Baby Makes Me Laugh
January 10, 2013 § Leave a Comment
This is an older video, but a man finds a good use for all his rejections. It’s good to laugh.
And a friend sent me a link with the title “Weird things make me think of you.”
That’s going on my tombstone. Laugh at something weird today!
(Women hiding in front of men disguised as their beards and pants was the link)
Giddy Up
August 23, 2012 § 3 Comments
It’s good to be prepared.
Early tomorrow morning, I will wake and attend a boot camp with a friend of mine. She’s a class regular and her eyes lit up as she described it. “It’s awesome. The first time I did it I puked and peed my pants. You’ll love it. Do you have a yoga mat?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Do you have 10lb weights?”
“I have 5lb weights.”
She frowned. “I’m sure someone will have an extra set you can borrow. The instructor will get mad if you bring anything less than 8lbs.”
I am so afraid.
It is a good fear. In the past decade (with the exception of child bearing years), depending on the holiday season or the size burrito I chose to have for lunch, my weight has fluxed up and down 5-7 lbs or so. Nothing major. We try to be healthy people. That hasn’t changed a ton, but I’m noticing flabby places I didn’t used to have. Plain old running isn’t cutting it as exercise anymore to curb the jibbly bits. I’m told this comes with age and I’m like, Sheesh. ARE WE DOING THIS ALREADY?
So, a killer boot camp might be just the kick in the patootie I need. In the event that I don’t survive, I would like to leave my laptop to Anne Riley (please clear my Google history). This blog will be used for the sole and complete purpose of posting Nathan Fillion pictures. The occasional LOLCATS and shoe deal will also be appropriate.
Thank you. If this is the last we see of each other, you are beautiful readers.
We have a date. A date with pain.
Monday Brought Boogers
June 18, 2012 § 5 Comments
My 4yo picked this flower and told me to put it in my hair. As you can see, I did. Then he said, “You look beautiful, Mommy. I think you have a booger.”
We both laughed so hard.
I’m so thankful to have who I do in my life, and that those people love me for who I am. Just me.
“To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.” -E.E. Cummings
If Batman and Thor were to have a “talk.”
May 7, 2012 § 5 Comments
Batman: It was a big weekend for you and your little friends.
Thor: My little friends? They are hardly that, sir.
Batman: Look…just because your movie came out first, doesn’t mean I couldn’t kick your butt back to Asgard. You and that surfer boy look you’ve got going. Ever heard of a hair cut?
Thor: Surfer boy? Sir, I have no quarrel with you. You are of the DC World and therefore, beneath me, but if you continue with this verbal harassment, I will not hesitate to toss you into the cupcake behind us.
Batman: I bet that’s what Joss Whedon told Kenneth Branagh to call you after - his little cupcake.
Thor: HAMMER.
For the record, I look forward to both these films and think Joss Whedon, Kenneth Branagh, and Christopher Nolan should get together and make movie babies together. Or form a rock band. Other captions are welcome.
The Third Time
April 29, 2012 § 6 Comments
I did standup again. Yes, this goes against my whole “I don’t have the head space to do more than one a month” thing. In all fairness, I signed up to do this a month ago, thinking MORE TIME ON STAGE IS GOOD.
A comic I met my very first time doing standup – Carla “The Truth” Youngblood - asked if I’d be interested in performing in a club downtown. She got my name, number, and email address. When she called me up, she said, “We’re only wanting four or five comics who will do 10-15 minute sets. Can you handle that?”
Up until this past Thursday, I’d only done two 3-5 minute sets, each one ran on the long side. I went over my first time and finished right at five minutes on my second. Add those together and you’ve got 10 minutes.
“SURE,” I said. Comics all over the internets are shaking their heads at the computer screen, shouting, “NO. DON’T DO IT.”
Between last Saturday’s bomb and this past Thursday’s bout, I practiced and practiced Saturday’s material. I only went over the entire 10-15 minutes once to time it, but felt confident.
It was held in this swanky longue, Legend’s Bar right across the street from the Alabama Theater in downtown Birmingham. It was a smaller room, but filled up pretty quickly. This was actually the Legend’s fledging comedy night. “The Truth,” who spearheaded the event, has been doing standup for about a year, knew the owner pretty well, and the rest is history.
The environment and mood were just so different, so much more relaxed. When I got up there, it went great. The crowd was awesome. I felt like I was actually talking to them, having a conversation. When they weren’t laughing, they were nodding their heads in agreement. I definitely want to do it at that venue again (if they’ll have me). ALL the comics were so different and fantastic. The most experienced was Down Town Tony Brown who’d been on BET for a comedy tour.
Something interesting happened that night – I experienced a form of “muscle memory” from my first night’s material. Musicians know what I’m talking about, where you practice a piece of music enough, your fingers remember what to do without even thinking about it. It felt like that. The words came so naturally, without any thought or effort. I was able to focus on feeling comfortable, my expressions, and the performance.
Everyone in the audience came up to us after the show and had great conversations. It was more of a mingling than the Hallway of Glamor and stage. For a fledgling comedy night, all the performers agreed it was amazing and so much fun.
GO TEAM STANDUP!
