TV Land

So, if you read my last post you now know that I'm on hiatus from shaking dis ass. And while - as any honest dancer knows - that doesn't mean I'll never go back, it does mean that for now, I needed to find a new gig.

Anyway, I started working, appropriately still for the title of this blog, for a TV show. I got the job through my man, the very same who discouraged me from getting the gi out not long ago (say what you will). And you know what? This job is fucking awesome. I sit around and watch footage of people "being real" (I can say no more, lest I get sued for far more than I'm worth), cut what I think is interesting, and send it along it's way. And I get to wear jeans, and I get paid a pretty decent amount of money.

Does it beat dancing? I mean, I guess so, in that I can tell my parents that I'm doing it and they don't cry. Also, I don't have to work at night, which means that I can actually have relationships with people who come outside by day, like roosters instead of vampires (read: everyone).

It will be over shortly, of course, and then I'll have to go back to fucking around the house 24/7, but in the meantime I'm enjoying the semblance of doing something relevant here in the land of Milk and money.