state of the union

Well, this is about how it stands, boys and girls.

I'm wintering in my safehouse in the swiss alps (no, not my parents...) where there's nothing to do but read, write and go to the 24hr gym. Thus I am achieving far greater results in those three areas than I did this fall roaming in wide circles. As my physical health is known to parallel my mental, it looks like I'm doing well in both those regards (and my mind's shoulders are getting broader... I'm broader-minded!) I'm also getting a CDL; I may need a bigger truck someday.

I'm essentially waiting for a sign about where to circle come spring. By that I mean either spilling ink on a map that eerily makes a pentagram around a city, or a response letter. Or a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night that's cut off by gunshots. There's a couple other dreams to pursue too. But this is what I'm taking:

1 practicing mage (willing to teach!) and junior mad scientist-artist and uncanny business-man

1 sublime box truck plus accessories plus used books

3 companion robots, in some form

6 produce-able shows:
SexaConglomoTechCorp Re-presents William Shakespeare's Hamlet (A Comedy) - as seen at UIUC
Pappy's Old-timely Good-fashioned Phonophonetic Extra-grammaticalically Engorged Double-Crappin’ Whoopdedoodooery! - my final load of new sketches, including a one-act Earth vs Santa Claus
10,001 Siberian Nights - the sketch-play of my most anomic shorts
Theater of the Darned - my MST3K-like thing, set in new continuity
Jim Trapp: The Movie - the funniest play I've ever written, funnier
Elvis and the Beatles LIVE from Outer Space (or The King and the Bugs) - surefire hit

1 treatment for a screenplay:
a comedy-horror film, Illinois vs... What the Hell Is That - Oh my God! It's Coming - No! OH MY GOD! No! NO STOP!

3 series concepts:
shorts following SCTC employees in our world,
season one of Kyote (!),
and a sci-fi show I'd describe as Star Trek meets The Office (except not.)

In that order.

EDIT: Earth vs Santa Claus was my last great unfinished full-length, begun way way back in 2003. Finishing it is like writing with another person and the least fun I've had since, well, the last time I tried writing with another person. While charming, I decided I liked it twice as much half as long - so I slashed mercilessly and spliced it into the new Whoopdedoodooery. After which, I am officially out of the sketch comedy business.

Then there's my astonishing true tales of schizophrenia which pretty much demand a memoir and, I think for the visuals alone, a film or documentary which I would insist on calling Jim Trapp: The Movie: The Movie.

Also, purely for fun, I've started my own band - Jim and the Invisible, Intangible Space Dragons Who Can Kill You in Your Dreams (and Who Also Do Not Smell or Make Noise of Any Kind). This actually catches the "generally screwing around" portion of my endeavors, and if you had to categorize it somewhere between Captured by Robots and a Neo-futurist one-man show with a lot of humming.

Then I have two options that require collaborators:

hyperpoop.com - humor, strangeness, and generally a real-world observation center (plus experimentation i.e. where I'd pour my guerilla urges). almost like any student magazine, except driven (as always) by my own demographic and willing to make a little news here and there.

Ma's + Pop's - my fabled novelty/hardware/snack shop ship, adrift since it lost its initial unsinkable location. a small crew and a new course (and courses) and I think it could fill that important niche between hipster coffee shop and fattie diner and fantasy funland. and I need someplace that'd actually let Jim and the Invisible, Intangible Space Dragons play.


Also, in good news I can now afford to get rid of the godaddy ads but added google's, with its wonderful Trapp-themed merchandise ("Trapp candles - for the scent of Trapp!"). It's like adding extra jokes I don't even have to write.