This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
--T.S. Eliot
"The Hollow Men"
So here it is, 2011. Jesus. I mean, seriously, right? This is the year I turn 40. Forty!!! As Roxie Hart says in "Chicago," I am older than I ever wanted to be. By the time my father was my age, he had a wife, three kids, a home and a thriving medical practice. And I have... an administrative day job and a comedy "career" that is questionable at best. I don't even have a dog. Or a houseplant.
I don't mean for my first post of the new year -- and the first time I've blogged in over a month -- to sound so dumpy. I'm OK -- really. Just feeling sort of blah today. New Year's hangover, and all that. I just need one exciting thing to happen to pull me out of this funk and send me back on my thrill-seeking, adrenaline-addicted journey. A really hot club date or an unexpected TV booking, or maybe a hugely-endowed new boyfriend. Or I maybe I could win the $380 Megamillions jackpot. Oh wait -- too late.
Anyshits, here's something new and (un)exciting: I have a brand new web site! It's not as pretty as my old one, but it's far more functional and has all sorts of new features, including embedded video clips and a photo gallery. So if you haven't already done so, please log on to http://www.adamsank.com/ and tell me what 'cha think. And sign the guest book while you're there.
I'll wait.
Back already? OK. I designed the site all by myself, in a three-day burst of manic energy, using a host site called http://hostbaby.com/. It was actually pretty easy, once I got the hang of it. Best part is, I can change and update the site anytime I want in a matter of minutes. The only drawback is, I used my old site to store a lot of pictures, which I then copied to my blog. This means a lot of photos from my older blog postings are now going to appear as empty boxes with red X's over them. Oh, well.
Speaking of photos, something's wrong with blogger.com today, and I'm not able to post any pictures.This really is going to be the shittiest blog post ever.
What else? Oh, the world is ending. Don't believe me? How else can you explain all the birds and fish that keep dying for no explainable reason? People are seriously freaking out over this shit. There's lots of end-of-days talk and whatnot. Personally, I'm not frightened by the prospect of the world's ending, as long as it's ending for EVERYONE. What's frightening is the idea of the world's ending for you while it goes on for everyone else. Kind of the way I feel every time I see a comedian I know on TV.
[INSERT PHOTO OF DEAD FISH HERE WITH CLEVER YET WISTFUL CAPTION]
Spent New Year's in Miami Beach with three of my favorite people -- Patrick Healy, Seth Gilmore and Jeff Hardy. We were there not just to ring in 2011 but also to celebrate Jeff's birthday. I won't tell you which birthday it was; I'll just tell you it starts with an F and ends with a Y and it's IFT in the middle. (He still looks fabulous, so he has nothing to be embarrassed about.) We had a really nice time, complete with mid-70s temperatures, but I wish I could have stayed longer than four days. A number of other NYC friends were there as well, and I also got to see Will Hershman, my former fraternity brother who lives in Ft. Lauderdale and whom I see far too rarely.
[INSERT PHOTO OF SMILING, TANNED SELF AND FRIENDS HERE WITH SENTIMENTAL YET VAGUELY BITCHY CAPTION]
"That Sank Show" continues. We've had some really good shows, but I'm still struggling to build a regular audience. Trying to be patient and Zen-like and remind myself that comedy shows are like penises: Every one is different, and some of them take a really long time to grow. If you're in the NYC area and haven't checked it out yet, I beg you: It's every Wednesday night at 9PM sharp at Bar-Tini Ultra Lounge.
[INSERT PHOTO OF SWEATY, GRIMACING SELF HOLDING MICROPHONE IN FRONT OF EIGHT PEOPLE AT BAR-TINI]
One more plug while we're at it: Saturday, Jan. 29, I'll be hosting "Inside the Comic's Studio" at Dixon Place, in which I'll be interviewing some amazing comedians following their comedy sets. Scheduled to appear are Christian Finnegan, Ali Wong and Josh Homer. Buy your tickets now by clicking here!
That's about it for now, kids. With all this exciting news, you can see why I've been blogging so regularly. Happy birthday to my darling and demented sister, Anna Sank Haselmann, and get-well-soon wishes for Granny Lipton, who's been through some serious stuff lately but is on the mend. Oh, and a shout-out to Peter Reinhardt, who seems to be the only one who misses the blog.
Peace out, bitches.
Homo drab. ♥
3 comments:
Hey - My New Year blahs started yesterday at about 2:45 p.m. Not sure how long they are planning to stay but even a dreary blog from you should help!! As for those birds and fish dying, I can't prove it, but I blame the Republican take over in D.C. (the timing is uncanny.)
Good luck with your New Year funk - try my motto for the year, as they say in Spinal Tap, "this one goes to 11"!
It's good to see you have returned to your blog. I had almost given up. Don't get to worried about no house yet and no dog. I was 42 before I bought my first home. Now I have two, one is the Malibu "beach shack" and this one here in Studio City. So it will happen.
I can send you a pothos ivy clipping. ??
cheer up, I turned 40 last summer and no one believes it. I guess that means you're only as old as you convince people you are.
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