That's Hollywood baby!

    I’ve been in Hollywood for almost 2 months, and as summer winds down I wanted to reflect a bit to update everyone back home on my ups & downs. To preface everything: Since I walked out of the door at LAX that first week of July; Los Angeles has been a breath of fresh air.

It was mostly due to the fact a humid New York had been, at the time, ironically hotter; but I was also able to breathe easier because I seamlessly stepped into the new life I was trying to build with the help of a one of my best friends. Since picking me up from the airport, my friend David; the guy who hired and invited me to live with him, has been nothing but welcoming and supportive. By bringing me into their network of neighbors and colleagues, Dave, along with his girlfriend (& my pal) Jen, have really gone the extra mile to make me feel at home while I sleep on an air mattress in their living room. We commute, hang, clean, shop, cook, eat and go out together. We’re a little family with a routine, and it’s been pretty cool to pick up like I never left off with the people I roomed with in college, in a our wild new 'spin-off' setting.

July was a kind of a touristy blur. I did all the things you’re supposed to do when you move to downtown Hollywood; Gawked at the Chinese theater, drove around Beverly Hills, went to the beach, partied on Sunset, and ate lots of tacos. I was getting along great with everyone at my new job, where I had the chance to stretch my creative legs again, and after a few weeks of figuring out the position, I really started to hit a stride. After work, I'd help Dave start to re-write a project he’s been kicking around for a few years. On Saturdays we grilled, partied and lounged by the buildings pool with anyone who would show (this place has a really cool ‘Melrose Place’ vibe). Sundays were for kickball with the #1 Dads, a rag-tag charity team comprised of friends and folks from work. It all came so easy.

August brought one visitor after another to Casa del David. First a set of cousins, then a birthday, then Jen’s sister, then another set of old friends. It was nice to have other people around to visit with, but continuing July’s party grew tiresome while I was still getting settled. The summer continued; I kept working and finished my business with the apartment back in New York City. I was getting used to the idea of living on the west coast long term. I was ready to start saving, and begin looking for affordable places to help get my girlfriend Nicole out here as soon as possible. Unfortunately on August 19th, a wrench got thrown in my plans that had been so well executed up to that point; I was laid off from work. That day was also my one year anniversary with Nicole.

A week prior, 2 out of 5 founders of the company walked away with roughly a third of the business. It happened suddenly, and on the next Friday more than half the office was sent home. As someone who had been there barely six weeks, I simply had no chance. I expected this town to chew me up and spit me out, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I would be lying if I said it hasn’t been tough since then.

We lost in the playoffs at kickball that Sunday.

On the bright side of things Dave had convinced me to get back on stage to do stand-up 3 weeks ago, and I feel more like myself than I have in a while. I’m not funny yet, but the rust is off the wheels and I have my voice coming under control, which is more than I’ve been able to say in a long time. In fact, I was able to get up for three minutes at the NerdMelt open-mic this past Monday, and I did five last night on Hollywood boulevard; both of which are a minor dreams come true that I will share with my grandchildren someday. That is awesome.

So, I want to find a way to keep that up as long as possible, even if I end up having to work at Target or something for a bit. To date I’ve applied for 166 jobs, but haven’t had much luck hearing back as of yet. Everyone left at the office said they’re looking out for me too, so my fingers are crossed. I’m feeling optimistic, but certainly wouldn’t mind if anyone who know’s anyone in LA who might need help to focus a camera, make a coffee run, or get a cat out of a tree to put in a good word for me.

I was weirdly relieved to be let go actually, because moving to LA had all been so easy. It was just working out too well, too smoothly; which is an odd occurrence in my life. Now that I have a little adversity and something to overcome, I feel more at home. Plus no good story just works out easy. Now I have something to talk about in the ‘tell-all’ book 30 Years down the line.

That’s Hollywood baby.

Two Weeks Notice

I know I don't write here very much, or anywhere for that matter. Why? The lazy (and bullshit) answer is "I've been busy". Not busy enough to excuse myself of the deserved guilt about it, I have the time; but busy enough that I have not felt the need or desire to express myself in ink online. Today I do.

The real answer is that I've been afraid, but more on that in a minute.

This week last year, I started what has easily been the happiest 365 day period of my life; I fell in love. Good enough reason right? I had been dating around in the early half of 2015, but found little luck at the bar, or on tinder, so I signed up for OKcupid. A few months in, I came across the profile of a lovely young woman from New Jersey named Nicole who was into podcasts, and dorky stuff like I am. I asked her "Who's your favorite Paul F. Tompkins character on Comedy Bang Bang?", and its been history since. We weirdly got to come full circle this past May, when we saw the show live in Tarrytown, NY and got the cast to sign a printout of that same message. 

