Last night at the Bone my friend and fellow comedian Paul Harris asked why my blog wasn't funny. That's a good question, and one I plan to discuss at a later date…
I wasn't on last night, so I did a Bucket of Fish. Kevin Patterson stopped me last night and said he hadn't seen my site in a while, so he was checking it out and saw the comic. He was complimentary (You could learn a lot from Kevin, Paul) which is always cool to hear.
Anyway, back to the "funny business". Why aren't I funny in this blog? I don't know, I usually just try to talk about what's going on with me, and I usually don't see that as being funny, I guess I don't have my "filter" on at all times. Mike Birbiglia has his secret public journal in which he talks about his everyday life and it's very funny, but I'm no Mike Birbiglia…
To me, my life seems a little boring, allow me to explain; right now I'm typing this at work, on the clock, flagrantly abusing my company's internet bandwidth. I have headphones on so I don't have to hear my coworkers talking on the phone (they're supposed to be calling Doctor's offices, but when the topic of car insurance comes up a hundred times in a conversation, I'm pretty sure they're not talking to someone's OBGYN). I don't work on the phones anymore, which rocks. I'm what's called a Business Analyst. What I do is, I make charts and graphs, organize data, construct databases, manipulate queries and basically "dork it up" professionally. I love it. It's like problem solving all day, the problem is, I get too excited about my few accomplishments. Some days, I'll be working on a query for hours and the logic will escape me, so I get errors, duplicate records and all types of annoying computer messages: "member already exists in an object module from which this object module derives". Anyway, I overcome these obstacles and like I said, I get excited. Too excited. I've been known to jump up, throw my arms in the air and make a happy noise like "Oh yeah!". My coworkers will look at me with annoyance (because I'm interrupting their long distance phone call) and I'll sheepishly slink into my seat mumbling, "I found the one to many relationship and avoided a key conflict". The only thing worse that the look my coworkers give me is the look my boss gives me when I'm blogging on the clock. I know because I'm getting that look now.
So the moral of this blog is:
Making long distance phone calls at work. Good
Blogging: Bad