Well I think I might have my first source of video for this blog and to promote this show. I did 2 shows last night at SAK's comedy barn and sang a couple songs that got video taped. So as soon as I can do the following I can get it online:

1. get tape from SAK's comedy barn
2. buy a video camera or borrow one (to play the tape in)
3. edit on my computer
4. upload to my site
5. put link here

Right now I can do nothing with reguards to the show. I am waiting to hear if I even got into the Fringe or not. So no news to report.

When I went to turn in my application at the Fringe office the other day I was so nervous talking with Beth Marshall. She runs the whole thing! I wanted to make a good impression....and I did not. I got too nervous about my check being blank and thinking she would think I was stupid for not being able to fill out the check without her help. So I said I had a problem doing the whole application process because of my brain. Yeah, not charming. Officially it is true- I was a gifted kid in elementary and middle school (dropped out of the program in high school because in alabama the emphasis was on college-prep, not creativity) and so I guess I am still gifted unless it wore off. And gifted kids can do some things well and other things, like fill out multi-page applications and remember where they left the blank check and keep track of due dates and such, not very well. And, as you can see, they can also not explain things when they are nervous very well either. I have to script it out at some point.

Anyways, as I left I thought "Dammit! Now she thinks I am a retard and will never let me in the Fringe!" But then I realized what I was saying. She's probably gifted too. She certainly is artsy- her look is very punk/mother earth/grunge. However, she has to be left (or right I cannot even remember) brained to run a huge venture like this. So, she is probably is one of the lucky few who is both- good with business and numbers AND creative. So when she sees me acting flustered and nervous about applications and social situations, she must know the truth. Or not. I hope she does. I hope she reads my blog and knows how much retarded time I have spent writing about this 3 minute exchange.