Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Compliments

I got the best compliment yesterday. I was told that my sense of humor (writing and observation) is not slapstick but more along the lines of a Dennis Leary :) How cool of a compliment is THAT?! I sent my very good friend Amanda (South African but with a UK passport..go figure) to the blog entry I had posted after getting over the blah's so she could read it. I would have sent SUG there first, but the time diff means she is drooling on her pillow right now. I have to say I love having friends that get the long winded joke in that blog. Why surround yourself with people who only find bathroom humor funny? I am not saying there is anything wrong with bathroom humor, but I go for more of the cerebral humor. Not the pompus kind. The dry, sarcastic kind. For example, Dennis Leary. Love his comedy. It is biting, cerebral, sarcastic, and profanity ladened without being pompus. He has worked very hard to have the “working man’s image” – chain smoking Marlboro’s, drinking tons of coffee and booze and not wearing designer labels. But when his comedy is analyzed, it is entirely NOT bathroom humor. What makes him enjoyable to all the regular joes out there is the fact that he presents himself as the same kind of hardworking construction shmuck as the next guy but with an axe to grind. If you have never heard the song “Asshole” by him, you MUST listen to it. So, I am quite honored to have been told I have a similar humor to him.

That sucking sound you just heard was the air being sucked out of the room to allow space for my ego :)

Monkeys

Was on my way home from a bar (surprise) and decided that I would try again to contact the other side of my brain – Sug. Miracle of miracles, she finally answered her phone and wasn’t in a meeting from hell. Little did I know the reason behind that availability was that her job had been outsourced on Monday morning and here it was Tuesday afternoon in California. She was out driving around doing errands in the Durango. I have not laughed that hard during a conversation in a while. Totally owe the Sugsta for kick starting my creativity again. We were discussing senses of humor and shiznit and I was whining about how I had this HUGE burst of creativity on Friday Night/Saturday Morning. Was laying on my bed hugging a pillow after a few drinks out (surprise surprise) while the Finnish midget was emailing her friend and I began to talk to myself. This, the random statements not the boozing, is not a surprise for those people who know me well. Random thoughts issue forth from my gob at the most inopertune times. I usually blame it on Terrets, which I don’t have, but people don’t know that so they have to go around being all politically correct to me – ‘cause you don’t want to upset the person with a disease right?.. Anyway, I am laying there drunk, and wow my brain starts firing out all these things that are “pathetic”..I was on a roll people. I was making MYSELF laugh audibly and I figured GREAT. I jump up, run to the living room and grab my trusty laptop. Race back to my bed, get myself all situated with the pillows in the right place (comfort is usually conducive to writing for me) and ya know what happens? NOTHING. The entire rant that I had come up with was gone. Poof. Off to see the Aether Bunny without so much as note saying “Ciao, and don’t forget to turn of the iron!”. So now only snipits of that world class observation on the human condition remain. Sug suggested I grab one of those digital voice recorders so I can record what I want when it happens. She goes on to tell me that the creative process that we have in common is a right brain-left brain thing. If this is true, and she is the other side of my brain, then that bizatch has been stealing my ideas! Damn you Sug! I always knew I was the driving creative force in this duo. Sort of like the Wonder Twins, but our power is biting sarcastic and cerebral humor – without the monkey. Although having a monkey could be cool. I digress.

The rant “Pathetic” is gone forever, which is sad, but I still think that Sug helped me get out of my creative funk by relinquishing control of the creative part of my brain back to me. See, she may be this really great screen writer, but I am the one with random stuff issuing forth from my piehole which induces side splitting laughter. Okay, it is only splitting my own side, but that is what counts. I don’t care what makes other people laugh. I just like to pontificate (word of the day) on politics, religion, small monkeys, cheese, Belgium, etc, all to hear my own laughter. ‘Cause isn’t that what it’s really about? Amusing yourself at someone else’s expense? Come on folks, don’t you dare sit there and tell me you have never, or never had the desire to laugh out right at someone else’s stupid behavior, deformity, intelligence level, yadda yadda. If you try to say: “Oh, no! I would never do something like that.”, you are liar. Worse, you are BAD liar. If you are gonna lie, at least be good at it people. I find nothing wrong with pointing and laughing at stupid people. It is what makes life worth living sometimes. Seriously, human beings are so incredibly stupid sometimes it is not surprising how close we are in DNA to a frickin chimp. See..it all comes back to the monkey.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Brain Dead

I have no idea what is up with me lately. I am completely brain dead. More so than usual. I have not a spark of creativity in me. Could it be that work is just mind numbing lately? Could it be that I can't wait for my next holiday time to start (24th of July) and am looking forward to the 3 weeks I will have to myself.

I am just blah.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Independence Day

Happy 4th to all my fellow US Citizens! Roll out the BBQ, Beer and Fireworks!