You’ll have to blame Radio Shack for this entry. See, I occasionally have illusions of grandiosity—while my activities have been limited to appearing in cable access shows up to this point, my brain sometimes roams to various themes of jokes that I could use in a comedy club. When I read this particular Radio Shack ad, it had a bunch of cell phones on the last two pages.
At that point, I was thinking about how if I ever got one, it’d be the flip-open kind just because it’s easier to cover up your mouth when you’re talking smack about someone sitting next to you at the dinner table. Then I started looking at their little screens and saw some text messages, a little bowling alley… that’s when this all started building in my head. It took a little extra effort to convert a standup act into something for TV (that isn’t Last Comic Standing), but I think it paid off. Or maybe the script is crap and it has illusions of grandiosity of its own. Continue reading “Technology Gone Berserk”
You may have noticed that the span of time between this entry and the last is approximately three months. Thus, to my regular readers (assuming there are any), to anyone who has visited the site, anyone who will visit the site, anyone who stumbled upon it while looking for porn… okay, to everyone in the universe, my most sincere apologies. Continue reading “My bad…”
I’m sitting here behind a table, waiting for someone to walk by so I can sucker him or her into buying baked goods for charity. I’m sitting here… and no one’s around. I’m fairly certain the clock is ticking, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Continue reading “And For The Record, The Time Sucks Ass”
Believe me, if I knew, I’d tell you.
There are times when I wonder whether my existence matters and how well the world would go on without me. There have been so many writers, scientists, philosophers, inventors, global leaders—people who have had a huge effect on the world around them, people who have changed the face of everything as we know it. Then I think about myself and how small I seem in the shadow of their monumental deeds. Continue reading “Making a Difference”
It was just like any other dinner, really. We ate, we drank, the food occasionally made an effort to escape from the plate, some people considered sitting nearby and thought better of it when they heard the conversation—same old, same old… Continue reading “Think of the poor buffaloes”