cash ebb reupdate

muppets became sesame street and then turned into nothing at all.
$0.00

looks like i might have a monday night edit loading session coming up though. that may be some money. probably not.

i've officially re-retired from the coat room, turning down tonight's offer to handle the banana republic coats of this evening's new jersey drunkards.

POSITIVE THINGS

comedy central meeting was SO GOOD. they will maybe give me money to make one of my ridiculous shows. now to actually write them. i'm just worried that i'm not funny, but anyone willing to open a pitch meeting with a reality show where people portray animals has to be at least a little bit funny, right?

the burger people are flying up from tennessee next week to hopefully fork over the cash for our majestic and thrilling show on eating said americana.

showtime is seeing us this week about our adoption epic. a second meeting is only a good thing and so...

now i just have to write the dead people thing for them by monday morning and write really funny things for the ha-ha channel at the same time.

"...and then she died, the fourth in her family to succumb to an astrocytoma brain tumor."
"Right, but then the pig-girl knocked over the trough and chicken-boy had a hissy fit. They lost the event and Tracy Morgan was fucking pissed. He slapped himself and then, staring at pig-girl, pointed to his own face and said, 'That was you, in my mind.'"

see. not funny.

and shit, i forgot all about mexico. i have to write that too.

but i did dance on wednesday, have a fun dinner with my dad on thursday, ride my skateboard on friday, and see my friend's movie premiere at the tribeca fest on tuesday. i shook david cox-arquette's hand even though he was sporting a faux-hawk.