Just a quick one...
I got a phone call today.
I've got a spot on So You Think You're Funny? This is one of the biggest New Act standup contests in the UK. Dylan won it back in '96 and now I'm booked for the Birmingham heat on June 30th. I'm so thrilled. From what I gather they're quite strict on entries and you can only do it in your first year. I sent my application off two months ago and had kind of given up on hearing from them, but yey!!! I will be ecstatic if I get through the first round. Anything else is a bonus.
Then I wound up watching Britain's Got Talent and spent a solid 20 minutes screaming at the television as Ant and Dec cracked contrived attempts at jokes about how people were sitting in a room doing nothing (Yes, that's called an audition. That's what happens. Rememeber when you had to do those back in the days before people were offering you money hand over fist to advertise fucking breakfast cereals?) and instructed a peculiar man whose act involved making musical farting sounds with his hands to look into the camera and tell the viewers at home that he was going to win. This is what classifies as entertainment? This is a freak show that's been force-fed a shovel full of optimism sprinkled with enough sugar to make the cast of High School Musical puke all over their tap shoes.
Then an irritating 'comedienne' (HATE that word!) came on and did a bunch of old jokes about dead husbands, and all I could think was "She's making the rest of us look bad!"
People ask me why I don't go on that show. All eyes to the TV for Exhibit A. The defence is resting and has gone home for a cup of tea.
I've got a spot on So You Think You're Funny? This is one of the biggest New Act standup contests in the UK. Dylan won it back in '96 and now I'm booked for the Birmingham heat on June 30th. I'm so thrilled. From what I gather they're quite strict on entries and you can only do it in your first year. I sent my application off two months ago and had kind of given up on hearing from them, but yey!!! I will be ecstatic if I get through the first round. Anything else is a bonus.
Then I wound up watching Britain's Got Talent and spent a solid 20 minutes screaming at the television as Ant and Dec cracked contrived attempts at jokes about how people were sitting in a room doing nothing (Yes, that's called an audition. That's what happens. Rememeber when you had to do those back in the days before people were offering you money hand over fist to advertise fucking breakfast cereals?) and instructed a peculiar man whose act involved making musical farting sounds with his hands to look into the camera and tell the viewers at home that he was going to win. This is what classifies as entertainment? This is a freak show that's been force-fed a shovel full of optimism sprinkled with enough sugar to make the cast of High School Musical puke all over their tap shoes.
Then an irritating 'comedienne' (HATE that word!) came on and did a bunch of old jokes about dead husbands, and all I could think was "She's making the rest of us look bad!"
People ask me why I don't go on that show. All eyes to the TV for Exhibit A. The defence is resting and has gone home for a cup of tea.