Monday, June 23, 2003

We interrupt the regular scheduled blog posts, to bring you something of the utmost importance(!):

During the first two weeks of October, Joe CuttheShit will be performing in his first show EVER in NYC. The show is called "Stupid Kids" and will be done by the theater company owned and operated by my housemate Kelly. Considering that this is a new theater company, they have to do massive amounts of fund raising in order to rent a space, pay for royalties, pay for lights, pay for music, pay pay pay. There is so much paying it makes my heads spin. (heads meaning my big head and my little head – Big Joe and little joe) We have already written a fund raising letter that is currently being mailed out to everyone we know. The letter details the mission statement of the company, the process that took them through their first production, and it also promotes the upcoming shows.
And I must say, it is PRETTY classy.

Keep in mind that this company put on a production at the end of April that was a smashing success. We are hoping that this next show will outdo the first one by leaps and bounds. As Kelly and her partner gain more experience, the shows will blossom into even more extravagant pieces of theater. This time, I will be helping them out as much as I can. My focus is on the show and on the company. I want us to be able to put up an excellent work of art. And I am confident that we will.

SO…

On the right hand side of my page, there is a “Make A Donation” button. Yes (load groan), this post is soliciting you for money. Please understand that I would NEVER EVER ask anyone for anything unless I felt that it was a worthy cause and also impossible for us to achieve our goals without it. The royalties alone cost $360 ($60 per performance). This is just one of the many costs we will encounter over the next couple of months. I came up with the idea of placing a PayPal button (It is the safest and easiest way to donate money on the net!) on my site in the hopes that we would raise (even) a measly $20 from it.

Now, I understand that everyone is strapped for cash and I understand that most of you have never met me in person. So why would I think that I deserve any of your money? Well, frankly, I don’t. And part of me thinks it’s rude to ask. However, theater is my passion and hopefully my inevitable career. You would not only be supporting the company, you would be supporting my dream.

Any amount of money is GRACIOUSLY accepted. That means if you donate $1.50, I would jizz all over myself in excitement. If you donate $550, well…don’t. I would drown in the amount of jizz that would come out of my cock and balls. I don’t have much to offer you as a thank you for donating your hard-earned money to this endeavor, but I can promise you that if you donate over $10, I will put your name in our program as a PATRON OF THE ARTS. And I will even mail you a copy of the program so you can hold onto it as evidence that you are a caring and supportive person. And most importantly, you will take some of the worry and stress away from planning this whole process and replace it with happiness, love, and excitement.

Please understand that you don’t have to donate a single cent. Please understand that no amount is too low. And most importantly, please understand that I would never ask for anything I wasn’t desperate for. It’s not like this site is Save Karen and I’m asking you to bail me out of my over-spending immaturity. Although maybe I will do that during my next post. (snicker, snicker)

No donation is small enough.

If you are offended at all by me coming onto my site and becoming a beggar, please know that this is the only time I will ever do something like this. It’s just very important that we get this show off the ground. Not only for the company, but for me. This show is the platform I need to jump start my career.

Thank you to everyone for reading this. You’ve already done a lot by sitting through this whole thing.

BLING BLING dawgs!

(ok, never bling bling)

Adios.




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