Selling out
An auditorium near you…. or on principles, you get it either way.
An auditorium near you…. or on principles, you get it either way.
I’ve got so many ideas that I think would work as jokes, but I leave them scattered about my mental lair, languishing in their half-constructedness. I really need to pull up the mental boot straps and develop that other 15 minutes of material I keep denying myself.
I’m funny.
It’s true! I didn’t believe it either, but it’s definitely there.
This is hard to admit, as I don’t want to seem arrogant, but I’m pretty good at making people laugh, and when I’m not good, it’s only because I fail to have confidence in that fact. It’s hard because I surround myself with people who are also wicked funny, because by comparison, they are just as funny, and often much funnier than I am. I’m alright though, as long as I know that I’m good enough when I’m the one on the stage.
Anyway, it’s full steam ahead on comedy, have some great new stuff, so if you haven’t been in a while, check it out!
Certain behavioral heuristics in my chosen compatriots fill me with dread and sorrow in regards to not only the company I keep, but the very future of our species. I could never fathom being quite so careless with someone else’s heart. I may not be perfect, but at least when I’ve damaged something or someone, I either mend the ills or make amends for my transgressions. Denying fault may assuage your guilt, but it steals confidence in you from your would-be confidants.
The usual countdown starts, t-minus 312,482 minutes until life starts over.
Don’t judge me. Or at least, judge me fairly.
I was going to say something deep and meaningful, but thought of Joan Holloway and everything just completely slipped my mind. So it goes.
Wait wait! I’ve got it. I hate that television is damned alluring. I had vowed to not get hooked on any new shows, but Mad Men caught me with one episode. Damn them!
Though, I will say that while I like the show, I’m not at all like the protagonist. Not that I resent him, I just think it would be hard to do what I do with that supreme air of confidence. The End.
Being funny is a lot better than being a sad-sack. The only downside is the rampant self promotion thing, which isn’t really my bag, but if I want to do the comedy thing, I have to make a point of making sure people see it. Hopefully it won’t become too annoying…
Numbers were never my A game.
I tried comedy as a performance art instead of an awkward social mechanism, and it seemed to go over pretty well. I only had so much material prepared, but I know what worked, and what didn’t. I’m not sure if I would like to do anything like this for a living (or if I could, even), but it’s nice to know that it’s not quite as difficult as I had imagined to get a few strangers to laugh about bears, Jesus, and my awkward sex life.
I’ve been reading through my old blog on Myspace, and I think I used to be funnier. Infinitely more immature (yes, that’s possible) but a lot funnier.
Excerpts:
I honestly think that at this point, Heaven is just getting by because they just have to be better than Hell.
“Have you ever had sex in a public place?”
I thought that said pubic place, and for a split second I thought “Where else is there?” And then I remembered sodomy.
If the hands and legs are going to be there, I expect them to be doing other things, like juggling or shadow puppets, because I feel like women don’t really do enough to keep the man entertained in the bedroom.
A woman with tentacles would just be even more cumbersome. Honestly, the limbs you already have just get in my way. I’m looking for a quadriplegic that’s a bit on the adventurous side.
The only downside to re-reading the past is that you realize that your still wrestling with the same problems you’ve always wrestled with. I’ve made progress, but it’s not exactly like I’ve got life all figured out. I will say, however, that I’m a lot more comfortable now with the fact that I never will figure it all out.
I think that I should start Greenville’s first ‘Impromptu Street Choreography Ensemble.’ Because how awesome would it be if you were just walking down the street and 12 strangers just burst into dance with perfect rhythm, timing and purpose. Pretty damn, is the answer. Pretty damn awesome indeed.
