Remember that time I bombed on stage at The Comedy Store? I’ve been scared to look at the tape (or whatever tapes are called these days, kiddos), very frightened to see my own face as it digests the fact that nobody’s laughing.
I opened the file today (because it’s actually a file and not actually a tape). I have only been able to watch the first joke. And it’s not so bad. I fear the others, but the first one is not so bad. And some people are laughing! One person even clapped in agreement. Plus, the lighting is so good that you can’t see my adult acne. Score. Here it is. One joke. Like my granny always said, a joke a day keeps the aliens at bay.
It has occurred to me that I am not the best person to share cool links and hip web videos. I was away from technology for a year. You have probably already viewed all these fun items I’m just now discovering. Like this fine Korean man who makes me scream for water dessert!
*What’s the one thing every single country has in common? Nope. Not sewing machines. Nope. Not transvestites. No! Not Nepalese white-bellied Herons. Stairs. We all have stairs.
*I am dying to try Chatroulette. And as soon as I make a costume that covers most of my face and leaves my legs in stirrups, I will. But until then, I have to take it from John Stewart.
*I wish I could write a letter to my 18-yr-old self. I would tell me to tell that lame-o boyfriend of mine that I wasn’t crying during sex because I was bad at it. I was crying during sex because HE was bad at it. Alas, I don’t have a magic mailing system. And neither does this girl. But she wrote the letter anyway.
