I can’t believe how busy I’ve been, and how amazingly fun being scarily busy can be. When you spend more than 40 hours a week working at a job you better love it, and while it’s not all sunshine and roses, it’s quite nice that most of the gig isn’t painful. I’ve got some filming gigs coming up, too, that make all that I’m doing worthwhile, as they allow me to be a visionary in the fullest sense of the word, and not worry too much about another person’s issues. I, however, am starting to have my own issues as I can’t say everything that I’m doing and that drives me batty. I just with that there was less of “The Sopranos” in the business of gay Houston. It’s rather annoying, to say the least.
I have, however, decided that I will be doing some more comedy this year, and I hope to change from just doing some basic stand-up to doing a few contests and maybe, if luck and my funnybone stick, getting a gig or two from it. I want to be a comedian, I want a talk-show and frankly, I know that I can outdo most of the people on air now – just not Oprah, Dave or Jay. Yet. (In the case of Oprah, probably not ever, but only because I wouldn’t bother to care if someone made up parts of their drug-addled past as, let’s all say it with me, HE WAS ON DRUGS! He might not have a clear recollection of the past. Imagine it. Drugs causing impairment and reducing your memory’s ability to function. IM. FUCKIN’. MAGINE!)
But we do love Oprah. Really. And yes, we know that Babs painted her mic white.