WHEN I GROW UP

In case you missed the big announcement made at PAX, Paul and Storm are making the theme song for When I Grow Up! In case you don’t know them, Paul and Storm are a comedy music duo that have been performing as a duo since 2004. Before that, they were one half of a cappella band called Da Vinci’s Notebook. http://www.paulandstorm.com/

Also, if you missed the panel or want to see it again, IRBGamer recorded it for your viewing pleasure:

On March 3rd Destructoid announced a contest where you can win a set of three-day PAX East tickets! Just go to Destructoid.com and leave a comment on the article telling us what you want (or wanted) to be when you grow up. The winner will be announced March 7th. Check out Sean’s new video while you’re there, it’s a good one!

Have fun and good luck!

Stories:
http://www.gameinformer.com/b/news/archive/2011/03/07/791834.aspx?PageIndex=5
‘Sean’s ‘Game Reviewer’ exclusive film for Destructoid got picked up by Game Informer! (They gave it 7 out of 10.)

http://www.rockbandaide.com/11062/pax-east-2011-harmonix-appearances/
We were so thrilled to be considered part of the MANY Harmonix panels compiled by our friends at Rock Band Aide!

http://www.hotbloodedgaming.com/2011/03/08/when-i-grow-up-game-reviewer-video/
Hot Blooded Gaming also picked up the ‘Game Reviewer’ film! Maybe Sean should make this job Episode 2?

Blogs:
http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=11015
The inimitable and proliferate Twenty-Sided Tale went to our panel, and when we realized this, one of the producers at WSK went totally fan-girly.

http://thetexbot.com/blog/2011/03/13/when-i-grow-up/
A beautiful, touching writeup about WIGU from someone who attended the panel. Much thanks!

http://creativefallout.tumblr.com/post/3844892266/pax-east
A writeup that mentions the origin and reason for the panel’s standing ovation. Thank you, sir!

http://stepto.com/Lists/Posts/Post.aspx?ID=660
Stepto humbles us yet again with his kind words. And writes once again of the semi-annual PAX plague.

Radio Shows/Podcasts:
http://www.theearlyshowonline.com/shows.html
Sean visited WIGU comedian Brett McCabe and Early Show hosts, Niki & Sarah, the morning after St. Patrick’s Day. In Boston. He REALLY misses partying.

http://majornelson.com/2011/03/13/show-391-the-pax-east-show/
Sean’s interview was the second-best thing about that week’s podcast. The best? Listen at the end of the show! (A VERY close third is Laura’s robot dance.)

Polish Gaming Sites From Poland (Int’l Edition) :
http://d-serious.pl/?p=7471
We can’t read Polish, but the fact is, Game Reviewing is a universal language. DZIĘKUJĄ!

On February 28th Destructoid released an interview of Sean Baptiste discussing his recovery from multiple brain surgeries. In Destructoid’s article, “Sean Baptiste to take brain training to the next level”, Sean credits When I Grow Up for improving his brain function. His doctors  claim that the challenges presented by the show, “are great rehabilitative exercises, helping to strengthen weak parts of his brain”.

See the full article by Nick Chester here: http://www.destructoid.com/sean-baptiste-to-take-brain-training-to-the-next-level-195277.phtml

Sometimes it’s easy for me to feel like things aren’t real. My sleep patterns are kind of a mess, weather takes away my cognitive abilities, and other than that I live a pretty sheltered life. I don’t leave home much, I almost never see friends or other people. When it all gets added up it is easy for me to slip into a sort of slight fugue state where things seem a bit cloudy and dreamlike. To me, this is probably how a zombie feels – though zombies do appear to socialize more than I do.

As I feel I am either good enough (or sure as hell better be) to rejoin the living on a limited trial basis I decided through the excellent guidance of both my brilliant fiancee, Maria and my standup comedy tutor from When I Grow Up (the talented and sagely Dana Jay Bein) to take another comedy class. This time I was going to up the ante a bit – not standup comedy but Improv 101.

I’ve always wanted to learn improv a little more properly. Of course I have done it a bit. I was in a short-lived troupe in college and made a few short films with director Trevor Chamberlain that were mostly improv’d… but I never really ever got down to the nuts and bolts basics. I also watched a ton of improv with one my best friends Sue Constantine, that shouldn’t be glossed over at all.

I also figured this would be an excellent test of whether I could sustain my attention in a class environment amidst peers, be active, and keep the blackouts to a minimum. The stakes aren’t terribly high because it isn’t like I am enrolled in college and paying exorbitant amounts of money. If I fail, I fail, and I’ll feel bad but I won’t have to eat Ramen every day (PLUG: seriously the class rates at ImprovBoston are very reasonable!)

The night before I made sure to get as much sleep as possible. No TV before bed, no distractions, no games, just sleep. In the morning I had a big breakfast took half of my pills (including the ones I was taking a break from) and then remained in a state of perfect chill for an hour or two, Then I scarfed down a Powerbar, drank a big glass of water, and had my last pill. Off we go!

