I’m a comedian, which means I use words for a living. I also have a degree in English Literature, which means I know how to choose those words carefully, and for maximum effect. Unfortunately, that doesn’t mean people always listen to what I’m saying. Sometimes they hear what they want to hear, which is enough for them.
My wife likes to joke that I have no soul, because I don’t cry. She, for the record, weeps at the drop of a hat: during movies, a commercial, while reading… She even cried at the birth of both our children, and seriously, who does that?
The problem with America—or maybe most people in the world—is that if given the option of being challenged, or catered to, the majority will choose “catered to.”
I almost sat down to write another episode of, “People are Goddamned Annoying,” but as I started typing, I noticed something…
When posting my last blog, I figured anyone with an IQ hovering around 100 would most likely be a little upset.
I was right.
I’ve never understood the type of person that thinks it’s OK to be rude in public. To be arrogant, and put the focus on you when in a crowd.
As a comedian, you have to deal with hecklers: people who want to be part of the show but are too cowardly to stand on stage and write material for themselves. An audience member has only really bested me once. I was performing in Duluth, Minnesota, in the summer of...
I remember the first time I realized I had been hacked, that a joke had been stolen from me…
What drives people, neglect, or success? Or does it depend on the personality?
Some people panic when confronted with reality. Others confront evil through mockery and laughter. I am someone who does the latter…