Who do you think you are? Tina Fey?!

Alright, so I’ve got some potential projects lined up in my life.  My novel is underway.  Nero is wrapping soon. Tory’s new flick is about to get cranked out; he and I are meeting Sunday. I’m looking ahead to One-Act festival. Hartman and I are discussing a potential sketch comedy show.

So it’s all got me thinkin’.

What is comedy? Who is comedy? And as I try to come up with some names of girls in my life who are funny I find myself asking, “Are women funny?!”

Now, I know the answer to that last question can very often be an emphatic, “Frick yeah!” But the problem is are women intrinsically funny. 

After reading through the numerous comments my facebook note brought on, Chuck Stone raised an excellent point.  That men are reared to be funny and brave and all sorts of things and women to be dainty and pretty.  Kristen pointed out that comedy can be taught, and I think she’s right. I think someone can fully understand how comedy works, but it’s one thing to know how something works and be able to do it in a way that still works.  I know many people who would know how to direct something comedically, but that does not for one second mean that if you put them in place of an actor they’d be able to do the same thing. 

So where does that take us? 

Am I funny? Am I comedic? I like to tell people, quite regularly that I am.  In fact, my sense of humor is one of the things about myself I’m truly proud of.  Maybe I’m not always proud of the things I say for the sake of comedy, but I do know that it’s funny.  I told someone just the other day that I’m not a thief, but if I knew it would be funny I’d thieve in an instant.  And it’s true.  If I know something could be made funnier by a word or an action and I see the opportunity I’m going to take it.  Maybe that’s what makes everyone so certain I’m an extrovert, but that’s not the case. I’m not an extrovert. I’m an entertainer. 

The only way to make comedy really work is to move with reckless abandon.  You can’t think about what’s going to be a consequence or what someone else is going to think.  You just have to act, and then anticipate what’s going to happen from someone who may be willing to play it back to you.  Comedy truly is give and take and then give some more. And without the willingness to make a complete and total ass of yourself, then you’ve no place in comedy. And that’s just the truth.

So sadly, what Chuck said burdens many women, because making an ass of oneself ain’t a pretty thing.  In fact, most of the time, it’s down right ugly.  But that’s what’s so good about comedy.  You can make yourself as ugly as possible in a situation whether it be through what you say or what you do or how you actually look, but that comedic outcome, that punchline, that laugh is a beautiful thing.

Published in: on 11/02/2009 at 12:17 am Leave a Comment
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Estimated time frames are never accurate

Last night was a time to spend with old friends. Saturday in general was a day for old friends.  Friday was a day all alone.  Thursday was a day with newer friends.  Today was a day of work with new friends.

Loaded up around nine and were off to Berne.  Phil in the passenger seat fiddling with the ipod, his radio a.d.d. accommodating my own quite nicely. I couldn’t even tell you how long it took for us to get there, because I wasn’t paying attention to time. We pulled into the parking lot of an elementary school. 

The gym that we fondly referred to as the “holding cell” made me feel like I should be sitting next to Kevin and Winny at the big game, or better yet sitting next to Daniel and Nick making fun of the game, but secretly getting into all the yelling and chanting! The seats of the gym were old school boss, wood floor boards with a step between each row.  Jeff and I sat mostly quietly as Phil was taught a well-choreographed fight scene by Darren and Mark. Then it happened it was time to move to the cellar.

When I say cellar I mean boiler room. When I say boiler I mean BOILER. When I passed the furnace Hartman did me the courtesy of pointing out that if I looked through the tiny window I could see the purple and blue fire swirling around inside what now seemed like a very flimsy metal box. Water covering the cement floor flowing slowly to the hole in the floor.

The day was long, and perhaps not as eventful as it feels in my head, but somewhere in there it does feel that way. Eventful. Maybe it was just educational. Or worth my while. I’m not sure.

It wasn’t the easiest weekend to live, and I don’t anticipate a mess of easy days to come, but as they say, “Without chaos, there’d be no happy accidents.”

You can learn a remarkable amount about one person simply by driving them a longish distance. It’s well worth it and I wish I could do such a thing with each of my friends, sit in the car, let them control the music and listen to what they have to say. Perhaps…

Published in: on 09/02/2009 at 2:12 am Comments (2)
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Some thoughts on strange things

Alright so adventure one is not an adventure.

I think “canker sores” should be called “cantankerous sores” because they’re angry and sore at me.

Adventure two is a literary adventure.

For creative writing class we’ve been assigned to write 35,000-40,000 words for a novel in the next month.  So far I have 1,046 words on this my second day, but I’ve not sat down yet to pound out the words for day two.  I’m actually pretty excited about this little fella. He’s already shaping up brilliantly, which is startling as I’m expecting him to end up as total crap. Though I suspect that will come about soon enough.  HU won’t really let me sign onto this for some silly reason that has nothing to do with lightspeed, so I’ll not let you know about my journey a whole bunch, but I’ll do my best.

Well, back to the journey!

Published in: on 03/02/2009 at 12:32 am Comments (2)
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