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Hi people who read this.
And to those of you who do, I apologize for the snark-i-ness of my last post.
I think Drunk blogging can be dangerous.
I overreacted, and wished I hadn't deleted the rant about how much I dislike those facebook quizzes.
Meanwhile:

Stop! Update time!

I have been without interweb the last few days due to moving all of my stuff out of The Haunted Mansion.
2700 Pillsbury Avenue South #1 hosted my last REM cycle last night. Although I was too exhausted to remember any of the dreams I had. I can only assume they were epic, and filled with adventure and loads of 1980's sitcom star cameos, which is the norm.
For me, at least.

So Andy Brynildson has a lot of stuff. More than a lot of stuff. Too much stuff.
Stuff Stuff Stuff.
It's interesting to note, that when I moved to Minneapolis the first time after my stint as a youngling in Indiana, I filled a 1986 Toyota Tercel Wagon with stuff.
When I moved back in 1999 for a romance that I can only liken to a Mash-up of 'Endless Love' ; Strawberry Alarm Clock's 'Incense and Peppermints' and Every Song Tom Waits every recorded, I moved all my things in a huge moving van/truck thing.
Upon learning my immediate fate was not in Indianapolis, I moved back on an Amtrak train with two duffel bags and two boxes of books. (pry my books from my cold dead hands).
So that was 10 years ago, and my how things accumulate.

So to everyone who helped me move this time around: Kate, J-Man, Linds, Roni, Logan, David, Annalesa, Big Strong Mike and Matt- Thank you so so much.

My landlord, being the Guy he is, (Douche) wanted us to be vacated by Noon today.
Legally, we have until Midnight tonight. Now, while I understand that the new tenants would much rather move in the daylight than in the wee small hours when you should be listening to Carly Simon cover songs and drinking Port as opposed to moving your worldly possessions, I had to work today.
I am at work now.
Hence the interweb and my constant use of run on sentences. (due to fatigue, I am sure...)
And I will be here at The Beat until 3pm.
Who knows what adventures await me when I get back.
I still have a load of stuff to take to South Minneapolis. That will suck just one more time.
And then there is the crap that I have to throw out. The stuff on the boulevard outside the house.
Consisting mostly of my (now) former roommates garbage. But I have a big comfy chair sitting out there, and I need to get it gone.
And there's that big 1954 console TV that I so cleverly thought I could turn into a bar.
yeah. Never happened.
And I might be greeted by an annoyed (now) former landlord, with all the Passive Aggressiveness he has in his arsenal.
Sigh.

At any rate, I will be residing in South Minneapolis as the ultimate cliche for about two weeks.
While there, i will be planning revenge on Landlords who like to screw people over; a yardsale the likes of which has never been seen and a Summer trip to Indianapolis that I will now be referring to as 'Fat Camp' and trying to make everything up as I go along per usual.
It is going to be a good 2009. I said that earlier in the year, and by the All Father's glowing blue eye and his pocket full of Runestone Kryptonite, I will make it so, Number One.
Heh heh heh.

Did I mention that I won a Song Lyric Poetry slam contest last week? I can't remember.
Mike Brody and I will be performing our pieces NEXT week. Not tomorrow. it seems our dear Brody is making out with the ghost of Lizzy Borden at her house in the part of the country where she lived and died.
Make sure to read his article on it at the website where he writes it. I forgot, but he will most definitely remind me, as I have more readers than he does...;)

I'm done blogging for today.

Stay Awesome.

Andy


ps- I will be having drinks and snacks at The Green Mill tonight at 10pm to celebrate the end of the Mansion. In case you want me dead and need to know where I'll be.

Vent. I need a vent.