For the rest of 2015 though, we did the 'young couple in NY' thing, and that was an easy enough social distraction, as I was still exploring the city myself. I was mostly content just being a human with someone to love, a decent job and an apartment in a cool city. I still had dreams (writing, stand-up, directing, photography,) but I had all the time in world to get to them.

I did do enough creatively that I could lie and tell myself I hadn't completely put my ambitions on the back burner. I wrote an unpublished article for New York Comic-Con, got up at a few open-mics, applied to jobs constantly, and got a few interviews at post houses around the city. I lowered the gas on the back-burner and felt just 'OK' about it.

Christmas came and went, my lease was extended until September, and work was steady. I took a few extra AVID classes because I had figured I was in a prime spot to make a name for myself as an editor; That I could work my way up, and then move laterally back into production at some point in the future. You know, 'when I have more time', that kind of thing.

It didn't occur to me I wasn't very happy with post until recently, during an interview with the NASDAQ. The role was a producer-type position with their social team, and I didn't know how badly I wanted to be back in the action until I was walking the floor where they ring the opening bell of the stock market. I remember looking up at the segmented kiosks of all the different media outlets, and it reminded me of my time filming the Red Wings at the baseball stadium. The next day at work I realized I can't sit behind a desk for the next 40 years, that's just not who I am. 

The back burner was lit. But first about that fear. 

Right after graduation in 2014, before I moved to Stamford, Connecticut, I was convinced it was impossible for some random kid from upstate to break into this industry at a high level with no connections. Its more or less unheard of. The plan was to work small time in Rochester for a few years, get comfortable being on stage regularly, add a few short films to my portfolio, and save up for a proper go at the NYC pipe-dream.

So when I got the offer for 'Millionaire', I jumped and a week later I was on the coast, riding the wave I have been on since. In the 6 months I was on that show, a few of the comics I knew back home had successfully completed their versions of plan A. By the time I moved to the Bronx, and lost the instinct to gawk at skyscrapers, everyone was here. I would go to shows, be floored by their progress, compare myself to friends/acquaintances unfairly, and beat myself up over it. Anyone who has ever seriously tried comedy will tell you, that is a very very dumb thing to do, but I'm the type that needed to learn first hand, until I basically 'froze-up' creatively.

It took me a while to realize that they had made a choice to do what they wanted to be doing, and that me going through the motions, and trying to play catch-up would not help until I was ready to make a move for myself. I get it now, but I'm still working on getting back on that horse.

Cut to:

June 12th of this year, and I'm laying on the bed in Nicole's room. It's Sunday, my 25th birthday, and the end of what was hands down the best weekend I can remember, all because of her. We went to Medieval Times, Kevin Smith's Secret Stash, an arcade, I was able to touch the ocean for the first time, etc, and I am on cloud nine. She is showering off the beach while I scroll through twitter on my phone, when my best friend from college, Dave calls.

When I went east, Dave went west to Hollywood. When I got into post production, Dave stuck it out a bit longer and landed a job at Obsev.com as a Studio Operator, and has since worked his way up. He had called before a few times with smaller job offers, but nothing of worth jumping ship for, although we had an understanding that he would let me know when it was time.  He said it was time, and lays out a possible offer out in LA that would have been too sweet too pass up. I have him on speaker, and Nicole walks in halfway through our conversation. She smiles because she is the sweetest, but I knew at that moment that was the worst possible thing for her to hear. It's still only a possibility at this point, but one I have to consider. We decide not to talk about it.

5 Minutes into the the ride back to my apartment in the Bronx, I bring it up. We just had the time of our lives together, and to have this offer handing over our collective heads would end the good time we spent together on a bad note. So we both talk, and on the George Washington bridge, we carry on a conversation that is the stuff of Drake songs; Ambition, love, what it means to be successful, what it means to be happy, where we are together, all of it. Tears are shed, but I haven't decided. When we finally get back to my apartment, we both feel a little better about the situation.

