New Choice

I’m doing Improv tonight at ACME. If you’re in Hollywood (or within reasonable driving distance) and you wanna see the comedy stylings of one Wil Wheaton and his good friend J. Keith vanStraaten, you should come out and see us.
Or not. I don’t care. I’m not the boss of you.
I haven’t performed since we did the EarnestBorg9 show at the Grand Slam Convention in Pasadena a few months ago . . . so I’m a little bit nervous. I’ve been playing warm-up games with myself all morning.
(Did I just admit to playing with myself?)
NEW CHOICE!
(Did I leave the coffee pot on?)
NEW CHOICE!
(If I ran down the street in just my robe, how far would I get before somone called the cops?)
NEW CHOICE!
(That fucking gardener is out there trying to kill my lawn again. I’ll sic the gnome on him! That’ll fix him good!)
. . .
Yeah, so I have to go release the Gnomes, and keep practicing. I hope I get funny by 10PM.