"A horse walks into a blog, the blogger asks him, 'Why the long face?'"
I love that joke. Maybe that is part of the problem. I see humor in the oddest things.
This blog for example. It cracks me up. And I don't say that in a conceited way. Because I pretty much think I'm in the minority here.
It occurs to me that blogging is a bit like talking to yourself out loud...alot.
I was coming out of the train station Monday morning on my way to work and while waiting at the crosswalk for the light to change (we wait for lights in Seattle) a street crazy struts up in a tank top carrying a large plastic bag and starts shrieking obcenities at the commuters. It was a racially themed tirade with political thread. It occurred to me that if the guy hadn't been a homeless raving lunatic, he would have made a great blogger.
But I digress.
I suppose in a way, I'm a frustrated standup comedian. I love making people laugh. I imagine part of it is trying to get people to laugh with me than at me. When I was in junior high, I was one of those quiet kids who would mumble funny things that only the kid sitting next to me could hear. I considered it a coup if I could make someone laugh out loud in class and get creamed by the teacher while I sat their innocently pretending I was taking copious notes.
I catch myself trying out new (and old) material on co-workers as I wander the halls at work as if it was open mike night. If something works, I may repeat it five or six times in a day until I've got the timing just right. And like a real standup comedian, I often go to far in the adrenalin stoked high of making people laugh and step over the line in my search for a laugh. Then there is this awkward silence and I slink on back to my office.
The problem is, I'm not a standup comedian. It's hard to foster a professional image and advance your career when you are always pretending you are warming up the room for the headliner.
But seriously folks...take my blog...please.
Ha, ha, ha...
Is this thing on?