Chomp me.

Because I wasn't insanely busy enough already, I replied to a post on craigslist Vancouver. A "coming soon" comedy website was looking for cast members. The concept was that there would be a main writing cast, and a section where the public could submit their own stuff. The lowest-ranked writer on the main cast would be dropped every week, and the highest-ranked public contributor would be promoted to the main site.

The site's name was chompchompdead.com - the sound it makes when you are eaten by a shark, which evokes the idea of a writer being demoted to the "chum bucket".

I submitted a couple of pieces - one a plea to Vancouver that asked they keep all the pilgrims from across the prairie provinces that make the trek but then return, disillusioned yet morally superior, to the people that stayed behind. They wrote me back and welcomed me to the first cast.

The result is a fun collection of wannabe comedy writers who post random shit in hopes of your approval. Who knows? Maybe I'm a comedy writer. I won't know unless I try - and unless you go over there and Chomp me.