So I’ve been giving Fahnon Bennett a lot of shit.

Fahnon is currently starting his own empire (seems he didn’t want to be my sidekick in BcCo. Whateva) and I’m pyched about it. But he’s been busy with work and shit and when he gets home he doesn’t want to start working all over again, he wants to relax.

But that doesn’t build empires.

So I’ve been berating him every night. Every time he doesn’t do the scheduled 3 hours of work he’s supposed to do I will rip him a new one. My favorite term for him is ‘Sack of Shit’ cause it sounds so mean. Jesus. To be called a useless sack of shit has to sting. I know I don’t want to be called that.

I don’t know if its going to actually work. The whole yelling and being an absolute prick. I think I’m giving him such shit cause I’m not doing what I think I should be doing. I’ve been hiding behind a thin vale of mediocrity with the whole Brooklyn Comedy Company thing. I’m all ‘Well I’m producing, I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to work on material like I use to.’ I know I should be doing it, and if I practiced any decent level of time management I’d get it done. But not I, said his breaziness. I like to be mediocre. Not bad at what I do, but juuuuuust passing.

Bleh.

Working on some new material though. I’m going to the old corporation I used to work for to do a set in 2 weeks. That should be amusing. I’m going basically to have fun making jokes about the job. I sooo don’t work there so I don’t care about the consequences. So I get to let loose some of that pent up hostility that I’ve been harboring.

So tonight i saw part of Clerks.

I’ve seen Clerks before. I liked it. And it makes me want to get my ass in the script writing seat. Between Clerks and Wicked I’m completely feeling like I need to get writing. Chop Chop. So ladies and gentlemen, I announce the start of my nameless project (it has a name, I just ain’t tellin’ you bitches) I have written the first 3 pages of my script and I’m feeling GREAT. I only got, what a hundred or so pages left?

Okay, I quit.

Kidding, KIDDING, sheesh.

Yes, I’m reaching into the deep caverns of my mind and trying to pull out decent story. I’m going to tap the resources of the BcCo database of comedians for extra’s and feature parts for this thing. I’m totally shooting it. It may look like ass, but its gonna get done. I’m going to have a full fledge movie and submit that bitch into as many festivals as possible. We’ll see what happens. I’m just happy to be working on it. As if I don’t have enough shit to do regularly. 4/4 is counting down people. The premiere of Ladies First is fast approaching.

My stomach all of a sudden starting hurting.

I think I’m nervous about it. I’m just hoping it goes all well. We shall find out shant we?

Wait a sec. Am I allowed to rock “shant” in that context? It felt right in my flow of speech, but I just realized it may be incorectly used. Oh well. Its used now. If its incorrect, give it a few years. If I use it enough, other people will make the same mistake and next thing you know, the dictionary will change its original meaning to fit the will of the people. KNOW THAT IT WAS MY WILL, DAMNIT, THAT changed its usage!

Unless its used right. Then I’m just shuttin’ my yap.

batman out.

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