Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

My friend Ninja Steve recently showed me an online one-time episode of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

I was both mesmerized and extremely amused.

The mini-show was birthed by Buffy the Vampire Slayer's creator Joss Whedon during the recent writers strike.

Whedon explains his strange concoction of comic book and musical:

"More than a year ago — one of those vague ideas that float around in my head — I thought it would be fun to do a sort of podcast musical diary of myself as a supervillain. Then, during the [writers'] strike, everybody said ''Okay, I guess we have to create Internet content, to show that it can be done, sans studio,'' which also involved the desire to do something other than picketing. The Guild, [Felicia Day's] web show, was an inspiration."

The cast is a mish-mosh of Whedon favorites, like Nathan Fillion (Firefly), and virtually unknowns -- such as the opitomy-of-cute-yet-awkward Felicia Day.

If you trust me, I urge you, observe Dr. Horrible:

Windy City Wanderers

I write this blog with my shoulders slumped and my eyelids drooping too the floor due to my new, fuller schedule -- which doesn't factor in the human need for sleep. My bad.

The good news is, I now have a new day job.
The bad news is, I haven't quite figured out how to balance this new opportunity with my bartending job at night -- not to mention my social life (or lack-there-of).

But enough about the hardships of being young and debtfull (haha).

I shouldn't call my new gig so much a new "day job" as much as a new "venture". I've started a personal assistant businesses where I help entrepreneur's organize their paperwork, contacts, day-to-day activities, calendars, etc...

I've already been doing some work for my Mom's organization, SuccessfulYou, Inc. , and have just started a new position as the executive assistant/personal assistant to the CEO at WCWFC.

Windy City Wanderers is one of Chicago's largest soccer organizations. Run by Matt Rosine from Brighton, England, WCW has grown to dominate the amateur soccer scene in The Windy City.

Those who know me are saying: "What? You? In the sports industry? -- you can't even catch a frickin' frisbee!" I know -- and I'm ignoring you -- I was bored.

Since I'm the first paid employee of WCW, Matt and I have been beating out the exact details of my position. Basically we've concluded that he wants me to run the day-to-day affairs of WCW as well as act as a liason between him and -- well -- everyone else. This will allow him the freedom to pursue other ventures, and also focus on the growth of WCW from behind the scenes.

The job is jam-packed with activity and has an intense work-load -- but at the same time there's opportunity for growth and lots of available side-projects for extra income. My first week has been a combination of learning the inside operations of the organization, and organizing Matt's chaos. :-)

So while this blog entry was a bit more low-key than my usual banter -- and update was in order. Hopefully things will settle into a nice flow of day-job-night-job-sleep-when-you-can and routine will stay far, far away.

Kumquat's on Abortion

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As a rule, I generally don't follow many blogs besides those of my close friends -- and as many of my close friends don't even blog I have less of a time-conflict. If I read everyone's blog in the world, I wouldn't even have time to take a poo.

One blog that I do follow however is that of Amanda Palmer. Amanda is an independent artist and musician who generally does whatever the hell she wants with a blatant disregard for the rules. Even better -- she does it all with valid and supported reasons. One of her recent songs, Oasis, has come under incredible scrutiny from the FCC and BBC, and many stations refuse to air the song. The song makes light of some very serious subjects including rape and abortion. The tongue-in-cheek lyrics are matched with an upbeat, carnival-type tune -- the piece is fun and humorous. Well, not humorous to some it would seem.

Amanda's argument is that if you don't make light of all the darkness in the world -- then the darkness will win; it will take over. A valid point. Amanda argues that if the song was set to melancholy tune with a sad, lilting piano, the critics might not have had an issue. I love her thorough and very honest argument on the subject. Click here to read the blog.

Anyhoo, at a recent show in London, Amanda decided to attempt this sad, heartfelt version of Oasis. If you have 15 minutes, I recommend the two videos below. The first video is the music video, the original Oasis. The second video is Amanda's performance in London.

Oasis Music Video



Oasis performed in London





Amanda Palmer: "If you cannot sense the irony in this song, you're about two intelligence points above a kumquat"

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Champagn Wishes and Caviar Dreams

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As I've recently graduated from college, I've realized a few things.
I've made some mistakes.
Obviously -- well it's obvious to me anyway -- not all these mistakes are related to school. Although, since my educational career was the main focus of my last several years -- my decisions in that time tend to stand out.
First, I've realized that I just don't have a desire to pursue a career in Public Relations (my studied major). It's not that I don't find PR fascinating, or have a lack of respect for the industry; it's just that I can't envision myself as a PR Professional. This has nothing to do with the Marketing Department at Columbia I should note. On the contrary, the diverse professors and very wide array of classes are both enjoyable and practical.

Maybe it's my own fear of incompetency that's weeding into my subconscious, shoving feelings of misdirection to the forefront of my attention. Whatever the source of this self-delusion may be, I feel that this choice is a mistake. Whether it's true or not may be irrelevant -- I haven't quite decided.

Instead I feel I should have studied either journalism, or something more concrete -- like medicine. Of course, my desire for the knowledge of a concrete expertise such as medicine or law is purely monetary (and perhaps a plea for the bliss of simplicity). This type of education follows a transparent path to a comfortable living. Observe:

1. Study Medicine
2. Intern at Hospital
3. Apply for Position
4. Save the world from disease while cashing large checks and dodging lawsuits

If further advancement is desired -- see step 5).......opening your own medicine practice.

My other choice would have been journalism. This has less to do with securing a financially comfortable future, and more to do with my love and fascination of the world of writing. From a very young age, I loved to read. I read everything -- from Sci-fi/Fantasy to Personal Development (whooo! Go Dale Carnegie!) I also see the many doors these skills can open for me. Every industry needs journalists. Travel, Food/Beverage, Law, Politics, Science, etc...

So as I reach this limit of stagnancy in my life, which direction do I take?

Well, to be honest, my dream job of all dream jobs would be to host my own travel show on the Travel Channel. I can't think of anything better than that, short of king-of-the-world, -- or perhaps being the presidential pooch. But as I'm not quite sure how to accomplish that ambitious objective yet, I see myself with several options:

1. Go back to school
   
2. Use the degree I have in Public Relations
3. Make my own way

Since I'm already $15,000 in debt, option #1 looks a little bleak right now -- and since I'm highly unmotivated to pursue option #2 (and I don't believe in half-ass ambitions), option #3 looks pretty tasty.

The real question is where to start. I know many people that are extremely successful in multi-level-marketing businesses (such as my Mom), and I could always bank on scoring some strange and exotic position with a successful individual. (wow that sounds interesting).

Taking in consideration that I have no idea what I want to do besides travel and be extremely successful in whatever I do -- the world is lookin' mighty big. This is the point where I wistfully sigh and wish I had more blog-followers to offer friendly -- if highly opinionated -- advice.

That decision will have to wait for another day. Champagne is a bad choice for undoing mistakes.

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