For my birthday I had asked, half as a joke, for vanilla on vanilla ice-cream cake (yeah, whatever), and again, because she is the sweetest, Nicole pulled it off. As we split the tiny Carvel, she flips on the TV and settles on "Saving Private Ryan", and it hits me.  I am sitting in my own apartment in New York City, with a girl I love, who wants to kiss me, eating ice cream, and watching what when I was 12, was one of my favorite movies. If I would have told that to my 12 year old self, he would give me a high-five and say I made it. Because like me finding a job right out of school, all this was impossible way back then.

So it clicked that I had to take the job. If I had achieved all my 12 year old dreams, why could't I check off the kinds of things I always talked about late at nights when I was 20? Back when Dave and I would be talking shit late into the night about working with Judd Apatow, or Steven Spielberg, while we waited for clips to load in the basement of the communications building. 

So I made a choice to pursue the things I want, and to make a move for myself. 

Nicole and I talked, and we're going to make it work. It's always been something she has wanted too, and it is a hell of a lot easier to do with a partner. So when I come back for Christmas, the plan is that we'll road-trip cross country together, and in between save up enough to lease a nice place somewhere in LA.

Last Friday it was approved, I bought my ticket to LAX on Monday, and today I put in my two weeks notice. I'm headed home this weekend to celebrate with my family at a wedding upstate, and over the next two weeks, please reach out if your in the city. On July 7th I start chasing the next dream. 

“I went to New York Comic Con, and learned that Patience is a virtue”

*AUTHORS NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR A WEBSITE IN OCTOBER AND NEVER PUBLISHED BUT HAS BEEN POSTED NOW BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN TOLD BY 2 PEOPLE IN THE PAST MONTH THAT I NEED TO UPDATE THIS WEBSITE * 

It's 2 pm on Friday at the Jacob Javits Center, and nobody's noticed my blogger Cosplay. Although I had been to last year’s convention, I’m still overwhelmed by the sea of comic, film, and video game characters. Already projected to have grown past the previous year’s record number of participants, this convention would be the largest gathering in its 10 year history. While walking the floor of an event like this is best experienced in person, I can describe it as cross between flipping through every Saturday morning cartoon ever made, while Black Friday shopping, on the moon.

Taking to the exhibitor section, I stop for a few to watch folks compete for bottles of Pepsi Perfect being passed in front of a Delorean. In the booth put together by Peter Jackson’s post-house, WETA Digital, I snap some photos of the Dwarves recreated from “The Hobbit” franchise. I also get a peek at the models used in this year's “Chappie” and some of the props from the upcoming horror film “Krampus”.

Snaking through the labyrinth of weapons, and figures, I come across a stand surrounded by rows of Legos from every set imaginable. Remembering this from last year, I go right for the “Simpsons”. I snag  Bart and Moleman figures to join Ralph Wiggum on my desk. It should be noted I purchased the ‘sarcastic’ Bart, eyes half closed, and it was 7 extra dollars. Worth it though, because, Comic-Con.

Perusing the comics, I cross off a list of monthly issues. Luckily this being the mecca of funny papers, I find them all. Before I know it though I’m almost out of money. Spending my last few dollars on the independent comic “Hafrocentric”, I have a conversation with the Author, who is nice enough to sign it for me.

All the free swag makes it feel like I got bang for my buck. By showing up at the right & time place, I’m gifted with a few exclusives. I’m lucky enough to score a Pretty Little Liars poster for my girlfriend, and portable charger from my new friends at “LexCorp”.

The solution to stop my bleeding wallet the next morning is waiting in line all day. Line-waiting of course, is a timeless and celebrated tradition at Comic-Con. Since I’m not on the press-release duties that come with covering panels, I check out video game demos. However this turns out to become a trying experience

After the wait for “Star Wars: Battle Pod”, I line up for “Street Fighter V”, slated to roll out in 2016. While there, I get to see the Executive Producer of the franchise Yoshinori Ono come out to greet fans. This is is the one of those moments that can only really be experienced at a show like Comic-Con; the chance to meet a creator while enjoying the art they’ve produced. While  I didn’t know the guy before, it was still memorable to play his game next to him, even though I was having my ass handed to me.

To kill more time I wait again, now for Bandai toys. I swore that I wouldn’t spend any more, but I’ve seen several DBZ power readers floating around and I’ve wanted one since age ten. After copping I head back for another game demo, but its barely worth the time wasted. Patience wearing a bit thin, I end up taking some more photos before I’m ready to ditch the show floor for the evening. I’ve previously RSVP’d for Adult Swim’s official after-party, luckily, I’m able to get in after waiting in yet another line.

