50,000 Monkeys at 50,000 Typewriters Can't Be Wrong
To quote Homer Simpson, “Now we play ‘the waiting game’…awww, waiting game sucks! Let’s play Hungy Hungry Hippos!”
Since I don’t yet know what the results of the audition are (if it’s killing you, imagine what it’s doing to me!), and I don’t have Hungy Hungry Hippos, you can read this super cool interview I did with BBSpot while you wait.
Read slowly. It may take a day or three until I hear something.
Minky Boodle!!
Wow. What a day.
Short story: I killed. I felt the mojo, and it was good. I won’t know anything until sometime tomorrow, at the earliest.
RFB is off the air because my computer was acting strange, and required a reboot and a silicon enema.
Long story: coming soon.
Last week, I put out a plea for some vibes, mojo, good thoughts, tantric chanting, or whatever anyone felt they could throw my way, because I had an extremely important audition.
I said that if it worked, I would have the coolest story, ever, to tell.
I am the most skeptical person you could ever meet, but I swear, I felt mojo coming my way when I needed it most, and I was relaxed, funny, charming, and all the things I needed to be on my audition.
I don’t let myself get too high or too low about auditions. As I’ve said before, being the best actor usually isn’t what gets an actor the job. There are so many factors that I can’t control, that I just focus on doing my best read, or having my best possible meeting. For me, a successful audition isn’t necessarily one where I get the job. It’s one where I leave the room, knowing that I was the best I can be.
So, having said all that, I can tell you that your mojo and vibes, and all that worked, because I was walking on air when I left that room, and every time the phone rang, I was excited that it would be my agent telling me that I’d been hired.
But the phone call that came was not that I’d been hired, but that they were bringing me back one more time, to perform again, and this time it was between me and one other person.
So here I am, putting out yet another plea for mojo, vibes, good thoughts, voodo dances, or whatever you’d care to send my way.
My final, final, final callback is today, at 3PM.
So, if you can, please send mojo between 3 and 4:30 PM PDT, and I will give up all the details of the project, the audition process, and all that, later on today.
So I’m reading my favorite internet hack just now, and I discover that, alas, Rush Limbaugh is deaf.
Mr. Objectivity calls Rush “the world’s most-listened to voice”.
Yipe.
But I don’t really care about that…here’s the quote that inspired me to post:
“President Bush expressed personal concern about Limbaugh’s condition with senior staff late Monday afternoon.
‘The president noted Rush Limbaugh is a national treasure,’ one senior White House staffer said.”
That’s right. Rush Limbaugh is our national treasure.
What?
The Lincoln Memorial…Rush Limbaugh.
Mount Rushmore…Rush Limbaugh.
Our Indefatiguable American Spirit…Rush Limbaugh.
Spudnuts…Rush Limbaugh.
Once again, Curious George shows his brilliance. He really needs to stop showing up to work high, methinks.
The response to the online store at CafePress has been pretty good. I think that having an online store is a great way for people to support the site, and get something that is (hopefully) cool in return, so I’ll go ahead and make a full-blown store here.
Since it is so much damn work to build the store, I’ve created an online poll, to find out what, if anything, people would be interested in having.
I’m also getting closer and closer to the removal of the frameset, but my knowledge of.php is pretty lame, so it’s taking much longer than I’d like. The current problem I’m having is this: I want to have a simple navbar on the left side, as a SSI (like navbar.php). The problem is, I can’t get it to have it’s own CSS. I want the navigation links to never change, and I can not, for the life of me, figure out how to get that one cell to have it’s own style properties. If you know how to do it, please reply in the comments, and you’ll have my eternal gratitude.