The Obligatory

Got back from Seattle last night, and absolutely loved it. It was a land of microbrews, coffee, music, history, seafaring, bad weather and efficiently-planned neighborhoods ... in other words, better than I ever thought it would be.

As I visit more and more cities, my "Top 5" list gets more and more difficult to work out. Boston was number one for a long time. Then London bumped it off, only to be replaced by Boston again. San Francisco held top billing for a long time, before the Oregon Corps of Discovery Tour 2005 threw Bend, Medford, Astoria and Portland into the mix. Now Seattle and Portland are neck and neck.

One thing that's sure is that Los Angeles will never, never be anywhere on that list. I am convinced, now more than ever, that I really do live in the worst metropolitan area in the country. Were it not for my work (and, potentially Amoeba Records), I would have very little reason not to pack up and move somewhere much, much better.

But oh well. I'm stuck for now.

I'll recount the major events of Seattle later on this week. Here's a short list of keywords to pique your interest. Or make you stop reading this thing for a few days:

1. Underground
2. Rain
3. Guitars
4. Beer
5. Fish

Labels: travel

After another successful Prethanksgiving Celebration, the roommates and I are off to Seattle to explore the great Pacific Northwest.

Of course, this is just the next step on my Great Pacific Rim Tour, as I now have California and Oregon out of the way, Washington is the next logical step. I'm aiming for Alaska next year. And if my mom is reading this, which she probably isn't, I promise I won't go live in the woods with bears.

Honest.

In other quick news, I finished shooting my show today, and it went very, very well. Better than I thought it would. When I get back, I'll try to snag a picture of my costume, which should give you not only a good idea of what the tone of the show is like, but should also give you an idea of what this year's hilarious Christmas Cards will be.

On second thought, maybe I'll keep this one under wraps for a bit.

Oh, the tease!

OK, to bed, then Washington. Substantial posts and pictures will likely follow.

Labels: travel

it's for a good reason. I swear.

I'm putting together an entire one hour show by myself, featuring probably 85% of material I produced, as hosted by yours truly.

More details later. The show will air sometime late December, so don't worry about missing it. But right now, it's all I'm doing.

Except tomorrow, when I'll be pretending to be Marc Summers.

I can say a lot of things about my job, but I can never say it's boring, that's for sure.

This, friends, is why the Internet was invented. It's as simple as that.

People often ask me, 'Casey, where have you been? Why hasn't anyone seen you in seven months?' The answer, of course, is work. Where I live. And also work.

Usually the question that follows immediately after that is, 'So what exactly do you do at work?'

Because "television producer" can be about as vague as "entrepreneur," I most often explain with a detailed run down of the daily duties of a producer - following an idea from creation to execution, blah blah blah ... or the much more succinct and catchier phrase, "I am a professional nerd."

In the biz, we call that "sizzle."

Now, I don't plan on making work a significant portion of this blog, but when we put something up on our site that shows off something I'm particularly proud of, I'm going to put it up here. Because I need all the attention I can get.

So, in order to show off both the television production side and the professional nerd side of what I do, here are two segments from the BlizzCon convention I produced.


The first, an overview of the Convention, with standard nerd convention nerdspoitation.


The second, an expose on in-game racism and genocide that ranks among the nerdiest things I've ever done. If you don't play World of Warcraft, you probably won't get most of the jokes. But you can still enjoy our incredible opening graphics.



Again, I promise there won't be too many of these. Unless, you know, you like 'em.

Also, stay tuned for constant template tweaking.

Behold and rejoice, indeed - for my triumphant return to the world of internet navel-gazing!

Yes, after a year and several months of no net-correspondence, we are ready to resume our abusive relationship, dear readers. And I promise I won't lose interest in this blog like I did in that other one ... or the one I did after that ... or the one that followed shortly thereafter...

So why am I back?

1. People are Clamoring for Quality Internet Content Only I Can Deliver. Well, OK. Probably just a few people. And the content that will most likely appear on this page will probably just barely meet the qualities for the term "content," let alone "quality." In reality, I'd like to encourage other people to continue to write their blogs, and I think if I keep one up, they'll be forced to, too.

Also, I'd like to get into music arguments with The Crippler.

Also also, I'd like to do something other than play World of Warcraft or City of Villians when I get home from work.

2. The Internet Is Now Idiot-Proof. Have you seen these blogspot things? They do almost all of the work for you, now. They even let you put pictures on them with a few clicks ... even though that doesn't seem to be working right now. Back in my day, I had to fiddle with HTML tags, FTP uploads, and dozens of other kinds of bullshit that I frankly don't have time for now that I'm a Man About Town. That was fine when I was in college and wanted to put off a paper. But now I'm employed. If I want to waste time, I'm going to get on MySpace like everyone else.

3. I'm Finally on MySpace, So Why Not This, Too? I finally sucked it up and got a MySpace account. I don't know why, so don't ask. It's not like I need more time wasting activities in my life. And it's not for the Meat Market qualities for which MySpace is commonly known. Some girl sent me an AssPic out of nowhere, and it was one of the few times I have actually been shocked by something on the internet. I'm from New England, damn it. We're supposed to enter into a 14 month letter-writing courtship before shit like that starts happening.

So prepare yourselves ... for tidal waves of updates with trickles of meaningful content. Or the other way. Or the way where they're both trickling. Who knows?