blog from the desk of the unemployed clown.
Settling into something of a routine with my new (lack of) schedule, the kids', family time and sharing an office space with my wife during the day. I have to say I'm pretty damn cozy right now and the transition was well timed for one of the busier parts of the year.
People keep asking what is going on with HUGE and I have been backpedalling a lot lately, when I left the job I was all kinds of fired up to sit down and sign a lease the next day and figure out the numbers and details later (partly in an effort to do something insane, like trying to get it built and open in time for TCIF..I know, nuts) and just figure out how to pay for it and when we could all find time to swing some hammers. I think part of it was the drive to get off the road and lash myself to something massive and immovable for better or worse.
The plan is still moving ahead but the pace has been dialed down a bit in an effort to do things the smart way and keep them running into the future instead of the way that will get it open for right now and maybe not much longer.
Some of it I can't talk about, some of it I can but wish I had more to say. It's happening. Oh yes it is. Much of it is waiting right this moment, not only that but waiting for things I can't hurry along no matter what I do - which drives me batty (it's the bi-polar ying to my "ready to pull the trigger/what could possibly go wrong??" yang) after being in high gear and moving the whole thing along at an impossible pace just to keep it moving.
Thankfully I remembered that I have a ton of irons in the fire this time of year, so my calendar hasn't been all rest and relaxation and I'm finding myself glad to have as much free time as I do in order to get to it all.
This Sunday is the 8th Anniversary Improv A Go Go - which of course is also the night of the final episode/mini-movie event/inevitable let-down-fest of LOST. It's funny to me that when we were opening the show we seriously considered our time slot a disadvantage because of The Simpsons (this was pre-Tivo) and eight years later I'm still wondering if people will choose our show over the plastic box in their living room. Here's hoping.
After that we are one whole month away from the Twin Cities Improv Festival - which means it's already past time for people to sign up for workshops (from the Reckoning and FrankenMatt) so I don't hear about how people couldn't get into the workshop they wanted to take. Classes have filled consistently every year and every year I've issued the same warning - sign up early or cry later. Go now.
The festival is an odd project - on one hand it's a gigantic undertaking and requires a lot of attention to a lot of details and on the other hand the most important thing is just putting awesome improv on a stage in front of an audience, and that part is more than taken care of.
So as much as I can't believe it's already TCIF time and I'm not physically prepared for the lack of sleep and overdose of Vitamin Water yet - I'm not stressed.
The shows are going to kill.
With that, I'm back to it.
Lots of work to do on lots of things that don't feel like "work"
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