Moral of the story: it’s worth it. The 2nd “Maiden” voyage of the Tyrannic after-party is one of the best nights I’ve had all year. A free event for anyone regardless of a convention badge, all aboard ate free food, drank, and made faces into a photo booth for hours as our ship sailed around lower Manhattan. The music, curated by one of the most savvy outlets today, was also on point. The evening reaches a fever pitch when we’re treated to a surprise performance by Rae Sremmurd. When the duo is inevitably joined onstage by a Master Shake cosplayer, I lose my mind.  

Episode IV: A New Year.

Cool Title Right?

Fun Fact: this is not the forth post of this blog.

Anyway, I figured it was about time to officially update everyone on the things that have been happening over the past month and a half. A lot has changed in a really short amount of time, and your man needs some reflection, so here we go:

Post Thanksgiving and December was one very hard lesson after another for me.

The biggest one being about prioritizing my time; Basically I had ended up putting off a big chunk of work until the last leg of post, and ended up working much harder than I should have been up until the last minute. It was like a simulation of college in real life. Never. Again.

Don't put off for months what you can do today, gang. 

I got through it fine, and am hopefully a more professional worker because of it. There were just there was a lot of late nights at the office, and wonton soup.

Overall: I had such a great experience working on this season of 'Millionaire'. I've learned a lot about the way a show runs, and have made some great relationships I hope to keep in touch with over the course of my career. I was so lucky to get this opportunity last summer, and glad I rolled the dice, and took my chances out in Connecticut. 

Post Team from 'Millionaire' 2014

All that probably wouldn't be that bad, if it didn't happen while I trying to find, and secure a decent apartment in the living nightmare that is New York City Realty. You think it's not going to be that bad, but it kind of is. It took a lot of research, appointments and narrowing down, but I was lucky enough to find a nice apartment with my pal Nick in a decent neighborhood near the Bronx Zoo.

The scariest thing I've seen in the big city so far, to my mothers dismay, was a real life raccoon  on the way home from the train station last week, bigger than any one I've ever seen upstate.

The reason for the big move in the first place, was I got hired at a new job! I am currently working part time at ABC news, working on shows like 'Good Morning America' "20/20", and "Night-Line". Its a great gig, and it allows me the time to field my options as a freelancer, and get back to work on comedy.

New Job looks something like a spaceship. 

The new job kind of added to my end of/new year rush, as I started the Monday after Christmas. I had two weeks of full time training, days and nights. So its only been the past week or so I feel I've really gotten to settle into my apartment, and take a few walks. You know, smell the roses.  

This post started out really negative, but things have been going so well lately, and I've finally taken the time to appreciate the little things like cooking for myself again, or doing laundry, and hitting an random comedy shows.

Its when I do stuff like that, that it hit me that this wasn't a vacation. I'm here for reals now, living in the city limits of the New York City. More or less living a dream I've had since high school.

I don't mind saying thats pretty cool.

Till next time

-Christian

A few months in:

Good Evening Mr. and Mrs. Internet and all the ships at sea, 

I figured it's more or less time to update all my friends and fans (sup grandma) as to what I've been up too in the past while:

Work has been great, we just wrapped filming. As you may or may not know, I work in post production, so I'll be here as the show is cut down through mid-December. Being a part of this season of "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" has been a truly life changing experience. There have been a few late nights, but more than enough high points. We had to set up everything from the ground up in a new studio, and make it work with a nearly overhauled team. Despite those challenges and with the help of contagious energy from our new host, Terry Crews, we have turned out some of the most exciting content in recent memory. (Tune In!)

I've made a lot of friends as well as great contacts among my co-workers, and gotten a chance to  learn from some truly amazing people, The combined body of work of this staff just blows my mind. Though the job is not finished yet, I am very hopeful about coming back next season, should we get renewed.

Besides work:

Life in Connecticut and the New York Metro area has been a dream come true. The city is beautiful, the people are nice, and the food is out of this world. With the weather getting colder, I find that any free time I have is spent taking the short train ride to Grand Central, to explore the city. Every time is like the first time, and I still feel a bit like a tourist. Despite being such a greenhorn, I definitely have the lay of the land now, and can't wait until I get the chance to move within the city limits. (Harlem maybe?)   

A lot of my time in the city has been going to see a lot of concerts, including Reignwolf at the Bowery, Action Bronson at the Chelsea Piers, and was lucky enough to attend The Global Citizen Festival in Central Park that featured Carrie Underwood, FUN, No Doubt and Jay Z (Beyonce showed up too!). I've was also been lucky enough to see Mike Birbiglia kick off his new "Thank God For Jokes" Tour, and catch the taping of Aziz Ansari performing his newest hour at Madison Square Garden. Watch it when it comes out, seriously.

