If I should, during this calendar year, attempt to perform in any amateur standup comedy venue (some people1 think I’m funny – go figure) – even if only once2 – my first line will likely be “I don’t have a fart’s idea what I’m doing here,” because:
- I most certainly will not have any such idea, and
- In honor of the lately reclusive3, but always awesome @fedge, whose forthrightly rendered tweet found below was one of my favorites from 2008.
(It’s okay if you don’t get why it’s so funny. I’m trusting that the vast majority of persons I might encounter in a live venue won’t get my variety of “funny” either, because for me, “funny” has never been anything more – or anything less – than the flip side of “fucked in the head.”)
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1 A recent example. For the non-Twitter and/or non Favrd-aware, the little avatars below my comment indicated persons registered with both services who found it either amusing or horrifying (amusifying? horrifusing?) enough to “applaud,” or click the little star doohickey that appears at the initial tweet when one is also logged into Twitter. (Also: What hotdogsladies said – to far more, entirely warranted “applause” – about Twitter.)
2 I’m okay with “once.” I went skydiving once. In 1989. I truly do not need to do it again.
3 Of course, the possibility exists that in his own physical environs, he is lately a wildly flitting social butterfly; all I mean is, he hasn’t posted much in a particular venue in some time. (More recent fedge: here.)
