Here is my entry for the Mysterious Universe Fake Whistleblower Contest. Mysterious Universe is a top-notch podcast examining stories of the bizarre, unexplained, and paranormal hosted by Benjamin Grundy and Aaron Wright. They are currently holding a contest for the best “fake whistleblower,” i.e. someone who comes out of the shadows and divulges top secret information. The winner receives a salt lamp.
Entries from February 2010 ↓
Mysterious Universe Fake Whistleblower Contest: The Men in Brown
February 27th, 2010 — Jeremiah's Characters, My Crackpot Theories, video
Jeremiah Stand-Up: Lost
February 19th, 2010 — Acting Diary, Rants, video
Here I am making fun of Lost at another SuperEgo open mic.
My Newest Character: Larry the Political Partisan Trauma Surgeon Who Had a Rough Weekend
February 15th, 2010 — Jeremiah's Characters, video
The First Song of My First Musical
February 13th, 2010 — Acting Diary, Audio, The Temp Writes a Musical
I'm Really Nervous About Making Travel Arrangements for This Man I Don't Know: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadHere is the first song of my forthcoming first musical. I have no musical or songwriting ability but I do have Garageband.
This song is entitled “I’m Really Nervous Making Travel Arrangements for This Man I Don’t Know.”
Stay tuned for the rest of the musical.
President Obama, Insult Comic
February 5th, 2010 — Acting Diary, Jeremiah's Characters, Performing, video
I saw some of President Obama’s recent roast of the Republican Party and thought he came off as a seasoned Insult Comic. Here’s my impression.
Where do you see yourself in five years?
February 5th, 2010 — Acting Diary, Performing, Rants, video
Here’s a second draft of my soon to be classic Job Interview Stand-Up Bit.
Concert Review: The Performance in the Adjacent Bathroom Stall
February 3rd, 2010 — Prose
This past Tuesday, I was fortunate enough to stumble across an unpublicized concert conducted by a master of the craft in the adjacent men’s room stall at work. As I sat minding my own business, as it were, I was entertained by the most august sounds of broken wind I have ever encountered. One of the compositions lasted a decibel shattering two minutes. The sound was not unique, but well executed bringing to mind a squeaky trombone peppered with the occasional whisper of relief or grunt of despair.
I wanted to stay for the whole performance but, regrettably, eight minutes had passed and I needed to return to my desk. And I did so with nothing but praise for the tunes that had been blown in stall number two.
If you have a chance to visit my men’s room at work, I suggest showing up at 1:25 p.m., and stake out a spot before the crowds. Perhaps bring a blanket and some wine. At around 1:45 p.m. the Maestro takes to the can.
