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« Top Ten | Main | i spin so ceaselessly » May 13, 2003some strange music drags me inFerris and Riley seem to think that the best place to play (and by play I mean wrestle, with the snarling and the barking and the jumping and the flaven) is immediately underneath my desk. Unless I walk to the kitchen to refill my coffee. In that case, the best place to play is running tight circles around my legs. I guess there are bonus points if they knock me down. So the big news in my life is the stunning success of Dancing Barefoot. Since Thursday, when we took the Monolith Press website live, we've had over 10,000 unique visitors, and I've taken orders for over 200 books! 200 books in four days, man! Without any real advertising beyond the Internet! How cool is that? The reviews have been incredible too. Check out a little bit:
Christoper Holland's review was even on Slashdot yesterday!! Hey, speaking of Slashdot, my site held up all day long, even though we were getting about 1 new visitor per second from there. So if you're looking for some solid hosting, consider this an endorsement for Logjamming. Check out some stats: WWdN visits: Cool! I never expected the reaction to this little book to be so positive, or so enthuisastic. It's really exciting. Matter of fact, I've increased the first printing by 50% to cover the demand. :) In non-book news, things are changing dramatically on the acting front: about 3 weeks ago, my agents, who really hadn't done jack for me in over a year, gave me the "I think we should just be friends" phone call. See, there are several agents who work at the agency, and only one of them actually gave a shit about finding me work. So he called me and said, "I can't do this on my own, and I think you should go someplace else where you will have better representation." It was good news, because I'd already decided that I needed to get new agents who worked hard for me. I just hadn't done it because I have been so busy writing. But when I got the phone call, I was all, "Wait. YOU are breaking up with ME?!" That's never happened to me before. It was tough to not feel like a loser for a few days. I mean, agents don't drop a client if they think there's a good chance of booking jobs for him. Man, it's tough being a "used to be famous" guy. Hollywood is so effing narrow-minded and afraid to take chances . . . it drives me crazy. I know that I have the ability to turn in good performances, and seeing those opportunities go to untalented flavors of the month just sucks. Speaking of opportunities, I have two auditions this week: one this afternoon for an NBC movie of the week, where I play a total dirtbag guy, who cheats on his girlfriend with some tramp who steals all his money. Then, when his money is gone, he tries to go back to the girlfriend, who dumps him. It should be fun. Then later this week, I have a call that I'm very excited about: it's to play Kenneth Bianchi in a movie about The Hillside Strangler. It's based on a true story of this dirtbag guy, who cheats on his girlfriend with some tramp who steals all his money. Then, when his money is gone, he kills a bunch of people. Wait. That's not right. Well, something like that, anyway. Heh. In the time it's taken my to write this, the dogs have exhausted themselves, and they're passed out on the floor. Strangely, the place to take naps is not under my desk . . . it's under the dining room table. Trackback Pings TrackBack URL for this entry: Listed below are links to weblogs that reference some strange music drags me in: » Wil Wesley Wheaton Smythe, Dancing Barefoot on the Ten Forward Super-Highway from ScribeCentral.com |
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