I use facebook as an almost religious totem for communication.
It's a thing I am sure will taper off in time.
The thing is so damn good for keeping in touch with friends and family.
And I swear, as soon as the Letter writing revolution that I tried to start a few years ago suddenly becomes all the rage, I will go back to pen and paper. Stamps and envelopes. Hookers and blow.
I just think it is neat that almost everyone on the planet is on facebook, and it gives me a way to try and get as many people to the Monday Night Comedy Show as possible without bombarding their email inboxes with my lack of witty banter via written word.
Come to my show, Bitches, we have Iced Mochas... Those were the extent of my mass emails.
So with facebook comes great responsibility.
I have what I thought was a very unique last name. Brynildson makes for feelings of exotic blond men and women wearing metal chestplates and holding swords. Or anyone really with the name. You dont have to be blond. Or a man. Or a woman. We had a Pomeranian named Elvis once who had the last name Brynildson. I just think that family needs to support family. No matter what. If you hate my politics or the fact that I say 'fuck' a lot in my blog. If you are family, you literally HAVE to be in my corner. Mainly because I am in yours. And I think fair is far. Just like the legend of Billy Jean. Anyone? It had SuperGirl in it...
It might just be me that thinks that blood is thicker than anything ever. I love having my last name. I have never told anyone that, least of all my Father, who I can wholeheartedly blame for my moniker. In a good way, I mean.
Even my Mom kept the Son of Brynild as her last name. It's just that cool.
So when I go on a facebook freakout to find users of my same last name, I ask them to be my friend. I assume (mother of all fuck ups) that if they are a Brynildson, they are just like me: A Motherfucking Brynildson.
To me, I have a very cool and privatized last name. It's something that is uniquely 'us'
I am a part of a club, where the male members of the club have an obligation to keep the name going and going until it is as common as Peterson or Carlson. Or Jones. Or Johnson. Or Smith. Or Blah Blah. Whatever. I like my last name. Grrrr. Rant!
And it might be that I have had four whiskey diet drinks in my Brynildson Tummy that I am thinking long and hard about this. Or it could be that I am tipsy and I just looked at the MNCS event page and saw that someone going by 'CJ Brynildson' asked to be removed from the MNCS event list. The list that I use to alert everyone to the idea that there is a Comedy Show happening at 8pm-ish on Monday.
Well, CJ posted up on the wall that he wanted to be removed from list I use to invite people to the show.
He used the Wall.
The wall everyone sees who looks at the event page.
The wall that says to everyone that someone who's last name is Brynildson doesn't want Fuck-all to do with the show.
I might be a facebook purist, but I know how to delete events from my page that I don't want to go to.
It's a special skill set that I learned from when I went to Harvard and Princeton and MIT and Cal-Tech and Oxford and IUPUI when I took really advanced courses on how to use a MOTHERFUCKING MOUSE ON A MOTHERFUCKING KEYBOARD.
The thing that separates me from Mensa patients at the loony bin is I know that clicking a mouse cursor on the phrase 'Delete from my events' means I am not going to this particular event, but I don't want to hurt the irrational feelings of the event administrator, so I will just politely ignore it. By deleting it. That is all you have to do.
And yes, I know full well that I am being silly.
But if I didn't give a fooey about this, the terrorists would win.
And I WILL NOT give GW Bush the pleasure.
And to use the wall. Good -Gravy -boat- on- every- major- holiday- where- there- is -food!
I know for a fact that the people who come the the show are wicked smart. They are way too tolerant of my ramblings-on, but smart as a whip. They see that some dude has my same last name, and doesn't give a crud. In fact, he pointed out how much he wants distanced from the show to talk about it on the wall.
The alarm bells are ringing, and the firetrucks are coming to put out the asshole fire that that guy started.

ok. I think I might be done. We only have three more shows left in the run, and that dude is not invited.

On another note, last night I won a poetry slam. It was one where you had to read song lyrics like they were poems.
I felt there were better performers, but if you are interested in hearing two of them, Mike Brody and I will be performing one each this Monday at the show. And I guarantee that this show will be 'CJ Brynildson' Free. For your complete enjoyment, as we do not let fakers into the show. You have to earn the right to call yourself a Brynildson. And this dude clearly is just renting the name from someone who needs to buy some rock.
Ok. No more whiskey and then blogging for me. I'm kind of a dick. Just be glad I am on your side.

Goodnight Moon.

Andy BRYNILDSON

Oh. Hi there. I forgot I did this too.

So guess who fell off the face of the earth? This guy did.
There has been some tumultuous bits of this and that in the AndyVerse.
Long story short: I have been thinking long and hard about the hows and most definitely the whys of my decision to move to Indianapolis.
And by thinking really hard about it, I mean just that- Thinking. All by myself. This whole thing was going to influence one person the most, and it happens to be the guy I see when I look in a mirror.
Lately, meaning the last almost three years, I haven't liked that guy.
I can get all down on myself for not being where I want to be, or for the things I have done or not done to get where I am. I'm not going to, because what would that accomplish? Nada.
Everything I have done until this point, the only thing I would do differently is quit smoking and exercise a bit more. Ok. Exercise at all. Period.
I am who I am. I can't change it, and it would be a fool's errand if I tried. I have very good friends who like me, and a few who even love me. I can't complain at all for who I am as a person.
Good Job, Andrew...
One thing I have spent way too much time on in my life is dwelling on one event or series of events that helped push me towards the idea that getting the hell out of Dodge was the number one solution to my worries.
Leaving town would somehow mend everything that has haunted me.
If you know me, you know what I am talking about.
It has left me listless and bitter.
Bitter towards people I thought were meant to be some of my closest friends through life, and wonderful people to collaborate with in future projects.
Haunted me. It's a really apropos phrase. I see reminders of getting stabbed in the back so often now, I feel I can rarely see the good side of things.
There is a support system here that I have neglected. And I had trouble asking for help anyway. I might be kind of a control freak. Hell, I don't let Roni and Lindsey help with chairs very much on Monday nights. I just know what I want, and have a hard time conveying simple things that could streamline most processes. It's my way, and I need to work on it.
As for those mentioned earlier about friends who I thought were friends, and now they are not: That's so tricky to talk about. It's a two way street, and I know I could have tried to keep in contact. All it takes, I suppose is a phone call. But when you are really down, and you need some help getting through the mucky muck, asking for help or asking someone to just hang out with so you don't feel so alone is really hard.

