Not a very lively week here in ol' Heckasac. And I do mean ol. Can you believe how long I've been doing this? I'd like to remind you that it was way before facebook came and ruined everything in the entire world for everyone. Too strong?
And no one has ever come close to matching the regularity of my posts. Remember all the blogs that have come and gone? The ones that started off strong and faded away? Remember when Sac Rag was a big thing? Oh wait, they are still posting! I'll have to go back to checking. Although when SNR had a "best of" blogs category, I argued and will still argue that a "blog" with a whole roster of posters is really not a blog. Remember when I used to start fights with everyone before I knew that people would find out about it? Remember how through the kind attention of editors such as NM, OMF, AY, RD and RL I have been able to enjoy a successful freelance side line? Remember that new yorker article about the first blogs? The people who started it were insufferable. Thanks for sticking us with such a stupid name, you indie wimps.
What is the secret to my longevity, you ask? Pretty much just saying whatever, good or bad, ego or id, scandalous or mundane, profound (ha!) and cliched, crazy or sane, funny or stupid, wrong or right. I used to get super embarrassed about most things I posted but now it is such second nature to me. I never think about it. I probably should. I transferred my embarrassment to my freelancing. Usually I can't look at it when it's published and then later I read it and I'm like, that's pretty good. I was just laughing at my new thing in Edible. That's right, LOLing at myself, which smiller was LOLing at me for. Remember how LOLs probably didn't exist when I starting this, let alone ROFLMAO or pwned.
So, this is the end, my only friend, the end.
JK. I just felt like a walk down memory lane. Let the trolls spread their vitriol below!
I went to the open mic comedy night at Bows last night. I enjoyed it greatly and am really drawn to the spectacle, discomfort and anger of those who are drawn to standup. I saw two guys do their first standup ever. One was like an angry car wreck and one pretty much just read jokes off his phone. If I was a heckler I would have yelled "do you just google "jokes" and read whatever comes up?" Host Ray Molina is quite funny and the last guy did like a half hour and was super funny. I wish I could remember his name. He was from LA. There was a donation jar but I don't think these guys could have made any money. What a perverse thing to be drawn to.
The crowd was terrible, which I think is not typical. There was mostly silence and then this dreadful table with a woman who would compulsively laugh loudly, but often at what her table mates were saying and not at the jokes. She would drown out the jokes and some of the comedians were pretty much forced to remark on it. I wanted to KILL HER by the end. Anyway, it's cheaper than a night of theater and pretty much as absorbing if you can stomach secondhand embarrassment.