I thought it would be a class of 12 but it was actually 14, and the room we were in was kind of temporary but just large enough to stand in a circle and do some improv warmups and games. Most of them were variations on warmup exercises I did when I was an actor so it wasn’t too hard to follow the class. I was paying attention and things were going well.

Oddly enough a lot of acting/improv warmups are about diverted attention, facial and aural memory, and speed processing. In other words this was a lot like a practical version of what I do on Lumosity and at Cognitive Therapy! I know I am only one class in but I think 101 style improv is custom-made for rehabbing from a traumatic brain injury.

I’ll have more to report in the future but I feel like it was an excellent choice. I only phased out a few times (and only had to leave to take a short break once) and when it was done I had enough cognitive energy to get back on the train and not get lost.  I’m looking forward to the next class!

Hey all, there really isn’t much of a post today. I kind of spent most of my creative juices doing some painting.

Now what I really need is to get some finger paints and a really big canvas…

Oh also I did start working on the germ of an idea of a joke (see yesterday’s post) here it goes (remember, it’s just the first draft): “Sure, Zach Snyder’s Sucker Punch is totally sexist and exploitative… but imagine how much worse it would have been if Neil LaBute directed it! Then, not only would the men exploit the girls in the movie in increasingly pervy and gross ways but it would turn out in the end that all women were the enemy in the first place.”

Lately I haven’t been terribly productive. A change in medication, a lack of focus, and some other stuff have made me feel like my progress bar just sort of shorted out and froze. This has been the case for a while now but I am starting to think I need to reboot.

How do I do this? What am I going to do? Where’s my reset button anyways? Will I have to defrag my brain afterwards? I used to be motivated by performance: getting in front of people and talking, or acting, or just being stupid. That seems less and less viable in my immediate future as I still have a tough time being around people for too long without becoming exhausted and tuning out. Also most of the things I would want to do would be at night which is impossible for me. So what do I do?I enjoy writing when I can motivate myself to do it. This blog as well as my attempts at larger bodies are deeply satisfying to me when I can get it right. I really enjoy comedy- clearly I enjoyed standup when I did it for When I Grow Up. I also listen to comedy pretty much constantly via albums and podcasts- I am practically mainlining it.

I’d like to keep doing standup but I keep coming up against the wall where there isn’t a such thing as a “Comedy Brunch” and I don’t really know if it would be a good thing if there were. If there comes a time I can stay up past 9pm without going into dissociative sleep I will get back into it, but for now its something I need to put on hiatus.

But the truth is my favorite part wasn’t performing standup (though I did enjoy it quite a bit when I could remember having performed at all) it was the process of writing a joke. The process of writing a joke, or even a whole bit is a process of iteration. The first draft of a joke is almost always shit. There is a kernel of funny in there but it needs to be streamlined, words have to be carefully chosen for full impact, explanations need to be clear and wicked concise.

I am probably describing something most people would flinch away from like having to do high school book reports again. But for me, that process of cutting/trimming/altering for maximum effect, it is amazing. Each joke is like a puzzle that needs solving, and when you get it, finally get it, it feels incredible.

So I think I should start motivating myself by writing at least one joke per week. I know, that sounds pretty slackerish – but each day I will work on that joke a little bit more. After a few days I should have polished a turd into a gem, or I will have to come to terms with the fact that I am holding a turd and need to start over.

I like this as a project because it will be easier to motivate myself to work on something small like this every day, even when I am at my sickest, than to work on something much larger. Also, I’ll be shining up my comedy skills while the standup is on hiatus.

I can feel the loading bar moving ever so slightly…

Remember when I said sometimes I am painting because I’m in a dark mood? That’s how this one came about. Sorry about the upper right hand corner glare. I need a better way to photograph this stuff.

I’m still painting.  If anything I am probably painting more than I was before. As I’ve said I’m still kind of working through what happened to me and painting helps. Consequently my paintings have been abstractly angry. Keep in mind I have no actual training in painting and Bruegel I am not.

A painting I did recently was particularly angry. In my head I pictured a hill on fire, the faintest silhouette of a ruined castle on top of the hill, and a red sky filled with smoke. Abstractly that was kind of the way I was feeling.  When I was letting what you see above dry I kept looking at it on the table and I hated it. It wasn’t what I thought I was going for at all.I kept walking past it every time I went through our dining room and my frustration with it kept growing. It looked like crap, time to paint over it and try something else. During this time Maria kept saying she liked it which I kept arguing was ridiculous because it was crappy. My anger management art therapy was actually just pissing me off.

A few hours later the painting was fully dry so I grabbed a brush and a tube of black paint that I was going to use to paint over the hateful thing. As I was moving around the table I looked at the painting from another direction – upside down.

Suddenly it didn’t look like an angry hill with an angry sky. The hill on fire had become a kind of pretty sky filled with spots of orange light. The sky had become a red landscape much less foreboding then I had intended. If anything the simple act of flipping it upside down had taken an angry painting I disliked and morphed it into a painting that actually made me kind of happy to look at. And all I had to do was change my perspective.

I think there might be something to this painting stuff.

