Prepping for visitors

There will come a time when I let Howington and the Gang know about Meatlights 39, the blog.  I’d like to have some more content here first.

The more people you know personally that know about your blog, the weaker it gets.  Unless you’re a prick, you don’t run roughshod over people’s feelings.  The gods know I have enough fucked-up, fucked-down problems to be complaining about anyone else.

Your friends are your friends because of what Buk called, “The prejudice of shared experience.”  Not so cynically put, you should love and honor your friends, not tear them down.

I went up

Well, I hit the open mic, for a total of 3 times in the past 6 weeks.

There were 25 people in the club tonight, 18 of them comics there to perform.  It was a very-low-energy atmosphere.

“Tim the Dairy Farmer” was the MC.

I’m pleased I remembered most of my stuff; I’m not pleased at the lack of polish.

I’ve got to make time each day to work on comedy.  If I’m serious about it, I will.  I’d like to make money doing it, and “fast”.  Outside of two years would be great.  That’s all.

I already celebrated my courage with a burger and shake from Wendy’s.

Quoticle – Zen Detergent

After enlightenment, the laundry.

~ Zen proverb

Performance anxiety

I go up tonight.  And if I chicken out, I’m still going to the club, which makes it doubly torturous.

My bits for tonight are half-baked and unrehearsed, so this is going to be more of a test to see if I can’t bring the “natural” comedian I am in real life to the stage than proof I can memorize material.

Successful comedy means taking your gifts and making them work onstage.  The goal is to take the funny person you are  (most of the time) and the art-skills involved with delivering jokes, and focus these two blurry blobs into a single sharp image.

I guess if I fail as a comic I’ve got a future in optometry.

Not much post, thanx in part to turdpress

This fucking piece of shit blogsite ate my post without so much as a thank-you burp this morning.

NEVER do your typing inside the actual text-space you’ll be posting. Lesson RElearned.

That said, I’m tired and have shit to do tomorrow, now today.