My most recent adventure had me walking the floor of the 2014 New York Comic Con. It was a hell of a way to spend a Sunday, and one of the only times I've ever really understood what 'culture shock' felt like. It was intense, but one of the best days of my life, and it re-sparked a my interest in comic books.   

Really the past few months have been a total blast. But as I battle my desire to run wild through the streets of New York on a daily basis, I was reminded just the other day of why I wanted to come here in the first place.

Recently, a bright young comic and author/illustrator of the web comic "Time Trabble",  Mikey Heller,  got a very nice job writing for a cartoon in LA. I was lucky enough to have met Mikey a few times prior through mutual friends, and wanted to make sure to get to the last open mic showcase he hosted in NYC. I wanted to show support, and congratulate him (and maybe to kiss a little ass) but also wanted to network with the other comedians I knew in the area, knowing I was about to lose one of my only friendly 'in's' with the New York scene.

 When I got there to sign up, I was surprised to see a few others I recognized from upstate, who have also made their Exodus to the coast since the summer, which was cool. I noticed that Mikey didn't have a lot of time to talk (his show; understandable), and seemed a little tired, or frustrated, or at the very least, strained. I thought it was strange, for a guy on top of the world, and it kind of reminded me of something I had seen on the face of Lorne Micheals, or Conan O'Brien.  The show started and the laughs began to roll off the crowd, and (as I bombed my set) the light bulb went off in my head. Mikey was tired/stressed because he has been busting his ass,  working so hard on everything he does. He has a regular-ish comic, writes, works full time, does multiple shows a week (sometimes a night) and I was doing n-o-t-h-i-n-g. When I walked away from my failed bit, with the dissatisfaction that only public failure can bring settled in my mind and I began to think. 

When I took my job with the show, my life changed very fast. So much so, I kind of had to roll with the punches and take every day as it came to me. As the pace steadied, I'll admit, I got complacent. Caught up in living a normal 'adult' life away from college; I joined a gym, started going on adult dates, bought too many pairs of sneakers, read books, and started drinking wine.

Being in such a nice position, I too easily lost sight of what really makes me happy in life; laughter. Its easy to let things get in the way of our dreams when we get comfortable in our everyday routine, and I believe its one of those lessons you can't really learn until you live it.

But being in a room with active, struggling comics, and being able to laugh so genuinely like that, reminded me of what I really want to end up doing. TV was just a springboard to comedy, and the two, while often working together, are not automatically in tandem. While I imagined it would be impossible a few months ago, finding a job in show business was the easy part.

Making it Comedy is going to be a lot harder, but I know that now. 

Lesson Learned; Stay Focused.

Movin Out (Christian's Song)

One month ago, it was the first Monday after my graduation:

I'd had mixed feelings about the ceremony itself (it kind of felt like we were going through a drive-thru), but I had a blast with family and friends. The 20 plus people whom I shared a house with all year, invited their loved ones, and we had one last college blowout to remember.. or forget. We stayed up all night, played 'Piano Man' and 'Tiny Dancer', hugged long and reminisced loudly. It was fantastic. Sunday however, was a sad day. I remember watching all the people who lived in our house leave one by one, and watching them say their goodbyes to roommates and friends, possibly forever.

I thought I was staying in our house all summer, more or less, until I figured things out. So luckily, I didn't have to say too many 'goodbyes' that day. Just a few "until we meet again's", but I knew in the back of my mind, my goodbyes were coming soon, and they happened a lot quicker than I thought. 

But on that Monday I tried not to dwell on these thoughts, and wanted keep myself busy. I had work after all, and I have a tendency to bullshit my way out of dealing with my emotions with busywork. However; walking across the empty campus to the IT department, I felt like a ghost. I distinctly remember the hollow feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach, that cames from not knowing what the next step was. It was a dull and low pang, reminiscent of both heartache and nostalgia, but with the smallest twinge of hope. It felt like any and all options were on the table, for the first time in a very long time. I knew immediately that though it was a smart financial move to keep my school job, I needed to be out of Brockport as soon as physically possible. 

