sweet guy

Aww, Jesse read my post about honey and he brought me some, straight out of the hive. He’s a good lad.

Auditions went well tonight. Some talent, for sure. Some way over-qualified talent too, which is cool. I know this will step things up a notch, push me to level. This is the sort of challenge I love.

We had lots of laughs, lots of energy. The Impromaniacs are a super supportive bunch, so I think everyone relaxed really quickly. We ran through the warmup and I stumbled more than the new kids. Mouse, dammit. I said mouse. Four times. It was a clear case of telling someone not to think of pink elephants. I told myself the one word I absolutely could not say when my turn came around was “mouse”. So, naturally, kabanga. S’okay though. We laughed. You don’t understand why I stumbled? Well, look who’s thinking about pink elephants. And mice. And the horrible things they do to each other in the name of love.

Whut?

Have you noticed that my blog posts are invariably stream-of-consciousness? I’ll belt something out, like that diatribe on politicians a few days ago, and for the next couple days I’ll be thinking of the three hundred ways I could have said something better, or things I should have mentioned.

But the rule I made for myself when I started this li’l number was to limit my editing. Some people have half a dozen posts going at once. Articles not yet ready for publishing. Well, this site isn’t a showpiece. More like a neatly collected stack of hurricane debris. Which I guess you could call art. Heh.

Shnykees. Speaking of hurricanes I think I may need to pay someone to clean my apartment. Then again I’d want to tidy up a bit before letting anyone loose on the joint, so I might as well just knuckle down and do it myself. Later. Friday maybe. Shut up! You don’ know! =P

Another strange observation. In both handwriting and blogging my paragraphs tend to be about four lines long. My speech has the same problem- cadence. Metered delivery. Not sure at all where I picked that up, but there it is. In radio they tell you to avoid that at all costs because it hypnotizes people. Puts them to sleep. Bores them.

What do those radio people know?

Hello? Hey! Wake up. I’m talkin’ here.

Anyway, I’m sorta caught up to a place with this festival sponsorship stuff where I can take a breath and refocus. For weeks I’ve been more or less just lost. Too many notes, nowhere near enough organization or time to get there. Now I have a nice working db and some hope of recruiting help. Hear that, you? I’m coming for help. But it means you get to be part of the fun, and I may even get you in to the wrap party which, I promise you, will be simply smashing, dahling.

Sponsorship, as long as we’re on the subject. If you know anyone or are connected in any way with an outfit that could use some high profile exposure, get in touch. We’ve got major sponsorship from the Q and the Zone (remind me to put those links up- I said I would) and we’re talking to CH and VI. Monday Magazine, I think, will have to step up to stay in the ring with these guys. The festival is three nights in September, three or four shows a night with 200 seats each. Last year’s pretty much sold out, and that was with hardly any advance coverage at all. This year we’ll be popping some hinges. All of which is to say that we’ve got some opportunity here for sponsors to get some sweet exposure.

Right now the most important thing on my plate is financing the air travel for the performers from Germany and Japan. Right after that is Regina & Edmonton, then Seattle and Vancouver. And I think I’m forgetting someone. Point is- that’s a lot of plane tickets. Travellers Inn is covering accommodation for everyone, so travel is the next big one. And right after that is the cost of trying to feed everyone for three days. And entertain them. Right now I’m trying to set up a brewery tour, and hopefully something forest-ish.

So if you have restaurant connections and they’d like some exposure, see if they’ll comp us some meal vouchers so we can feed these rabid humourists.

I’m looking for pretty much everything, actually. If I can get someone to sponsor the pens for the front-of-house staff, that’s one less thing we have to find the money for. And money is tight. We’re a registered non-profit society, don’t you know. Just some laughs and some pocket lint.

But enough about me. My traffic is spiking again and I want to know who the hell you all are. How did you find your way here? I apologize for the mess. I’m mid-renovations and shweet outta time for it. If you know some html and maybe some familiarity with Movable Type I could use the help.

And if you’ve recently tripped over $30 grand or so that’s coincidentally how much money we need to scrape together to throw the festival… and wouldn’t it feel good to share?

Is it only Tuesday? gah. I’m ready for the weekend already.

Not that I’m complaining. Life is good. The aliens have returned, and for the next few days until the professional debunkers debunk this particular video (the first from a legit military force) I’m just going to enjoy the invasion.

And this honey. Yum. Thanks Jesse.