Or I Could Work as a Stripping Granny...
So much to tell you I don't know where to begin. I will just share random thoughts from my brain and trust it will be as entertaining as always.
First of all, gentle readers, beware of Bob, the guy who stole my blogspot. He is now using it as a link to porn, which doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I mean, doing standup is little bit like being naked on stage, especially when your act blows...My career has had its low moments, but I've never stooped that low before.
Speaking of stand-up, I had three gigs recently and I killed at all of them. Well, I did forget my jokes twice, but that is natural when you are doing new material. I am not a hack that tells the same jokes for a decade. I am always experimenting and growing as an artist. Just ask the twelve people who were at the coffee shop I played. It is not the size of the room that matters, darlings. It is the size of the laughs.
I did a theatre audition as well and have a callback coming up next week. I am supposed to play a woman much older than myself, which I could take as an insult. Instead, I will take it as a tribute to my talent. The director believes I could play an attractive, incontinent senior citizen, and I will be happy to rise to the challenge.
Oh, and did I mention that I got an email to go work on a cruise ship in the Caribbean next month? Looking out the window, it is cold and rainy. Would I like to get some laughs and get a tan at the same time? You bet. I am sure you poor office-dwelling cretins are feeling bitterly jealous at this moment. I don't blame you. It is hard to be me.
On the other hand, I just received my credit card bill and got my Halloween fright. I am maxed out and a bit cash-poor these days. Comedy may be fun but it pays peanuts, and it doesn't come with a dental plan or a pension. You may be shackled to your desk in utter boredom, but at least you have something to look forward to come retirement. Me? I'll be telling jokes at the Old Folks Home in return for jello and medication.
Ah, yes it is glamourous to be me. Here is a parting joke to warm your cockles:
I love to go window shopping. But then, where do you put them all?
First of all, gentle readers, beware of Bob, the guy who stole my blogspot. He is now using it as a link to porn, which doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I mean, doing standup is little bit like being naked on stage, especially when your act blows...My career has had its low moments, but I've never stooped that low before.
Speaking of stand-up, I had three gigs recently and I killed at all of them. Well, I did forget my jokes twice, but that is natural when you are doing new material. I am not a hack that tells the same jokes for a decade. I am always experimenting and growing as an artist. Just ask the twelve people who were at the coffee shop I played. It is not the size of the room that matters, darlings. It is the size of the laughs.
I did a theatre audition as well and have a callback coming up next week. I am supposed to play a woman much older than myself, which I could take as an insult. Instead, I will take it as a tribute to my talent. The director believes I could play an attractive, incontinent senior citizen, and I will be happy to rise to the challenge.
Oh, and did I mention that I got an email to go work on a cruise ship in the Caribbean next month? Looking out the window, it is cold and rainy. Would I like to get some laughs and get a tan at the same time? You bet. I am sure you poor office-dwelling cretins are feeling bitterly jealous at this moment. I don't blame you. It is hard to be me.
On the other hand, I just received my credit card bill and got my Halloween fright. I am maxed out and a bit cash-poor these days. Comedy may be fun but it pays peanuts, and it doesn't come with a dental plan or a pension. You may be shackled to your desk in utter boredom, but at least you have something to look forward to come retirement. Me? I'll be telling jokes at the Old Folks Home in return for jello and medication.
Ah, yes it is glamourous to be me. Here is a parting joke to warm your cockles:
I love to go window shopping. But then, where do you put them all?
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