Throughout that week and the following one, I had applied to every job I was remotely qualified for, anywhere in the US, as well as a few abroad. I was also filming baseball games at night for the Rochester Red Wings, and although it was in line with what I went to school for, I knew it wasn't really going anywhere. I scored 2 interviews in that time; one at home at a company I've always wanted to work for since starting college, the other for a reputable cable news station based in Albany. I felt I did well in both of them, but wasn't chosen to fill either position. I tried not to get too down on myself about the jobs, but I found it difficult. I was able to get a few freelance gigs filming with CBS sports, and with a small start-up my uncle is involved in. More work for the sake of being 'busy'.

On the night of my CBS gig, I received a phone call, from my now current boss, offering me a position with ValleyCrest Productions, the company currently behind "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?".  I had spoken briefly with her before, but thought never in a million years would I receive a call back, due to my hesitancy at the time about moving to another state in the coming 7 days time. I asked for 24 hours to consider, she gave me 12.

I'm so thankful I was able to be around media people when I got that phone call, because after several encouraging conversations with them, I knew what I had to do. This position was a once in a lifetime opportunity that I absolutely needed to take, though I didn't believe it just yet.

I called my family, also hesitant, and friends, who were more encouraging. I started listing the pro's and con's, and I realized I was looking for a reason to NOT take the job. All I was thinking about was what would go wrong with moving, getting fired and having to come back, and how scary it would be to start a new life. I knew deep down, that this chance was what I had been waiting for since graduating high school, and that to grow as a person, I had to take a leap of faith.

So I did; In one weeks time I quit three jobs, broke a lease, tearfully had to say goodbye to my dog (for now), family and friends, packed up every thing I could cram into my Impala, and drove 400 miles to the east coast, in Stamford, Connecticut. When I got here I had no place to stay, and very little extra cash. This was an extremely hard thing to do; and there were more than a handful of moments that I almost lost my nerve.

But pulling into Connecticut, despite all the uncertainly now facing me, I could not have been happier. I can't in a long time,remember being so proud of myself, and absolutely sure with a choice. I felt like this is the stuff dreams are made of, and every great Hollywood story has a chapter in it just like the one I was now writing. And now a week after that, and through the magic of the internet, I now have a new house, in a town I'd never been too, and am having the absolute time of my life. I love my job, the people I work with, and the fact I get to explore again, something I've sorely missed. 

So I guess the lesson is, when opportunity knocks, answer the door, and always have a bag packed.

More on my adventures in the Tri-State area coming soon. 

The big interview....

Hello Internets,

As you may or may not know, I have been applying to jobs like a madman lately. Before I got the site live, it was mostly a practice in writing cover letters. In one of my flurries though I was given a call back to from the good folks over at Digital Vision Productions this past week and they offered me the chance to come in an interview with them.

I, of course, accepted, made the proper arrangements, and took the long drive out to Great Neck, Long Island. It was quite an adventure to be sure. The interview went well enough, though it was a lot shorter and more impersonal than I had expected, but, that is business world I suppose.

I felt strongly that I had come prepared and was the best "self" I could present. Job or not, I was able to pull a lot away from the experience of my first big interview, some stuff I was even able to incorporate right away, such as a few minor changes to the site and my resume. Though I hope to hear back from them with good news soon, my job hunt continues.

Sidebar: Later that night, I was able to film the Ryan Leslie and BadVerb concert at Iona College, while I coordinated the 'Portopia' shoot happening here at school. It was a little difficult juggling two shoots over 250 miles apart but it all worked out well, and was a great experience. Look for the footage coming soon!

Welcome to the site!

Hey everyone out there,

It's Christian, just running a little test post for the blog. I hope you like the look of the site! I like to think it's clean, simple, and straightforward, just the way I like things.

This is where I'll be updating you all on the happenings of my professional life, as well as where I'll post a copy any of my published works. I have a lot of scripts, and a few fiction pieces I could post, but they're a little messy, unfocused, or not polished enough for me to share yet. I can't wait to get back into writing a bit more for recreation once graduation is over. Of course a little more-so with comedy than anything else, but I have a few think-pieces left in me.

Other news:

-Big interview adventure coming up on Friday. I'll write about that adventure in my next post.

-While I'm gone I'll have people shooting the "Portopia" concert event back at school featuring Wale, 21 Pilots, Caked-Up and Thick as Thieves. At the same time, I'll be at Iona College filming Ryan Leslie ('Concert Reel' update coming soon!)

-My final show as producer of "Almost Television" is this week. It has been a rocky finish but I'm so happy with my team and can't wait to see how things shake out. 

Stay tuned!