I continue to work with Politipod, usually as voice talent.
Last night, I joined the assembled for a live script read through. Three or four scripts, some light discussion, and lots of laughs. They’re a good group, I should do more with them.
I have an idea for a sketch script: it’s a satire of the film “Taken,” with Liam Neeson, except that Donald Trump plays Neeson, the only, distant, telephonic support to Alan Weisselberg, Trump’s former accountant, currently playing the role of the about-to-be-inevitably-snatched daughter, and Feds play the part of the impending “Taking.”
“Listen to me,” drones nasally, sniffly Donald: “I don’t have money – okay, I have money, but it’s mine and you can’t have it, under any circumstances.
And I don’t have any particular set of skills. But what I do have… where was I? I got bored…”
It cracks me up, there must be something funny in there.
Holy cats, what a month it’s been! Let’s catch up!
First off, I got a new job. I am in an administrative position at an industrial supplier in the area. The people are pretty great. It’s good to be there.
And…! I continue to write and record and edit with Politipod. I’ve got a sheaf of new scripts that need voicing… Oh, and also, it’s through them I’ve recently gained access to some Dylan Brody writing classes and other resources. How exciting, I’m lucky to be amongst them.
What’s more, I have new opportunities on the horizon, and not all of them I can talk about just yet! But I’m more excited about the near future than I have been in a long time!
One opportunity I can talk about is a meeting I have next week with Lodi’s most handsome, well-traveled guitarist/flautist/awesome fella, Levi Huffman! He’s got new gigs, new ideas, and new needs for his online presence! What…! I’ve got some ideas of my own!
He is a kick in the pants to work with, and hey, he even has a gig this weekend! Maybe I’ll see you there!
I am happy to mention I have written a new bit of political sketch comedy, a script for the Politipod podcast called “Death is 2020,” where the “2020 baby” is revealed to be none other than the Grim Reaper himself.
I almost didn’t write the darn thing, at all. I had gone to bed last night knowing I hadn’t written nearly enough on it, with the following day being the deadline. I could feel myself slouching to inaction, but I had nothing to give it.
Up with the damned cat at 3:30 a.m., I finally sat down and promised myself some kind of cookie if would just sit for 30 minutes and push effort. So I got my coffee, sat down at the keyboard and… the laptop crashed. Like, froze, then I rebooted and twice it told me that I need to “reseat the memory.” Ay, that ain’t good. #Setback
Luckily, I have an old laptop to rely upon, so I slapped it on the desk, and pressed on.
I had about 167 words, the nugget of the idea: a newscaster loses his shit as he recaps December, 2020, and calls upon the spirit of the year 2020 to account for itself. It’s revealed to be Death, through a humorous turn of Ecclesiastic events.
Anyway. within an hour I was pleased to have dumped the newscaster idea, made him Trump and tripled the word count to the desired goal, while stuffing the thing like a mattress with jokes.
I’ll try to post the episode once it’s produced and posted. 🙂