I have the most beautiful friends in Indiana. Amongst the oldest and dearest. They don't care if I make them laugh or if I sit in a corner and read the necronomicon upside down. Being surrounded by theater-ish and Improv-y and comedians and poets and entertainers in general, I get such a high off of being around people that hit a re-set switch in my head. They don't judge or expect anything out of me, and know I am being very broad and generalistic here. I don't speak for all, I speak for me.

And yeah, getting back to topic: Everything I can do in Indianapolis, I can do in minneapolis. Living in Indy for years as a kid, all I could think of was how much I wanted to be back in Minnesota. I love it here. My Mom is here. my sisters are here. I have nieces and nephews here. I spent almost all the time I was living in Indiana as a kid wishing I was back in the Twin Cities. And then fate threw a wrench into the machine and helped me discover the kind of person I was and am. What kind of people I am attracted to as friends and what I want to do for the rest of my life. Towards the end, i started to not hate Indy. It surprised no one more than yours truly.
And I did go back to Indy for a short time about 10 years ago this June. Which is why this is kind of ironic for me to do what comes next.
Only this time, I think it will be healthier for me.
So much for that long story...
I'm not going to be moving permanently to Indianapolis. I thought it was a good idea, and now I don't.
Other things have added to the 'why' I am not moving, but the parties that need to know, know. And it's painful enough to live with it, I certainly dont have to blog about how much I miss her.
Sometimes life throws you shitty punches. Distance is a harsh bitch of a mistress, but I have to live with everything I do and say. I will never take back the 'I love you's' in my life, and with any luck, I'll be able to say it again. Some day. Maybe to Amanda. Who knows?
Never any regrets. Not with stuff like that.

Anyhow, my plan thus far is to take a bit of a vacation from the oh so hard life I lead. (tongue is in cheek)
I'm going to Indy until late August and I am going to try something new for a bit.
A challenge I am making for Andrew Brynildson.
While there, I will sort out the stuff that dreams are made of and try to figure out what kind of niche I am trying to make for myself.
This is all very healthy and sort of well thought out.
Keep in mind that in the end I am a male, and therefore mostly stupid.

As for the Monday Night Comedy Show.
Who knows?
It isn't any secret that I love it to death. I go on and on about it here enough to say that's accurate.
I know I am coming back in August.
I also know that I want it to continue.
I hope that our audience sticks with us, and remembers us fondly over the summer.
Maybe they will be back with us. Maybe new people will come and take their place.
Nothing is all set up and ready to go. Nothing comes in a neat little package. And nothing comes with a big red ribbon that will not cause you misery in the end.
That might have been a double negative. I was never good with those. Nor dolling out sage advice or wisdom. At least not in blogs. Try me after four whiskey diets. I am Buddha then.
As far as MNCS is concerned, stay tuned. I'm looking forward to what comes next just like you.
Hell, I am looking forward to what comes next for me.
But I am not going to sit around waiting for it to come find me. Nor am I going to hide and avoid places because I don't want to see some dipshits who think they own the world I am a part of.

The MNCS #96 was last Monday. And aside form it being 150 degrees in the beat, it was a good one. I apologize that this missive was such a long time coming. It seems I only blogged once in April. And I have been neglecting the YesAndy blog.
But I digress and take you back to talking about the mncs. You know you love it.

Joel has since fixed the problem of Hellfire heat by replacing the filters on the machine that conditions the air.
So next week, where we were not having a show, but now we are, will be much more pleasant.
I announced that the show would go on to much applause. People seemed pleased that they would have something to do on monday nights coming this fall.
I hope we get to stay at the Beat.

So today I am at work. I talked with Svetlana the Brave and Bold this morning, which puts a smile on my face despite the sticky wicket that we currently find ourselves in. She has a friend who is getting married this August, and I am to officiate the service. My first wedding since I became an 'Ordained' minister about 7 years ago.
So that's a special thing. If you find yourself on August 1st feeling that love is in the air, it is probably from an epic poem that I will read at the service.
Actually, I was going to read Beowulf.

Just kidding. I will read The Canterbury Tales. The whole thing.

Meanwhile, if anyone has a truck or a van or a station wagon I could borrow to move my stuff to the SouthSide of minneapolis, I could use the help.

On the plus side, I plan on Staying Awesome today. You do the same.

Andy