Daaaaaaaaaaamn.
It's always gotta be something doesn't it.
Well
the year of the "life detour" just got it's own
detour. Our seller doesn't want to move out. And now
the collective "huh?" from all of you.
...
Alright
then. As I may have mentioned before this was a
court-ordered sell-off because of a divorce. The wife
does not want to move. At all. Not even a little.
She's lived there 20 years, and is pushing for ever
extra day she can. A 30 day escrow is the norm, she
wanted 90, we said 45, FINALLY agreed to 60. Now
she wants more time. Unfortunately at this point, our
hands are tied. Our 30 days notice has been into our
apartment manager for 2 weeks now, both Jess and I
have time off work that week - and more than anything
our interest rate is only locked until May 14th. It
all sets up quite the dilemma. If she isn't out 2
weeks from Sunday - we are absolutely up shit
creek.
Depending
on where the interest rates are in 2 weeks, will
probably decide what happens. Unfortunately we may be
in a situation where we have to close on the house,
pay our mortgage AND our rent, then sue the woman
later to get it back. Of course by the time we PAY for
all the legal fees we're back to square one. Besides,
it's not all monetary. Jess and I are off work that
week whether the woman moves out or not. So we're
gonna be sitting around doing nothing, and then be
forced to move in the middle of the night right in the
middle of a full-time work week? How much does THAT
suck?
I know
it seems there should be some legal standing for her
to HAVE to be out in time, but the bottom line is
until she breaks the date - we can't really do
anything. And even then all the legal action is well
after the fact. After we've blown all our days off,
after we've lost all that money. It's just not a good
fuggin' situation.
And
as if waiting 60 days wasn't long enough,
now we get this? It's like being 8 and
being told the Christmas is postponed.
Sometime in January...maybe. Oh well. It
is what it is. We just get to wait.
(sigh). And this is what we're
fighting
for?
Makes you wonder. 1/4 Million just doesn't
buy what it used to. LOL.
In
other news, I'm performing at Third Stage this
Saturday night. Got a call from Ezra the Improvider,
and he asked if I could go on after their show. Should
be a good night of laughs for all involved. If you
happen to be in the Los Angeles area, Third stage is
located in Burbank on 1234 Magnolia Blvd. $5 admission
if ya tell 'em you're there for The Trinitrons. Show
starts at 8. Woot. It'll be nice to not have my last
show be the fuggin' worst. Any crowd going to see
improv is the right crowd for my show, and other than
one crazy night in February - EVERY corwd has
been the right crowd for my show. Valentine's Day was
as legitimate as flukes get. Should be
fun.
Writing
the "Trinitron Bits" for Star Search however is
proving to be harder than I thought. Trying to develop
ANY characters in 3 minutes is just...HO-LY-SHIT.
That's it. Cliffhangers. I cut it off at a point where
the audience/judges want to see what happens next. If
I win, they get to next week. If they vote me out
- they never know. Holy horsefuck that's brilliant.
Seriously, that's some badass shit right there.
I can just see me setting up all this funny stuff
in 3 minutes and then right when something's about to
happen have an announcer come on and say:
"If
you'd like to see what happens next, please deposit 5
stars now"
Cut
to black. Oooooooooooooh that's good. Daaaaaaaaaaamn
that's nifty. YAHOO. Man I can't even begin to
describe how cool I think I am right now.
HAHAHAHA. Oh well, if it's a good idea then you'll
have the same feelings I do.
So
that's where things stand at the end of April 2003. I
must admit, it all really does feel a little surreal
as I said in the last entry. My "Domestic Journey"
would never be "televised" on a website had I not
already been in the midst of the "Career Journey".
This is not captivating reading. This is not the
excitement of playing The Comedy Store. This is
standing in line at the DMV. This is worrying about
interest rates. This is complete, run-of-the-mill
day-to-day life. Yet in time, I absolutely believe
that this service road I'm on, will build the
foundation for the dream to happen. Without this
service road, it would only be a matter of time before
we would've hit the highway back east. So just bare
with me fellow readers. The entertainment angle is
right around the corner. In fact, you'll get an old
fashioned "Show Entry" next! Can you stand
it?
