Puns should not be read out loud.

*wipes dust off blog*

ohhhh boy.

OK. So here is the deal: I have been experimenting with mediums and the written word, but also mediums and the improvised word, and one singular medium with improvised rhythms. Lest we forget that rhythm, like love, is a universal language.

*wipes dust off brain*

As you don’t know, I have been doing comedy and in doing so, I have evolved. I have done improv (not a team player), I have written sketches (my heart stopped singing), and I have done stand-up (the fastest way to crush my soul is to make me listen to five minutes of someone reading rapid fire cheeseball puns out loud in a droll voice).

Life lessons learned:

It is a party foul to earnestly ask someone whether their performance was
supposed to be comedy or something more serious.

Most people who pursue clowning in the 2010s have trust funds and a desire
for near constant validation. I never had an active desire for that
knowledge, but some greater power must have sent it my way.

You can make a best friend by slapping them on the face way harder than
you intended to. Also, this is an expedient way to get a reputation for
being brave in the often nonsensical context of comedy.

Banana cream pie is the best pie.

You can meet interesting and inspiring people, but you can also use that
social scene as an excuse to stay away from more solitary creative
outlets.

Stand-up is my favorite kind of comedy because if you find someone hard to
watch, you can always go to a cheese shop down the block and pretend to be
interested in $80 gift baskets while sampling dandelion soda and thinking
*someday, this could be me, person who gifts other people $80 cheese
baskets and casually drinks dandelion soda*

*wipes dust off sentimental feelings*

I have confirmed that written words on a page, web or otherwise, was the main thing I was looking for all along. And I am so excited and oh so dusty.

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