Planning My Retirement

February 26, 2009

I think I might “retire” from the stage in 3 years. I’ll be 30 then. By then, I’ll have worked at this new job long enough for them to cover 90% of my college tuition. I’ll be working full time and taking several credits at a time, so I just don’t think I’ll have time for comedy.

Okay, that’s hard to accept. I love comic acting and writing. After school, I could return to it. I would be a sad old bastard during my retirement, but I have to get a move on, I think. I love what I do but I just haven’t got the bandwidth.

What am I going to school for? Probably computer programming. I’ll be able to transfer credits from NJIT, and a bachelors degree in programming is a nice stepping stone into a career in game design (not to mention all the QA experience I’ll have racked up by then).

So that’s my long-term plan. Comedy for three more years while I pay my dues at the office. Then college for a handful of years, still with the office. Then a degree, and back to comedy, and maybe even into a nice job in game design.

It’s a good opportunity for me. It’s like the GI Bill without having to live through combat.


No Sentences But In Objects

February 9, 2009

The alarm

The weather

The toilet

Some coffee

Contact Lenses

Wallet, work card, keys, change, phone, Chapstick:  my pockets

My sweater

The hill

The bus

$1.25

The projects

The boneyard

30-year deadline

Every morning

The overpass

The swamp

A bagel and  The Economist

The  timeclock

My cube

My PC

My inbox

Followup work

Chit chat

The phone

The same customers

Break time

Allison via email

A feeling of warm peace like

A cup of tea at home

Lunch

Allison

Break time

Allison until 3 o’clock

The home stretch

The timeclock

The long hike home

The guitar or

The pen and paper or

The real work that I do

A call from Allison

A warm feeling of peace like

A cup of tea at home

Dinner

A shower

Fark.com

The news

Allison via instant message

A warm feeling of peace like

A cup of tea at home

Bedtime

A dream about some odd thing

The alarm

Allison is the girl I just this weekend got engaged to.  This poem appears in my book Try the Veal.