It’s been a year since we started working on the film “Show Me.”  One year.  Kind of awesome.  Time flies.  And it’s not done yet.  Nearing the end of the post-production phase.  And then the marketing/festival circuit phase.  And then the world domination phase.  Pretty amazing to think that a little thing can grow so big.  It’s out of diapers, it’s walking, and talking, and pretty soon it’s going to start driving and dating men named “Tyrell.”

Shooting a film tomorrow.  And I couldn’t be more excited about it without exploding.  It’s been a long time coming, but I think everyone’s ready to do this thing.  Fantastic people working on this film.  Director Dave Schneider.  Producers Michelle Gardner and Todd Sharp.  It’s grown from a tiny skit into a fully-thought-out short.  The potential is tremendous for the film and for everyone involved.  Been a longtime idea of mine to do a ventriloquism movie, and have it actually done in-camera.  And have the material be not for the kiddies.  Yes, not a new idea, necessarily, but with the work I’ve been doing on my solo stage show, VENT, I wanted to put that spin on things.  Whatever that is.  Thank goodness I know some cool people who were willing to collaborate with me and made this thing a reality.  Pushing to get the script done, and getting it laser-focused — thank you, Michelle.  It’s stronger than it ever would have been had I not had your input.  And thank you Dave and Paulie and Todd for putting in more creepy.  It’s an exciting and viceral script.  And therefore scary (for me to do).  But then again, I wrote the thing, so I have nobody to blame but myself.  What was I thinking?

I’ve signed up for the First Annual Hollywood Fringe Festival.  Doing a little ventriloquism piece.  Check it out here.  It’s scary.  For me, I mean.  I have some time to finesse it, to focus it…to write it.  But not a lot of time.  I’ve done 10 minute sets before, building a routine.  But this is the first time it’s going to be longer.  Much longer.  40 minutes.  And the fact that it’s going to be me on that little Theatre of NOTE stage, and the vulnerability that comes with that…frightens me.  Which is why I have to do it.  Wish me luck.  And cover me–I’m goin’ in.

Ok, time to start this blog.  Let you all in on a little bit of how I think, um…my hopes and dreams…uh…ohwhoamikidding?  The only people who will be reading this are my parents.  Which I’m not saying is a bad thing.  I didn’t mean to imply that.  I love my parents.  They’re incredibly supportive and kind.  I know it sounds like it’s a lame thing to “only” have my parents reading my blog.  I would HOPE that they would read my blog.  I would HOPE that they’d be interested enough in their son that they’d read anything and everything about him.  I know I feel that way about my daughter.  Though she doesn’t have a blog.  At least to my knowledge.  For all I know she could have a blog.  She’s definitely smart enough at 3 to have her own clothing line and talk show.  But then I don’t want her to go into this business.  Not my first choice for her.  Not that it’s really my decision, when you get down to it.  I’m kind of a believer that she chose us as parents.  And we’re the luckiest parents in the world, as all parents I’m sure feel they are.  It’s kind of what life is all about.  Loving and being loved.  Being grateful for what you have, and playing the cards that you’re dealt.  I’ve gone off on a tangent here.  Let’s bring it back to me.  Um…  Hi Mom.  Hi Dad.  Thank you both for reading this.