appearances) but I feel like I'm spinning my wheels, ya know? That I'm working, but not advancing. I'm envisioning that when the movie premieres, it will give me a career boost that I've needed for a little while now. Just something to kick me up to "the next level".

Skippy is making some noise which is really cool. He and the rest of the The Cracked Pack appeared this week on The Naughty Show, which was really fun. Got a few twitter followers.

Jeez, I can't believe that 'Twitter' followers now dictate who's the most successful. What the hell happened to talent and perseverance? I guess that has technology and people's way of communicating changes, so must I, but still...

I mean does anyone out there really find these "internet celebrities" or (and anyone who knows me knows my distain for...) "reality TV celebrities" entertaining or deserving of their success? And please don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous of the success, I'm pissed that it came so easily to these people.

Paris Hiton, Kim Kardashian, "Honey Boo Boo", the casts of "Toddlers & Tiaras", "Storage Wars" (both LA & Texas), "Pawn Stars" (both Vegas & Alabama...or wherever that one takes place), "Ice Road Truckers", "Swamp People", "American Hoggers", "American Pickers" and the other ones I can't remember off of the top of my head. Not only are some of them poisoning our minds with trash & dribble, but all of these people are famous now. Famous for mediocracy. That's what our society is all about now; rewarding mediocracy & stupidity while others who work so hard for their craft are left wondering what they have to do to make an impact.

And again, I'm not jealous. When I see people I respect and I know have put in the time (and I'm going to only talk comedians here because that's what I know best) I am happy for them. People like Steve Byrne, Billy Gardell, Dave Attell, Joey 'Coco' Diaz and more that I can't think of right now. Those guys put in their time, worked the road, PAID THEIR DUES and made it. That's great.

There are also famous comics whom (in my humble opinion) just got lucky and didn't really put in their dues.

Now some of you may be thinking, "who the hell are you to say that comics need to put in the same dues as others?" Well first of all...chill out. Secondly, you're right. Who the hell am I? This is who I am. I'm a comedian who's been working for twenty years (not counting the many times I did comedy before going 'professional') on perfecting a craft. I have driven for hours; days sometimes, to play shit gigs in bowling alleys, cafeterias, shit kicking bars. I live the life that some of these other comics only heard about.

And no, no one has to play all of those rooms...some of them just got lucky. Either they were good looking, had the right representation, had family in the business, or had some viral video that just blew them up.

Shit, I dunno. Reading back on this I'm sounding really bitter, and I swear I'm not. I'm INCREDIBLY grateful for everything I've got. I guess this is just my monthly vent or something. My "time of the month" where I get to bitch about shit that doesn't really matter and then my wife gives me ice cream and tells me that I'm pretty.

I just want "it" so badly; I've been working so long for it. Like I said at the beginning of this blog, I feel like I'm lazy now because when I first moved out here, sky was the limit. Now...FUCK!

No, no more of this shit.

I'm going to finish writing some more now.

Man, this blog went through all of the emotions, didn't it. Nostalgia, happiness, anger, bitterness, revelation and acceptance. Either I'm really cathartic or I just went through the six stages of grief.

OK, I'm done. Bye.