Sunday, June 7, 2009
Perpetual Frustration of Writer and Lover
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Subconscious Thoughts
Monday, April 20, 2009
Stand-Up Sneak Peek
Here's a rough cut of this Wednesday's stand-up script. There's no guide for delivery or inflection, but you'll have to attend a performance for those. Hope you like it. Related jokes in different colors.
People may be shocked when they hear what I say, not so much what I say but how I say it. I use language in ways that would terrify a normal citizen’s grandmother. But not to worry, you’re in no danger! I’ve been convicted of no crime!
However, don’t corner me, or I’ll lash out at you like a snake. Like a badger. Like an angry and startled snake lunging at an ambitious badger with an unsavory past. Who will win, the audience asks, hands frostbitten in suspense? Nature.
Now you tell me that what I just said, and how I just said it would not genuinely scare an elderly woman. You didn’t enjoy that, did you ma’am? I didn’t either, to be honest. All this terrifies me like you wouldn’t believe. I’m likely to cry any moment now.
I don’t know why I’m up here. I barely know THAT I’m up here. It’s over very fast and I have no memory of the episode, like that one little time when everyone was hopeful about Obama. It was “quaint”. Even conservatives were sitting around fireplaces, leisurely puffing on a glass of brandy, eating stacks of twenties and hundreds, going, “Well, I, for one, am proud to be an American in an age when we’ve elected our first black president. Go get ‘em, homie.” But the economy doesn’t care who’s president. It’s not even registered to vote.
Hi, I’m Tyler. What’s your name? We’ll talk after the show, I can’t hear a damn thing up here. You can buy me a drink. What’s that, three drinks? I’m flat broke.
Some people do comedy to get girls, which is sad not in the noble pursuit of beautiful ladies, but sad that doing comedy to get girls is a flawed premise to begin with. Girls don’t want funny. What they do want is kinda like funny, ‘cept it starts with an M. It’s like playing guitar. Young men in the audience, never pick up playing guitar to get girls. Doesn’t work. Pipe dreams. It only brings calloused fingertips and hearts.
(SOMETHING ELSE)
Yet another comment that would anger and confuse anyone over the age of sixty-five. And if you talk to me after the show, I might can say a few more.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sike, I Had 13 Total Posts And I'm Superstitious
Second Page Google Image For "Cosmic"
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Zevon Half-List Of The Now (Now With More Pontification, Also, Alliteration [An Appalling Amount] And Too Many Damn Parentheses)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Spring Break Travelwords, Pt. 1
WRITER’S FUCKIN ‘ NOTE - I’m going to have to write on the computer since I don’t know with certainty that, when reading back over hand-written entries, I would be able to decipher my own deranged handwriting. Plus, this is faster, and can be transferred to blog form.
3/4/09 5:54 pm Wednesday
I’ve been spoiled. Smoking premium weed for so long (including the rampant baking Fat Man and I engaged in this weekend) has raised a Great Wall of Tolerance that guards against advancing Bongolian forces. Shit weed no longer does much for me. I just smoked out my car roughly thirty minutes ago, and now I’m not feeling it much at all.
7:07- Just smoked another Jeep joint and devoured Eric The Half-a-Burrito. /EPIC
Christ! No internet! I can’t mindlessly scour all the humor sites I frequent. How will I know what to laugh at now?
Florida… hopefully my future is pointing to the sandy shores of Tampa, and the University of Tampa, AND a Creative Writing degree. I’ve got to decide on the fifteenth (or so) which classes I’m taking this summer and next semester.
POINTER: Talk to one of the advisors, either yours or one for CHASS, and find out how you could get departmental approval to take deep ENG(lish) classes this summer and next semester. Let’s look at some of your options, shall we?
No, we shan’t. Not concretely, at least. No course catalog website access. I can, however, rattle off a few from memory. REGURGITATE!
POETRY (applied, studies in)
AMERICAN LIT
BRIT LIT
WORLD LIT?
MORE CREATIVE WRITING
FILM HISTORY
WRITING ABOUT FILM
ANYTHING THEY’LL FUCKING LET YOU IN
HAWTHORNE STORIES IF YOU ABSOLUTELY FUCKING HAVE TO
NO QUARTER ASKED, FOR NONE WILL BE GIVEN.
Haiku Break!
Don’t be a fucktard.
I wonder if anyone has ever bought a house with traveler’s checks.
No, I really don’t. But I kinda do.
Been watching Monty Python lately… that one human who said they were the Beatles of comedy was on point. If they have any influences, it doesn’t show. Writing and performing like they did is my comedy dream. I’ve a long way to go, though.
8:00 PM EXUNT.