Monday, April 28, 2008

My Pet Tricerotops and table twenty one

My girlfriend thinks I have A.D.D., and I'm starting to believe she's right. I'm barely able to concentrate on writing when I actually want to sit down and write. It's terribly annoying because I want to write more material and improve the material I have, but sitting down is so hard because I get distracted so easily. Even now, I'm working on some video editing and moving stuff around on my harddrive(s) so that my laptop's internal drive has enough space for a second video project.
Despite my inability to regularly sit down and write new material, I tried a couple new jokes tonight at the Forum. Several comics and I agreed tonight was not the night to do new material, but we found that out AFTER we had performed... Whoops. I'm working on a bit about Dairy Queen at the moment that I like, and have a couple things about my job as a waiter in progress and I thought of a truly ridiculous prank to pull on my roommate, but it's based upon my being bald, and isn't really all that unique or different from my shampoo joke. That's the last thing I want; is to have some set that's based on my being bald with call-backs and weird hand gestures. I mean it works for Josh Blue, but he has cerebral palsy, not a shiny head...
At the end of the middle of my set, I started getting a little blue, which isn't something I'm proud of, but if I were to look for a silver lining, I'd say at least some of the crass things that came out of my mouth were funny; I mean I know I can be funny when working dirty, I'd just prefer to not get so agitated that I go there.