In the past month, I’ve been asked to perform at a birthday party, a wedding reception, and a college graduation party.
I wasn’t surprised when Donald Drumpf won the presidency.
Disappointed, yes, but not surprised.
In the aftermath of the “upset,” every single pundit and newsperson discussed bubbles; who lives in them, and how that caused the experts to call it wrong.
I do not live in a bubble. I travel the country slinging jokes.
“Nothin’ ever doesn’t change, but nothin’ changes much.”
~OK Go, White Knuckles
When I discovered Colin Kaepernick—Kaep, for the sake of brevity—sat through the National Anthem, I giggled.
I knew he’d receive flack, and I made a quick Facebook post in support of said flack. I’ve never been a fan, and therefore was amused that the low-grade yet multi-millionaire quarterback would be getting raked through the press.
Had I known it was going to become another impassioned shouting match between side-takers, I wouldn’t have bothered.
Cam Newton recently said his race plays a role in why some people don’t like him: “I’m an African-American Quarterback that might scare a lot of people.”
It took some soul-searching, but I think Cam is right, and I want to thank him for allowing me to challenge myself and any preconceptions I may have regarding race.
Rodney Dangerfield said he didn’t get any respect.
It was his most famous hook, and mostly a lie. Everyone respected Rodney. But only after he was famous.
The line came from his life, and was born in honesty: stand-up-comedy as a whole isn’t respected. It’s the only art form where heckling occurs. There’s an old line, “You never see anyone bring a guitar and amplifier to a concert and start playing back at the band.” At a comedy show, people yell out whatever enters their pea-brain. That doesn’t happen at the theater.
I have a toddler in the house, which means I see the same movies over, and over, and over.
During the 6,432nd viewing of Big Hero 6, I had a casual epiphany.
Figuring she should be kept abreast of all developments in my life, I called out to my wife: “This will be the stupidest thing you ever hear me say.”
My wife was skeptical; she’s heard me say many stupid things. Just about every time I open my mouth, in fact, something idiotic exits it.
“I’m adding Honey Lemon to my safety list,” I concluded.
A little while back, a friend of mine performed in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He said the shows were lightly attended, with a couple dipping well below the 100-person mark.
I found this depressing for two reasons: One, a comedy club needs paying customers to remain viable. Two, at the same time Milwaukeeans were avoiding the comedy club, Kevin Hart was performing 6 sold-out shows—15,000 tickets in all—at the Riverside Theater. People were seeing stand-up, just not at their local club.