So... Where to begin...
I've had a few bizarre exchanges in the past few weeks, I'll let them ooze out over time, though.
So Liz and I have decided to brainstorm on particular topics as the weeks go by. We tend to get funnier stuff that way albeit with topics that are a tad more cliche and... I guess "well used" is a decent way to describe it. Last week, we did love and dating and such, this week we're doing high school. We picked love and dating and sex and such because to do a comedy show, you kind of have to. I mean, it's something that everyone can relate to on some level. I daresay the vast majority of us have been in some form of relationship at one time or another, and I'll say the same about sex. And if you're in the overwhelming minority, being single is kind of a stage of dating. A few of them, actually. There's the one where you don't want anything at all to do with anyone in a romantic capacity, or the one where you're open to the idea, but you mostly amuse yourself by looking down on people who act too cute in public. Then there's the one where you really badly wanna get laid, and the one where you swear you'd stab your mother for a root canal from an attractive dentist.... Um, yeah. So anyway, this week we're doing high school. I'm afraid we're gonna get trite, but Liz went to an all girls boarding school, and I went to a public school in a really nice neighborhood, which, you would think would mean that the school had tons of money and whatnot, but no such luck. The rich folks all sent their kids to the private schools up the road, so referendums never passed, consequently, ceiling tiles were falling out and clocking people on the head a few times a month.
Anyhow, I hope it works out well. I think we're gonna try to do a few more "miscellaneous" weeks before we get to the actual writing end of it.
So there's that. Oh, and I hate my job. No news there.
So Chrisalis graduated! Congratulations are due to her, cause she really busted her ass. And she took of for Bonaroo or however it's spelled immediatly after, so I hope she's having fun.
HrlyQuinn moved, and her place is lovely. But her floor likes mud, which is a problem, cause it'll suck the mud out right of the treads in my boots, and then she'll yell at me like it's my fault. Sheesh.
Oh, and my job sucks.
OOoh, and then there's this Superhero Quiz Which is wicked cool. I'm Iceman, see?
I've had a few bizarre exchanges in the past few weeks, I'll let them ooze out over time, though.
So Liz and I have decided to brainstorm on particular topics as the weeks go by. We tend to get funnier stuff that way albeit with topics that are a tad more cliche and... I guess "well used" is a decent way to describe it. Last week, we did love and dating and such, this week we're doing high school. We picked love and dating and sex and such because to do a comedy show, you kind of have to. I mean, it's something that everyone can relate to on some level. I daresay the vast majority of us have been in some form of relationship at one time or another, and I'll say the same about sex. And if you're in the overwhelming minority, being single is kind of a stage of dating. A few of them, actually. There's the one where you don't want anything at all to do with anyone in a romantic capacity, or the one where you're open to the idea, but you mostly amuse yourself by looking down on people who act too cute in public. Then there's the one where you really badly wanna get laid, and the one where you swear you'd stab your mother for a root canal from an attractive dentist.... Um, yeah. So anyway, this week we're doing high school. I'm afraid we're gonna get trite, but Liz went to an all girls boarding school, and I went to a public school in a really nice neighborhood, which, you would think would mean that the school had tons of money and whatnot, but no such luck. The rich folks all sent their kids to the private schools up the road, so referendums never passed, consequently, ceiling tiles were falling out and clocking people on the head a few times a month.
Anyhow, I hope it works out well. I think we're gonna try to do a few more "miscellaneous" weeks before we get to the actual writing end of it.
So there's that. Oh, and I hate my job. No news there.
So Chrisalis graduated! Congratulations are due to her, cause she really busted her ass. And she took of for Bonaroo or however it's spelled immediatly after, so I hope she's having fun.
HrlyQuinn moved, and her place is lovely. But her floor likes mud, which is a problem, cause it'll suck the mud out right of the treads in my boots, and then she'll yell at me like it's my fault. Sheesh.
Oh, and my job sucks.
OOoh, and then there's this Superhero Quiz Which is wicked cool. I'm Iceman, see?
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I took your quiz, I got Torch Man. Apparently I'm hot headed, immature, and a ladies man.