My group the Cat’s Cradle Ensemble is performing a fully improvised off Broadway show at the Player’s Theater, Friday October 27th at 9:30pm. Tickets are selling fast!

Corck board with a note clipped to it. The note’s title is “Chris Highlights”. The note reads, “Hi. Listen, alright? I’m telling you a story about me, Chris DeLuca, the improvistor. I’ve locked the doors. They’re in my apartment, so it doesn’t affect you, but I still want you to think about it. My improvisational style has been described as silly, featuring big doofy character work, combined with quick footed logic to tie everything together. Who made that description? Who cares! More importantly, who smells? Me? Wrong. I’m in my apartment, so I know you can’t smell shit. You plinth weasel. My comedic voice is very gentle. Jesus.” An organge callout over the corkboard reads, “Come see chris at the players theatre 10/27 | 9:30pm”

When talking about the joys and pains of making art down here in reality, a friend introduced me to Lifers, Dayjobbers, and the Independently Wealthy: A Letter to a Former Student. It covers the music industry, but I found it broadly applicable.

We do not live in a meritocracy, hard work doesn’t automatically equal success when we are competing against those who have paid their way to the front of the line. But not to worry Billy, you have time to make your mark in your beautiful hometown of New York, let me tell you why.

A Fishy Suprise

I’ve decided to publish my old fiction on my blog. Here is one of them. I saw a man walking towards a pond the other day, swinging a headscarf, balancing on a tent pole. He was broad, lean, and … Read more

Started reading: Where it Rains in Color by Denise Crittendon 📚

Good cop: Tell us what you know, and we’ll get ice cream.

Bad cop: If you don’t talk, you’ll never eat ice cream again!

Weird cop: in clown suit I prefer sorbet.

First rule of over sharers anonymous—tell everyone.

Found my plant at the Brooklyn botanical garden.

A small leafy plant with a plaque in front that reads “Chris”

Finished reading: Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu 📚

Brilliant razor blade dissections of what it feels like to live in the world right now.

Them: “Oh, you play in an Orchestra! That’s so cool”
Me: “Yeah, well, I play kazoo”
Them: “That’s still pretty cool”
Me: “THIRD CHAIR”

Just got my COVID booster and flu shot 💉 💪

Sunset Park goes hard for Halloween 🎃

An apartment building with life sized Michael Myers, Jason chained to Freddy coming out the window.

Started reading: Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century by Kim Fu 📚

New product idea: Glass Paper. It’s sand paper…from the future.

New website idea: Mustard seed Wikipedia, a Christian condiment reference, by the community.

New horror novel: Krampus Clamps a Close-pin, wherein the titular Christmas terror smells something bad. 800 pages, minimum.

Children’s book idea: Pimento Clementi Learns to Loofah, wherein the titular Pimento, a young, well-heeled boogie-boy, discovers exfoliation.

Bladder report: if I pee right before I leave, I’ll have to pee again before I arrive.

Finished reading: Say Nothing: A True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland by Patrick Radden Keefe 📚

TIL if the data that a GraphQL query is looking for has multiple types, the entire object will be removed. This is communicated via a non-halting warning, letting the “Can’t find the object” error blow up. Spent too much time debugging the error before noticing the warning 🙄

From Luke Planet’s No One Actually Wants Simplicity

I think a good test of whether you truly love simplicity is whether you are able to remove things you have added, especially code you’ve written, even when it is still providing value, because you realise it is not providing enough value.

Just played Cage Match at Caveat with Loose Corn. Thanks to Max, the two out of towners, and the Kaplan Brothers. For anyone outside the NYC improv scene this has been an impenetrable word salad.

Seven improvisers posing goofy on stage

On the way to Utica to perform in the Uptown improv festival. There have been the expected number of bits in the car.

Apple Maps is having a day.

Screenshot of Apple Maps detail view showing the nyc subway. Instead of the train letter or number it says {RT_Symbol}

Had a wonderful time visiting my friend Zach and his family in Chicago. I’m the one who looks like he smells a fart.

Two white dudes sitting in a cart in a loose woods. The man on the right stares impassively into the lense. The man on the right looks like he smells a fart.

Did a little dress up with my friend’s five year old son’s hat and tie. It’s the first time my head has ever looked big, and the last time I’ll have my dignity.

A white man grinning wide with a small fedora on the top of his head and a tiny bow tie.