|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
You know... I was thinking, today, about why people are so scared. Oh, yeah... Autism makes you really stubborn. And it makes you arrogant... and it makes you brave. K.
Well... listen... I KNOW what I'm doing. As far as I'm concerned... it's check mate for them. About a year ago... when I developed my strategy for becoming famous via the internet (leading to TV, of course)... I sent my plan to my big brother. The ONLY person that I know, with certainty, has my thinking capacity. I remember hearing his tone when he said, "It's possible." But he sounded... almost jealous about it.
I was like, BOOM! Well--big brother has different computer skills than I do. He's in web design (no... he won't build the site for me even though it would not be any trouble or time for him) but he hasn't ever played around with social media just to fuck around with people and gain attention.
I pretty much went to work and went home for years. I have sleeping trouble from my brain going nuts all the time--filled the void and boredom with internet personas. I've had um... not sure how many... 4? I think it's four.
No matter which social platform I used... No matter what my avatar... I ALWAYS got viewers. The only time I tried hard at it was with my comic. I was at it day and night, practically, gaining viewers. I got my comic up to over 7000 views a day in 2 1/2 months... Then I fell into a terrible depression and dropped the whole thing.
So... when I was ready to do stand up in LA... after dropping 70 lbs... I knew what my game plan was. I've looked into how long and how hard you have to try to make it the TV way... years and years... while your early days you're contractually obligated to some asshole prick that tells you what you can and can not do... ruining your vision to keep the FCC at bay... FUCK THAT!
I, originally, was going to develop a female Dylan Moran character. Just because he's got demented, quirky thoughts like me... and I wanted to look like a dirty basket case--just to get away from the pretty-girl-pissing-contest. I was going to wear pajamas. I was thinking I'd be "Pajama girl."