Embarker. Journey.

Growing up I never pursued anything of the "arts" ... Partially because I thought that I was to only be interested in things like sports and video games, partially because I assigned people's (like my parents, my friends) expectations of me, as well as their resulting reactions to the things that I did.

I could have pursued whatever the fuck I wanted - however, I did not.

Time passed, as it will, and I realized that I had a desire to pursue some sort of drama, comedy, entertaining, etc.

I lived in LA for 2.5 years - Would've been a good opportunity. But oh well.

Here I am ... 26 years of age, living in Seattle and the time is right. I'm inside of an hour of showing up for the first of 8 (i believe) introduction to Improv classes.

Am I excited? You fucking betcha.

I shall try to document the whole thing. We know this wont happen.

Fuck April Fools Day.

It is not fun. Plain and simple. Not saying I fall victim often, but it happens.

Case-in-point:



http://www.thinkgeek.com/stuff/41/tauntaun.html

That's right, you can provide your child (or small adult, maybe korean, friend) with the opportunity to sleep inside their very own Tauntaun!

Or so I thought ...

Upon clicking thru, en route to actually purchasing the damn thing ... I find it is but a joke. Womp.

Naturally, I crafted the following email to the customer service team over at Think Geek:

Rat Bastards:

The wittier-than-usual product copy was the second clue I should've picked up on (#1: the product exuded cool in a way that definitely exceeds your MO)...

It wasn't until clicking thru, in hopes of buying, that I found out the TaunTaun sleeping bag was sham!

Congrats, jokesters. You broke my heart and failed to take my money.

Make this product - I'll buy it. Shit, the demand will far exceed the production (but probably not the license, eh?).

fucking hating april fools,

-n