Post by Steve on Jul 30, 2008 19:46:37 GMT -5
From: Click on... Maria Bamford!
Date: Jul 30, 2008 12:39 AM
Hello Vision Boards!
I had a wonderful time at Comic Con in San Diego with the Comedians of Comedy (FINAL TOUR STOP!) and being a part of the magic!
Some news:
- will be in Tim and Eric’s New show
- Click on I’m going to NASHVILLE! Nov 5 and 6th!
- I’m hosting a show in Eagle Rock California at a bookstore once a month! 7:30- a 12 year old performs and all are welcome! August 20th!
In this Episode, my Mom tells me to live with my sister. And this is also the episode that irritates my sister (in real life) because my portrayal of her is over-the-top and gorgon-like. She has a point and I feel sorry, but I tell her that I am a “channel” and I can’t be totally responsible for the creativity that explodes out of my skull like a volcano! But I am sorry. I am sorry, real sister. I am also sorry to my brother in law, who comes out looking like a pussywillow (in that he isn’t given a voice) when in real life, he is a true hard ass and knows how to skin road kill for slippers. I am sorry, real brother in law. I had thought it would be best not to do an impersonation of him for his privacy, but now I realize that was wrong and his voice needs to be heard- I am working on the impersonation and will showcase shortly! That said, all of this episode is lifted directly from my one-person show and one joke (the Jesus Sea Monster) which is from the beginning of time. I was afraid to do anything I wasn’t sort of sure was funny to someone or had been laughed at at some point and that is when I repeat things. Out of fear. Fear that the new thing won’t be good as the old thing which is hard to judge whether or not was good in the first place but is old and so I know it. Fear is very powerful and I try to control it through diet coke consumption, praying to a nonexistent diety, and falling over into the relative safety of sleep. But just this morning, I was sleeping on the couch (bookended by pugs) and I had a dream that I had a green rental car that I had forgotten to return for a year and I had to walk through a desert to an angry Burbank Avis, so sleep is not always reliable. Diet Coke, however, in that it causes a mania that makes my skin crawl, can take away a generalized existential loneliness. But the ice must be crushed.
Enjoy!
Date: Jul 30, 2008 12:39 AM
Hello Vision Boards!
I had a wonderful time at Comic Con in San Diego with the Comedians of Comedy (FINAL TOUR STOP!) and being a part of the magic!
Some news:
- will be in Tim and Eric’s New show
- Click on I’m going to NASHVILLE! Nov 5 and 6th!
- I’m hosting a show in Eagle Rock California at a bookstore once a month! 7:30- a 12 year old performs and all are welcome! August 20th!
In this Episode, my Mom tells me to live with my sister. And this is also the episode that irritates my sister (in real life) because my portrayal of her is over-the-top and gorgon-like. She has a point and I feel sorry, but I tell her that I am a “channel” and I can’t be totally responsible for the creativity that explodes out of my skull like a volcano! But I am sorry. I am sorry, real sister. I am also sorry to my brother in law, who comes out looking like a pussywillow (in that he isn’t given a voice) when in real life, he is a true hard ass and knows how to skin road kill for slippers. I am sorry, real brother in law. I had thought it would be best not to do an impersonation of him for his privacy, but now I realize that was wrong and his voice needs to be heard- I am working on the impersonation and will showcase shortly! That said, all of this episode is lifted directly from my one-person show and one joke (the Jesus Sea Monster) which is from the beginning of time. I was afraid to do anything I wasn’t sort of sure was funny to someone or had been laughed at at some point and that is when I repeat things. Out of fear. Fear that the new thing won’t be good as the old thing which is hard to judge whether or not was good in the first place but is old and so I know it. Fear is very powerful and I try to control it through diet coke consumption, praying to a nonexistent diety, and falling over into the relative safety of sleep. But just this morning, I was sleeping on the couch (bookended by pugs) and I had a dream that I had a green rental car that I had forgotten to return for a year and I had to walk through a desert to an angry Burbank Avis, so sleep is not always reliable. Diet Coke, however, in that it causes a mania that makes my skin crawl, can take away a generalized existential loneliness. But the ice must be crushed.
Enjoy!
