Amid a flurry of aggravating auditions this week, I finished the storyboards for my upcoming shoot and wanted you all to take a gander. I say “aggravating” only because there’s nothing at all spectacular about the daily life of a “working” actor, particularly the process of landing a “gig”. I go to auditions to sit next to the same guys I’ve sat next to in the waiting room for seven years now, waiting to audition for the co-writers of Yes Dear! Or King of Queens! Or some other lackluster show written by lackluster talent. I don’t mean to bad mouth (note: I do), but I feel that if THIS is the cream of the crop, the greatest comedic writers this country has to offer, I’m moving to Paraguay. I know I’ve made this claim before, but this time I mean it! (note: I don’t)

But I digress. What I’m trying to say here is that, once again, I am tired of reading and studying and performing work that I know WE can do better. That my one-eyed cat can do better (note: this is not a sexual reference. The writer actually does own a cat with one eye). I can’t tell you specifically HOW the writers of Yes Dear got to where they are (note: I do. They slept with Les Moonves), but I do know that if there’s room for them there is certainly room for us. And with that, here are a few drawings from my upcoming shoot. Talk at you all soon!

With love and affliction,
Sam

(note: The writer wishes to apologize for the overuse of notes in this piece.)

(note: “this piece” is yet another phrase not intended as a sexual reference. Although, the author does admit to getting a good snicker out of the seemingly perverse term “one-eyed cat” [see note above])

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