Andybear's natural habitat: A Studebaker.

I had something to say. But…
Good Gods. I mean seriously, for the love of Odin and all thos cats who sit on thrones in Asgaard.
I just deleted a big chunk of very emo material. It had things to do with Black Friday and how I don't have anyone to shop for.
And while I do have a need for a new coffeemaker since sometime over the Summer, my darling eldest sister decided it would be a good idea to steal a few consumer grade appliances, I will not be going to walmart to buy one for $3. Nor will I be buying electronic hamster toys. WTF, people. WTF?
But back to the melancholy tone of what will never be read... I gotta get over myself. This will not stand.
I have been trying to be more social lately. Not in a 'cruising for ass' way, but more of a networking way. Or more true to point: a 'Get out and stop being awkward around people, you stupid ass, you used to be rather outgoing' kind-of-way.
I go to Comedy shows, I laugh at the things my talented friends say into microphones, and I end up just sitting there being quiet. It is very frustrating. I feel like I did lose that certain something that is obvious when i look in a mirror.
Sitting there being quiet/ At a bar? At comedy shows, no less?
I am ashamed, and my inner self is screaming to come out and take out a baseball bat to my head and take over my body again.
But talk is cheap, and actions require planning and strategems and hemming and hawing and this and that and my head is about to fucking elplode all over my tiny computer that looks like it has candy in it.

Argh.

Argh, I say to you.

I will try to be more outgoing in the next few days. I will then update you on my progress. in the most shameful and self depricating way that only I know how to do...

What else? Oh yes. stuff. loads of it.

When last we met, i was about to go co-announce a NorthStar RollerGirl bout with my buddy Aaron Connor, aka- Grizzly Madden.
The bout was a sanctioned thing in the skateland or ville on Burnsville (not Burnland. Though it would be funny to me)
The Nothstar ladies were taking on the Hammer City Rollergirls from Somewhere in Canada.
The Canadians had just done a bout against the MN Rollergirls the night before, which i went and saw with John, my hetero lifemate.
I fet sorry for them having to do 2 bouts in less than a day. The bout in Burnsville was at 10am.
we got there very early and I was introduced to some people, but once again, my social awfulness shined through and i was much more quiet. I think Aaron picked up on it too, since around him i am Captain VeryFunnyMan. He kept asking me if I was ok.
The bout was fun, per usual. you have to love seeing athletic women knock each other around.
There wasn't much of an audience, though. In fact, the only ones watching were other skaters and/or significant others. Grizz and i were not needed at all, but I have a sneaking suspicion that since it was a sanctioned bout and counted towards ranking, they wanted announcers there to make the Hammer City girls feel like it was just like any other bout...Without a huge cheering crowd.
And then, of course, my mic didn't work. I had to share with Aaron. And that made out witty banter off. We did click a few times, but since I don't really know how to call derby, he just asked what I thought about stuff and I generally answered 'I think rollergirls are very attractive' or 'Wow. They all have skates on.' or my favorite: 'I wonder if # so and so is married or in a long term relationship. Once again, my number is 612- 961....'
Still, it was great fun to hang out with Aaron. We used to work at Bobby bead together. And the last time we really saw each other is when i flashed my junk onstage at the BNW during a show.
Ahhh. memories...

One moment please as I get picked up for an adventure with my dear friend Haugie. We are traveling to darkest Shakopee to test our mettle against the machine that is the casino.
And through the power of time travel, I am back.
To you it has been but a whisper of a moment. To me, it has been a few hours of hitting rock bottom. At least I had company.
I should learn, I know. The house always wins. But there are those little moments of victory where your .05 cent bet turns into .20 cents and your eyes start to spin and you get kind of turned on by the prospect of being able to buy your next girlfriend a house on your first date.
But the house always wins.
The house won about $30 from me tonight.
The house can suck a dick. Good thing they don’t rely on me coming once every six months to drop coin.

So I am back from the casino to lick my wounds and add some hilarious comedic fodder to my ever growing stand up set. Sadly, the set is revised and rewritten so much that it will be three years before I get up on stage. But there is always MNCS. She will always stand by me and encourage me to try harder.
If only I ever would listen…
So the website is looking pretty good. I have been assigned many a task to send out to Aaron G in New York to make it better and funnier.
Instead of doing that, I go to the casino and learn valuable lessons in personal finance.
Perhaps tomorrow I will get the ass in gear that needs to be in gear to make everyone on the interweb happy.
I have been updating our twitter account as often as I remember. You can follow the adventures of the show at
MNCShow

Aaron set it up for us, even though I promised I would never use twitter. I am very good at lying, people. Lying and breaking promises. Very important promises like using or not using Twitter.
To forgive is divine. Remember. And it’s not like we are dating. Not anymore. We just totally broke up.

On Monday we will be celebrating our 103rd show. Or Season 3 Episode 3. After the show, which will start promptly at 8pm whether people are there or not, I leave for Indianapolis. I will arrive in Chicago at 6:30 in the after meridian. Stay in the city that breaks my soul for a few hours and go to Indy at 11.
When I arrive in Indy, I will start helping my father pack up his worldly possessions into a moving truck and we will drive to his new home in Eastern Michigan. Overlooking beautiful (albeit polluted) Lake Huron.
My only request to him was that I didn’t miss one of my shows.
So to all you people of the Indianapolis persuasion: I’m coming back.
And to all of you who think it’s too soon: I agree with you.
But my Dad needs help, and I am always looking to gain his favor.

I have some play ideas that I am toying with like a ball of yarn. One is about junk mail, and the other is still that Morning radio show thing I have been talking about for months. Fringe signup is coming fast. I have to have a solid idea before I apply.

Ok. I’m done. I will be on facebook as soon as this is posted to see who has poked me, and who I am deleting from my friends list because they did not poke me.

Incidentally, I am writing this in my ‘new’ office. The place where each one of my computers lives. It is very posh, and my rolly chair rolls to each station like a dream. I am spinning right now. Can you tell? I love my rolly chair. It’s the little things. At least I am not typing this on a pile of clean clothes that need to be folded anymore. As said outloud today to no one in particular: ‘Progress. Today is all about progress’

Stay Awesome and find your inner me.

Andy