Maria and I have a new ritual that is kind of cool. We wake up, get our coffee, boot up the Xbox, and then play an hour or so of “Alan Wake“. More specifically I play, and she watches it as if it were a tv show.

I like this as a morning thing. Normally we would watch something off the DVR or flip through the channels.  This is more fun. We have our funny comments about the characters or the ridiculous Coffee Thermos collecting (what?) and kind of work together to solve some of the more puzzling elements. She’s also much better at spotting collectible manuscript pages and usable items then I am. We work together but treat it like a show.  I love it!Probably the best part is that when the game came out a year ago I was fully unable to play it. My brain just couldn’t do it at all. Now, though, I’m not perfect but I can play it pretty well. It feels like progress.

We play in the morning for the most part because I am tiring out a lot earlier as of late. I stopped taking the pills that helped with focus, attention, memory, and energy because they were starting to make me feel really nauseous. So even though my brain would be capable of doing things better my body just felt gross and sick. It was wreaking havoc with my digestive system so I was losing a lot of weight, like an unhealthy amount. Therefore I’m off the pills for a while to see if I can build up my stomach’s resistance again.

Downside – way less energy, way less of an ability to accomplish tasks, energy crashes in the early afternoon. Upside – seriously increased appetite (I like food again!)

I’ve said it once or twice but my view of the world… my feelings on our reason to be (I won’t use the french version, it’s my bête noire) is that we exist to create stories with our lives. Short lives, long lives, lives everyone knows about, and lives few ever will- it’s what hold us together.

Now bear with me, I don’t know where I am going with this. I’m freestylin’.  What you create for your family, friends, and enemies is essentially an anthology of stories of your life. All will be remembered at least partially incorrectly and everyone will have a slightly different version but overall those stories that people tell about you are you, or at least a pastiche of yous stitched together from dozens, hundreds, thousands of memories.

We create stories. We show up in other people’s stories. Some people become so (in)famous that there are stories made up about them that aren’t even based in reality… legends. If we are alive we  are creating stories. Maybe they are about tragic loneliness, depression, the trappings of success, slapstick, love, enmity, failure, joy, pride, and a hundred other things. It’s probably all of that at the exact same time.

It’s kind of amazing to think that the ancient Greeks believed these stories were fated, and that those fates were woven for each person by Moirae (or if you’re Norse then they are the Norns). Each person’s life was a single thread with everything that happened to them colored along it.

What were they using all that thread for? Some stories say it was spun into an ever growing tapestry of the history and fate of mankind. Others stories never mention the thread being used for anything at all.

All I know is if the Fates are real they probably have their hands full.  After all the population of the world was about 50 million in 1000 BC, and is currently (as of this writing) almost at 7 billion.  They’re probably outsourcing.

A little off the track there, I apologize. What I am getting at is lately I have been thinking a lot about my own story. Is it what I want it to be? Am I doing enough to make it good? When is this shitty chapter over, and what the hell happens in the next one? Big questions that I have no answer for.

I know, in the end, no one really 100% gets control over how they’re remembered but I’d like to be at least remembered as someone who made and had a lot of good adventures, stories, tales, legends… perhaps a heist or two? I’m not there yet, and when I am it won’t be like how I was before my brain surgeries. Now I won’t literally be able to slide down a ships sail on a dagger – I’ll just have to find something equally as amazing.

Swashbuckling…I want a swashbuckling chapter.

Not to be confused with Pop Rocks and Champagne which WILL kill you. Maria and I make this sometimes, we call it Romulan Ale on account of its blueness and our nerdiness. What follows is a picture recipe so you can make it at home!

Hey everybody. Sorry I have been remiss in posting this week.  I’ve decided to take a cue from those in the medical field and vacate (this is how I choose to write the verb form of “vacation” because I hate words where the noun and verb are the exact same) for a week in August.  I have been vacating pretty hard in future Detroit and China because the new Deus Ex just came out and it is awesome.

But that doesn’t mean I’m just vacating all over the place and not preparing for September…  @facelesscog asked me to join the most badass team of superstars ever to grow beards competitively to benefit prostate cancer research.  That’s right, I said yes and have joined the current Eastern Division leaders “Team 9” for Septembeard.

My job? To not shave for the whole month of September and regularly supply pics of my not shaving.  Everyone else’s job? To donate money on behalf of Team 9 if  you can do so. Oh we’d also really like it if you spread the word about us through Twitter and Facebook, maybe Google+… possibly LinkedIn? Whatever you use to shout stuff at people.  Fanfic forums?

That money will then be used to fight prostate cancer which I an told is the second leading cause of cancer deaths in men. So if there were ever a cancer that needed to get punched in the face by Team 9 (and your donation)…. well I think we’ve found a good candidate.

So should I shave off my current beard at the end of August and grow a whole new patchy thing (complete with full neck beard) in September?  Or should I keep my current beard and let it get overgrown like a facial hair Machu Picchu? Your choice America.  How do you want to see this go down?

Team 9 is (and follow us all if you want to overdose on manly beard pictures and awesomosity):

@SFXZeroHourHero @robscentury @Facelesscog @macrogeek @thebrawnyman @Graham_LRR @HarmonixSean