Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Who wants to be a comedian?

My wife and I don't have cable, Direct or Dish. Not interested. But I can't say that I don't watch the tele when I'm overnight in a hotel. And no matter what, I always switch to comedy central. It gives me my comedy fix for a week at a time.


No matter if its a roast of some bad celebrity or an airing of an actual comic up on stage doing his show or some nubes hitting the mic for the first time, there is something to garner from watching them do their thing. I love watching the perfection (or not) of their timing. I'm not sure what style I like the best, but I bet that I would mimic a Dane Cook kind of act. Very animated and exuberant in telling these sometimes simple little stories with huge actions and explosive gag lines.

It's kind of weird, the persona held by comedians. Many are totally different people on stage then when they are hanging with regular joes... But it is something that sells or makes people laugh about the absurdity of the character itself. Who would have though ten years ago that a guy saying "Get er done" would become a world wide icon?! But that isn't really how his personality is when you are talking with Larry the cable guy in person. He is wicked smart and witty, but he knows and has built up something that sells. The guy is a millionaire because of "Get er done!" Ron White is a millionaire for saying "they call me tater salad." But all just a persona. Don't get me wrong, I think Ron probably carries his persona to a more lifelike portrayal if he has thrown a few cocktails back, but do you think Jeff Foxworthy sounds as slow and drawn out a character as he sounds when he says, "you might be a redneck."

I had visited a customer who is restricted to a wheel chair. Great person, she gets around everywhere in her power chair or wheel chair. But her son's friends thought of the wheelchair as a toy, and you can just about imagine the amount of mischief that can be stirred up with a group of teenage boys and on object with wheels on it. When I came upon them, they had all but scattered everything off of the kitchen island because someone had decided to do a wheelie with a rider on their lap in the wheel chair! Simply stupid and Jeff's "here is your sign" would have been appropriate. But I said, "one persons lifestyle is another persons mischief." The boys found it hilarious because it was simply true. A bloody lip from hitting the counter, the dishes scattered across the floor, and guess who gets home. She was hardly amused, but I calmed her down and said "boys will be boys, as dumb as we are..." A smile cracked her lips and she couldn't help but laugh.

Count yourself blessed if you can laugh at yourself. If you are confident in who you are, but know that you can change if you want to, who can't laugh at themselves. See oneself in others brings reality to a perfect mirror. I'm tall, and when a customer asks how tall I am, I never give them 6'5," I always say "tall enough to reach the ground." Most often, though it is a bad joke, I get a positive reaction from people because they come to realize that I've probably been asked that many times, and have thought out different responses because I'm tired of the same old thing. I was giving a customer her bill and I said, 10,044 pennies please! She looked at me so weirdly... All I could think was "come on lady, don't get left behind! Use your brain!!" But the funniest thing was her 14 year old down syndrome son figured it out right away and had to tell her. I couldn't help but laugh about the situation. This is the same son who grabbed his package and said, "Can I get some more sausage links!" I couldn't help but laugh. More so at the parents embarrassment then his statement. I knew why he did it and I wasn't offended at all. But it was a bit sad his parents were still riding the slow bus and didn't get it till he started exposing himself to get the "sausage link" out for demonstration. I was already out the door by then but I'm sure the poor boy had a stern talking to! Couldn't have been a funnier moment that day.

Laughter is often said to be the best medicine. But the majority of people who call themselves comics are outsiders by choice. The pain and suffering of keeping life's often times worst moments close to the tip of your tongue can offer a humorous window for many others to enjoy the world. Including my own son.

I twisted my knee up badly shoveling some snow. After hobbling inside, the anguish on my face was something Spencer hadn't seen, so he busted a gut laughing at the new creases of my frowns and tearing eyes. I can't say my frown stayed down after hearing him laugh so outlandishly; as if I was Ken Davis playing a crowd.

Recently, Ralphy May was performing in Sioux Falls to a sold out show. If you do or don't know a bit of his story, he has lost over 300 lbs since he first joined the comic scene. I've been moved by his stories about being on elevators and picking on the skinniest person joining the ride saying, "if we get stuck, its all your fault!" How funny to break the often silent ride of an elevator. You don't have to be grotesque(though he often is) to fill the world with humor. And knowing that stating an obvious thing about yourself is a great way to catch a crowd. Be different and enjoy yourself by making fun of yourself. I know I do.

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

...so much more than just a dream...

An intriguing remedy to complacency is a swift kick in the ass from a dear friend.

And suddenly realizing you love something far more than you've known.

Opportunities are often obscured by one's perspective. I would consider myself extremely blessed with my upbringing. I have a terrific work ethic, a strong sense of social justice, and an otherworldly ability to empathize while listening wholeheartedly to another human being (ßrun on). I thank my dad for my work ethic. I thank my mom for my good sense of right and wrong. And I thank the world for providing a continual need for someone to listen to their story.

Around every corner, we can assume there is a story about everything from the trees planted in the ground to the skyscraper dividing the horizon. Someone needs to tell their story, and often times I'm willing to set aside my every thought for a moment of sharing. I'm not complaining about it at all, just contemplating my worth. In a sense, I've somewhat shifted and devalued my time to give it up for someone else. Selfless as that sounds, it is true on all too many occasions. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE to hear what has to be said, but I've been awakened recently to the story of my life. Unfortunately, I’ve been missing my life.

Take a deep breath in through your mouth, and exhale slowly through your nose. Repeat twice, then read on.

Call it selfish, call it stupidity, call it whatever, but I'm finally noticing the real sacrifice of my decisions to remain the person I currently am. It is an act that I truly haven't asked permission to be. Granted, it works. My family and I get by, but is it truly who I want to be? Of course not. What I want is to be more of a central piece in this family than I currently am. If someone were to view a film strip spanning the lives of Nicole and I, I'm sure they would say we are a great couple. But I would know the difference in what I envisioned for us than their perspective of what our lives look like. I'm torn by my iniquities. I want this to go on no further!

I beg for forgiveness from the potential we've had! We could be so much greater than we are! I am that much better of a person to realize my vows to my wife mean more than what I've regarded them. Imagine having the skill of Van Gogh, but only doodling two point perspectives for eternity! What a waste! No more!

Love can give a lot more!

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

And of Humor

Hello, is this thing on? Testing, testing, 1,2,3,4. OK, good, how are you doing? Funny me finding myself thinking about you finding me blogging. Who knew. With the time constraints on my life, sharing my thoughts on a regular basis haven't and aren't a real priority. Then I found out about sleeping habits. I don't have any.

I don't sleep enough. My family doctor would agree. I agree with her. I should take her advice seriously and try to get extra sleep, but I've suddenly realized that I would be cheating the world and myself out of some of the humor I see day in and day out. So I've decided to share for memory and for you.

Life is funny. The way I see it, life is far too short to not have fun. And by that I mean being responsible, taking care of business, but making sure there is time set aside for having a great time.

Laughter is the best medicine. I probably laugh at too many things, but it doesn't mean I don't get it. I am the kind of person who sees the humor in everything. Its my choice. No one can take that away from me. Most people I know see my face and recognize my smirk. I'm either delighted to see them, or I've somehow been humored by happenstance. I look at a wasp nest and its funny how that often tiny stem holds that thing in the air! Amazing! I wonder what kind of superglue spit was chewed up and regurgitated to help suspend that house in the air. Like me eating something sweet and sticky (lets say honey since we're talking stinging creatures) puking it back up and packing the bricks of our homes like mortar. Freaking amazing and funny!!

I've found humor to be hard to classify, this sight does a pretty good job of it http://www.iep.utm.edu/humor/
We'll talk more when I return after no commercial messages!

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