Not I.

I thought you might want to see what I see in the mirror when I wake up. I know what you're thinking...

...my hair never gets that long, and it doesn't, but it's definitely just as messy. But seriously though, I do look that good.

I don't particularly like writing about what I think or do because that suggests that I have some level of introspection, and I don't want to suggest that. So, for right now, you can think of me as a dribbling fool who doesn't really think much. It will be better for both of us.

Onto the matter at hand, I need to catch up to Rob's volume of posts (and pictures), and the only way to do that is to crank them out faster than I can think of what to crank into them. So here-a-go's my cranking...

Over the past couple of months, a couple of major changes have steered me in a different direction than I thought I was headed. And so I relay them:

First of all....I dropped all of my classes in an attempt to have enough free time to best Rob in this battle of being more interesting. Seriously though, I landed an internship with a great company here in Austin and now work a refreshing 9-5 to job!

Second of all...I've become a comic. For better or worse, I find myself on the seedy underbelly of Austin's unprofessionalized comedy scene. I'm being taught by improvisor and local Austin comic, Andy Crouch, as well as professional comic writer and stand-up comedian, Dan French. But I still haven't found the will and/or confidence to perform at an open-mic night. Don't rush me, I'm metamorphosizing into a comic butterfly.

I don't want to go into detail on either of those topics for now, I'll leave it for another post, another time. But for now, if you haven't checked out Rob's blog yet, do it, do it. www.movementatitsfinest.blogspot.com. It's pretty dense and phil-o-so-phi-cal. I'm not at smart as him*, so I don't write with such eloquence. I've read all of Rob's posts, and they don't mention me. We can assume that he's ignoring me in his own best interests, so as not to bring any attention to my worldly adventures. My worldy adventures are so interesting and important that after reading about them, every other man would tremble in his own inadequacy. Rob's blog doesn't make me tremble, but it does kinda make me twitch.

So, this post didn't have much substance, but it did have a picture of Rambo. And that's all that really matters.

*In case you were wondering, we proved Rob's intellectual superiority with an online IQ test on which he scored two points higher than myself, scoring a 74.

I know, I know, stop looking at me like that...

So I've been sitting with an empty blog post on my computer for a good month now, not knowing what to write about, thinking to myself that Rob probably forgot about his blog as well. Well several days ago, I took a look at his blog (check it out at www.movementatitsfinest.blogspot.com) and, needless to say, he hasn't forgotten about his blog. I was taken aback. He's had about five posts so far, all of which sound interesting. And then I though to myself...

...if I, instead of saying Austin, said Rome, and instead of my room, said my villa, I too could post something on the same level of interesting as Rob has already. SO here it goes...

I've just started exploring Rome and all of it's ancient niches. I've begun to explore the downtown nightlife and have found a limitless supply of life on every street corner. As I sit here in my villa, it feels as if Rome's heartbeat is pulsing in my soul and I pray that I can find...

..so I can't write like that. That's Rob and his ver-nac-u-lar, not mine. So from here on out, I'll regale you with my own type of speak, and I hope it's good enough for you.

Over this past summer, I joined an improvisational comedy class at a small theatre/coffee shop called the Hideout Theatre in downtown Austin. The theatre sits on the second floor of this small piece of real estate and barely has enough room for a crowd. The class itself really sharpens comedic thought in a fast-paced, yet relaxed, atmosphere. For me, it's pretty incredible to finally be in an environment where people expect you to be funny, instead of constantly thinking about joking around but never really having the proper outlet to do so.

So in the middle of taking this improv class, I saw an add for a stand-up comedy class in East Austin at the New Movement Theatre. At this point, I thought to myself, "Two comedy classes? Really? What are you trying to do?" I really didn't have an answer for myself, and so I signed up for it. On Tuesday nights now, I visit an even smaller piece of real estate in a space that definately doesn't have room for a crowd. But here, I find myself more in my element. I find myself ready to be blinded by the spotlight.

So I'm in the middle of taking two separate comedy classes with radically different philosophies on comedy. On one hand, I'm told to improvise every sentence and on the other, I'm advised to heavily script several minutes of time in which I've planned out every last syllable and raised eyebrow. It's refreshing and exciting. It keeps my heart rate up and makes me uncomfortable. I like it.

It's great to say that after each class I feel invigorated. I feel like I can jump out onto the comedy scene in Austin, the first stop on a yellow-brick road that's leading me straight to fame and fortune, haha. But that's not really what I think about. To tell you the truth, I think more about how I never have enough time to play the piano and how my roommates don't clean their dishes or the kitchen counter. So chalk these first few weeks up for Rob, because I'm still trying to figure this interesting competition-thing out.