Dreaming of a new gig

So i was in that half-awake state the other early morn... woken by my bladder, but tired and discombobulated enough to wonder if wetting the bed was really such a bad idea. I had been dreaming. And in the dream, I was making it as a stand up comic. I had put together a passable routine, and was hitting the open mic nights, and was forging a brave new career. And kinda present over the whole thing was this concept was...wow... hear it is, I am really good at this and I have finally found my true calling. The dream carried over - as they are sometimes want to do, and I was still swimming in it as I rose to clumsily void my bladder in the grey twilight of 5 am. for the next several minutes, I thought about the dream, and the whole experience seemed as though I had been given a gift. I returned to bed and lay half awake pulling jokes from my dream-state bits and thinking "wow, ya know, that stuff is pretty funny - I should totally start doing stand up comedy." As I drifted back off to sleep, I was completely determined to try my hand at stand up, starting with the bits that my dream-self had so wonderfully packaged up and presented to me.

Anyway, I fell back to sleep for an hour, and when the alarm went off and I got rolling into the day the comedy stuff was quickly swept away by quick mental lists of things I had to accomplish that day... deadlines, commitments, meetings, proposals and whatnot. And then the dream came rushing back in the sobriety of full-wakefulness I had to acknowledge that - not only were the 'dream jokes' not funny - they weren't even really jokes. It was just bullshit dream mish mash. No friggin way was I going to start doing open mic nights.

So maybe I'll start a blog

My buddy Daniel began blogging with some great regularity several years ago - which I thought was rather admirable. Kind of like when you hear that someone has started a diet... you know it would be a good thing if you did it as well, and the goal is one you share, but you can't really be bothered to stop eating potato chips. But I have continued to think about it and every once in a while I head over to Dan's blog and read through it a bit, and then I almost talk myself into establishing some similar kinda writing discipline for myself. But then I stumble upon an article like this: http://www.netwriting.co.uk/2007/06/16/top-10-reasons-not-to-write-a-blog-post/ and it takes the wind out of my sails a bit.

But I was doing some work with jquery this morning, and I was exploring using this cool javascript sound manager 2 to build into a new discography module. And I had grabbed a couple bees songs (or silver seas now, I guess) to mess about with as I was trying digfferent setups... which meant I listened to imaginary girl 8-10 times, which led me over to danny's blog, and then the jquery page crashed, so I thought I might finally start a blog.

We'll see how this goes.