Courting Sketchfest: 1/31. Storking Comedy @ Lost Weekend Video [5 Days Until Fest]
[“Thank you for your submission…” I’m done. I’ve paid my dues, finalized my information, and now I wait. 
CUT TO: Naked, crying facedown on my couch. A Harry Potter party — that I’m invited to — is rumbling below me but I’m too depressed to walk down the stairs of my apartment complex. 
PREVIOUSLY: “I got into Sketchfest,” said a respected peer. “I’m so excited for Sketchfest,” said a less-respected peer. My face is taut with a false smile. Facebook scrolls down filled with elations and congratulations, I recheck my e-mail, still devoid of… 
CUT TO: Naked, crying facedown on my couch. I’ve worked too hard. I’m too unique to be left out. Blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda; the cold front of my internal angst clashes with the hot front of prideful indignation. 
NOW: I’m performing at my first SF Sketchfest, at my own creation, at my favorite venue in the city. I’ve written an self-interview. I’ve made a Facebook event. I have a great line-up: Ever Mainard, Ivan Hernandez, Johnny Taylor, Cameron Vannini and Adam Newman. Still, afraid to celebrate because I’d hate to jinx, overhype, be bigger than my unassuming demeanor. Afraid to ask for help, love, committment, patronage, support, friendship or half the enthusiasm I give freely to any other creative mind. Afraid of the couch I’m currently sitting on. Click the link for tickets!]

Courting Sketchfest: 1/31. Storking Comedy @ Lost Weekend Video [5 Days Until Fest]

[“Thank you for your submission…” I’m done. I’ve paid my dues, finalized my information, and now I wait.

CUT TO: Naked, crying facedown on my couch. A Harry Potter party — that I’m invited to — is rumbling below me but I’m too depressed to walk down the stairs of my apartment complex.

PREVIOUSLY: “I got into Sketchfest,” said a respected peer. “I’m so excited for Sketchfest,” said a less-respected peer. My face is taut with a false smile. Facebook scrolls down filled with elations and congratulations, I recheck my e-mail, still devoid of…

CUT TO: Naked, crying facedown on my couch. I’ve worked too hard. I’m too unique to be left out. Blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda; the cold front of my internal angst clashes with the hot front of prideful indignation.

NOW: I’m performing at my first SF Sketchfest, at my own creation, at my favorite venue in the city. I’ve written an self-interview. I’ve made a Facebook event. I have a great line-up: Ever Mainard, Ivan Hernandez, Johnny Taylor, Cameron Vannini and Adam Newman. Still, afraid to celebrate because I’d hate to jinx, overhype, be bigger than my unassuming demeanor. Afraid to ask for help, love, committment, patronage, support, friendship or half the enthusiasm I give freely to any other creative mind. Afraid of the couch I’m currently sitting on. Click the link for tickets!]