"Today's" blog is over two days late, and I'm not really sure why. I mean I know why but I odn't know why I didn't feel like putting anything down. I wasn't on stage Tuesday, so I went home and cranked out another Bucket of Fish referring to a conversation I heard Matt Behrens having. I'm kind of off the writing wagan as of late, I haven't really had the ideas to work on lately; no new premises. I'm not good at just writing what pops in my head, I mean my handwriting is horrible. I type almost everything that needs to be put on paper, in fact I'm in the process of transferring all of my jokes to printed joke sheets. I am such a dork. I would just sit in front of my computer and write, but I get distracted so easily. I've uninstalled almost all of my favorite computer games, but then I found out I have Miscrosoft Hearts on my computer, and the next thing I knew I was late to work... There's an episode of Malcolm in the Middle where Francis has to concntrate on a homework assignment, and he procrastinates so bad that he actually makes a maze/race track for a cockroach or snail (I forget what it was) and does time trials that take forever. I feel like that sometimes. I did come up with a couple new ideas to work on last night, though. I'd really like to get into the whole "pain is funny" aspect of comedy. It's not like I've had a horrible life, my parent's never divorced, they treated me well and we never went hungry, but I was never popular in grade/high school, and I got made fun of alot. And that has almost everything with my personality today, and I'd really like to talk about that, or rather, I think I deserve to get some jokes out of that. I actually mention "all the kids at St. Brendan's Catholic Grade School on my Thanks page because of that. My best friend and co-graduate from St. Thomas Seminary asked why I listed my arch-nemisis (yeah, I'm a super hero) under the high school section (and in front of my class-mate to boot!). That guy made me so miserable in high school I had no choice but to laugh with him. Pain is funny, I guess. I was reading a Judy Carter book, and she touches on the fact that comics, as a whole, aren't right. I guess she's right, a lot of us probably should either be in therapy, are in therapy, or use comedy as a form of therapy. Pain can be really funny, I guess, though usually not at the time. I mean the majority of my act is in one way about pain (getting dumped, fired, humiliated on the ski slopes); Not in the way Christopher Titus's standup is about pain, I mean I didn't go through anything like that nor do I want to put myself on that level. My new philosophy, or hope rather, is that almost anything can happen, and I'll be alright if I can get a joke out of it. I just want to laugh at life, (that'd be a good CD name... Laughing at Life). So far, though, nothing's real funny about someone smashing my car door in the Westport parking lot... Whoa, I started this blog with nothing to write, and I tangent off for half a screen... Anyway, it's Friday, sorry about the tardiness of the blog... see you next week.
-Marcus