Did the comedy thang yesterday and last night.
New bartender. Had a strange and funny moment with him. I am just sitting there while Felicity goes to our bathroom and this seeming random stranger gets up from the bar and walks up to me and asks, in a soft friendly voice, if I want a diet cola or something.
And at this point, my head is spinning because I don’t not waddy fug is going on, so after a few pregnant seconds I say “Do you….. work here?”
And that’s when he tells me he’s the bartender. And I was relieved because now the world made sense to me again.
And a little disappointed, ’cause his gentle voice was quite attractive to me and had he been a random dude who wanted to buy me a drink, I would not have said no.
Might have turned into one heck of an evening. I’m just sayin’.
Wrote my jokes in the afternoon, as usual. But this time I kind of cheated. A joke from when I used to do Hank Watches Television, my rather crude but effective webcomic, occurred to me, and then I suddenly realized that I still had every HWT I ever did, and from there it was easy to go to the files and essentially plagiarize myself.
Way back then in 2009, I found the site stripcreator.com, checked it out, and realized that it made making webcomics so easy that even I could do it. And so for a while, I did one every weekday.
Of course, just like this blog, I never showed the comics to anyone except a few friends, so nothing ever came of it.
But it was a way to showcase my comedy talents and I am glad I did it. Sometimes I get the urge to go back to it, or to start up another strip.
Or maybe to use the existing crudely put together strips to attract someone who is willing to draw the thing in collaboration with me.
Anyhow, I did like 300 of the things, so I will be stealing from myself for many Wednesdays to come. And I don’t feel bad about it, because all the greats do it.
And it’s not like my standup audience (hi, Jason!) will know the difference.
Oh, and speaking of which, last night was special because for once, everyone int he bar was actually listening to us.
I didn’t mention it at the time because I didn’t want to jinx it. But it wasn’t just Jason last night. Everyone in the bar paid attention to our little comedy show.
I hope that’s a sign of things to come. I will learn a lot more, faster, with more people listening to my little jokes.
In particular, I want to work on my audience rapport. I have been sort of semi-ignoring the audience so far in favour of just kind of doing my thing, but I know that I have the potential to be able to really connect with the audience and that’s where I want to take this little dog and pony show next.
Just me and the audience, hanging out and shooting the breeze, enjoying life.
Sounds good to me!
More after the break.
Flow Morphia Slow
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No seriously, Morphia…. slow the fuck down.
I am currently somewhere near the maximum level of being fucked up by bad sleep. Not only am I groggy, disoriented, sweaty, dizzy, and feeling faint, but when I got up from the computer to go get supper, I felt this bizarre sensation like something big was evaporating from the core of my body.
That was pretty fucking weird.
Oh, and I also feel weak and tired and sort of sleepy as well. And as always, there’s that feeling of having been through some kind of extraordinary ordeal that I only just barely survived and next time I may not.
Like I just ran a marathon through Hell.
I feel like this is what it is like after having had some kind of powerful religious vision. The mind has been running at maximum capacity, way beyond anything that could happen while your conscious mind is active, and that means you have blown through a massive amount of your physical brain resources and that frigging hurts.
Like writing an exam, but oh so much worse.
Oh, I almost forgot our old friend, the feeling of having been squashed flat and had all the juices squeezed out of you like bacon squashed by a spatula on a griddle.
I wish there was some way I could see one of these extra intense naps coming. Then I could prepare myself. Make sure I am well hydrated, put a nice cool towel near the bed, or maybe a cool damp cloth. Plus a change of clothes and bedding so I can take a quick shower to rinse the flop-sweat off my body then change into clean clothes before maybe getting back into a nice clean bed to get more sleep.
Hopefully of a more healthy variety.
Oh, and something light and nutritious and easy to eat should be on hand so I can replace the calories and nutrients I just blew through.
I’m thinking some sort of dried fruit snack, perhaps. And a croissant.
And obviously, a nice cold beverage. Chilled fruit juice would be ideal, but not too much of it, as it tends to hit the blood sugar pretty hard.
So does dried fruit, come to think of it. Dammit, there’s always a catch.
So I guess what I am saying is that if I was rich and had other people to do all the work, I would have this kind of thing set up by my bed all the time, just in case.
Then again, if I was rich, I would have a personal trainer and a kickass home gym and I would lose the extra weight that led to the sleep apnea in the first place.
But I think I would still have all that nice stuff set up around my bed.
After all, waking up to a croissant and fresh fruit is great no matter what!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.