Annie Sertich likes to give me shit about blogging. She's one of the funniest women (onstage and off) that you'll ever meet, and she's currently one of the standouts in the Acme show we're doing on Saturday nights. Last week after the show, a gang of us hung out, drank some beer and shot the shit. It's what I've missed the most about theatre; the camaraderie and the feeling of being a cast member. After the show is almost as much fun as during the show.
Anyway, this past Saturday, Annie launched off into a hilarious rant on blogging. I bet her that she'd end up here anyway (Thus the busted thing.) Of course, she did end up here, and wasted no time hazing me via e-mail:
Dear Blog,
Now that I have been "busted," I wonder when the nerd
police are gonna come take me to nerd jail. Boy oh
boy, I've heard BAD things about nerd jail...only 5
minutes of Internet access a day! Can you believe it
Blog? Me neither. I better get my fill of Internet
poker and go fish. (By the way, I won 100 bucks last
night in a nasty game of solitaire with some joker in
Torrence. "Cha-ching!" Have you heard that phrase
Blog? "Cha-ching?" Yeah, it's pretty new. I'm gonna
bring it to nerd jail and make the other inmates shit
their pants with my coolness).
Ok Blog. I gotta go work on my G7 Mac Panther MSDOS
machine with underscore dock preferences.
Boo-bitty-boo-boo-bing-bing-sound effect-sound
effect...
Signed,
Me.
elbow and...
Send.
Oh, quick thoughts:
1. I love hot pockets.
2. Check out the song Mr. Jones by Counting Crows.
It's cutting edge.
3. Shane Nickerson, if you are reading this, you are
busted to INFINITY.
(I can't write the infinity sign because Yahoo doesn't
have symbols. Stupid Yahoo. Maybe I can invent
something while in nerd jail. Good thinking Blog.
You're the best).
You win this round Annie.
You win this round.
