I went back to the Comedy Forum last night. Despite the fact I haven't been in quite some time, Claire the bartender/waitress still knew I liked coffee. She poured a cup without even asking. Nice. When Jim Stout read the list, I was second in line, following Clayton Champagne. There weren't too many people in the audience, mainly because the big competition was last week and it will probably take a little time to get momentum back. My set wasn't bad, I worked on my drinking material and my dog joke stuff and had a pretty decent time, I got laughs (which is the goal, I think) and worked on a conspiracy idea (no one tells me what I did when I blacked out because its a conspiracy). I hung out for the entire show, which was about 2:15 hours and made it home in time to beat a Homm3 campaign and start a new one (completing the first map before I went to bed).Work today has been pretty rough, my bosses are expecting quite a lot from me, especially since I'm doing my job and another guy's (because he called in sick again). I did get cookies, though, which is probably the only thing that kept me from walking out the door. I wish the people at work didn't know about my being a comedian. Well some of them; like the ones who suggest material. Every comedian knows what I'm talking about. This one guy keeps giving me the worst one-liners ever. Like: "What's the definition of a partial nudist? Someone who likes to watch other people take of their clothes." Holy crap, where's my notebook. God forbid I loose that gem. I tried to be nice (so it is probably my own fault he keeps bringing me stuff) and was like "that's kind of half-assed, right?" (hey, what do you expect, that pun was LAME). My boss Karen keeps introducing me to big wigs and important-type people and she's always like, "he's a comedian, he went to seminary" and so they always demand a joke. I don't think I've told one yet. Somehow the Animal on Animal porn joke just doesn't seem appropriate.
I'm sick of not living to stay alive
All I want is for you to email me.