in austin

never mind the fact that it was 85 degrees and partially sunny today and something like wind chill 9 in my satellite home of chicago. i try not to think of the wintery hell i have to greet me when i arrive home in a few days, but it's impossible. every once in a while, my life enters limbo, where i'm cruising, hanging out waiting for something big to happen. planning for the next big thing. for a while it was getting out of high school and moving on to college. and then when that was lamish, it was finishing that. eventually it was biding my time waiting to move to chicago. now i'm coasting awaiting a brief move home to austin which will give me time to settle in and bide for a move to Los Angeles. when i get there, i'll probably be coasting until I decide to throw in the towel and come back to Austin for good. i'm not sure if this is unhealthy for me though. sometimes i come up with my greatest ideas when i feel like i have nothing to lose. i need to take more chances in general but coming back to austin is going to be an intense time for creative juiceflow. i've already toyed with throwing my hat in the ring on a local fronterafest monologue show (something a bit dramatic, highly a stretch for me.), and i've convinced one of my best friends and performing compatriots to do a two man scripted show with me over the summer i'll be here. i'm also going to do whatever i can including (SHUDDER) cold calls to put together enough of a tour in southern california for the cupholders to sustain that end of my business. i hope i'm not just procrastinating doing great things in the midst of cruising and carrying out mediocre to alright things. of course when you look at things in general, the future always looks great, the present is always not as great as you thought it would be, and the past is the coolest thing that ever happened to you. i wonder why that is...

-on a separate note-
what is up with the multiple kids movie and TV craze? first there was the brady bunch, six kids? no way. then, the movie parenthood with steve martin. then, just the ten of us. eight kids for one hack comedian to take care of? impossibly wacky! then of course another steve martin movie where he had something like 9 kids and worked as a college football coach, so he had the team to take care of, too. now, they've really pushed the limits with some new dennis quaid (i think) flic. "who would possibly be interested in marrying a man with ten kids? only a woman with eight of her own." <(RECORD SCRATCH.) ensuing clips of kids destroying a mansion>
this is really ridiculous but i can't wait until i see this preview.
"How many kids does it take to change kevin spacey's lightbulb?"
"All of them."
"They'll have to figure out a way to save their Dad's marriage if they want to keep from being picked off one by one by Tom Berenger.
"What happened to Kunal?"
"We can't save Dad's marriage now. There's only 36 of us."
etc, etc.
It just needs to stop or get even worse.
"She's the first lady. But her first baby was not her last. And now her 573,000 kids are painting the White House red. Just the 573,002 of Us starring Elaine Boosler."

is it just me?
probably.

b