live a good life

710 $how

My friends Tobey and Bret came to see open mic last night! It was a thin crowd. Five or six depending on how you count workers at the bistro taking breaks. We had a bit of fun, then spoke at length about comedy.

I did some of my arms jokes, talked about mountain climbing, hitch hiking, killing with CPR, some other stuff I might have forgotten, but finished the set with my vampire butt story. It was great. I was still feeling a bit under the weather, so didn't really work on anything new or whatever.

The good stuff happened after. Bret and Tobey left, and a new guy named Haimy (sp. hi-me) tried a couple off the cuff ideas. We talked most of the rest of the time about next steps and beginning comedy. Sara was working on material for a show this coming weekend. She was also talking throughout about what she was trying and how it was going for her. What struck me the most was a quick comment. She said simply "live a good life" and you'll have plenty of material.

It reminded me what I had noticed about writers and movie makers. There's a certain set of artists that do only their art. They write about writers. They make movies about making movies. It's what I've already been noticing in my own life. I have considered comedy and storytelling my main activities for a little while now, but I'm bored. I really do need something else. My favorite stories are often from work and other times when I'm really having a good time.

I think that's it. It's a decent lesson.

dreaming of geese

Technology sucks! I've had the same audio recording app on several phones in a row now, but it really doesn't like the new phone. I really just needed to change some settings, but didn't catch all of them even last night. I got a recording last night at Vomity, but when I turned the screen off and put the phone in my pocket, it muted the mic, as well.

I started talking about my being sick with a head cold and how that's really similar to being drunk or high. The guy before me made dead baby jokes in a song, so I started with how glad I was I had no kids.. because if they were boys, they'd be sons of Mitch! HA! I know.. whatever.

Then I tried telling about the goose dream I had where Ken and I stopped to pee and my keys flipped out of my hand and off towards some geese. For some reason, one started running towards the keys and I knew I wouldn't get there in time. I was able to step on the string part of my key ring, but the goose broke the key off and swallowed it anyway. I told Ken, but he was still busy and thought I was making up crap anyway. I looked back and thought I had lost the key-eater in the flock, but one of them started throwing up. I didn't know how I'd reach down to pick up the key, but as I thought or said that, the goose ejected the key right by my knee so I could just pull it out of his mouth.

Weird, right? That's what they all said, too.