Just did my laundry so what should I do now? Start my blog. Of course. I’ve had this website for a year and a half and I guess it’s time. Sometimes I buy a shirt, and I don’t really love it the next day but I’m too lazy to return it, so it stays in my closet. And a year and a half later I find it and wear it all the time. So this new old blog page is coming out of the closet.
Do people even read blogs anymore? Weren’t blogs big back when myspace was still the space to be on? I spent $100 to have a blog page on my website, so I may as well write in it while $100 is still (somewhat) a valuable chunk of money. And for most comedians, $100 is still a valuable chunk of money. Let’s see how often I write in this thing.
I’m already putting pressure on myself to write in this thing. Of course I am! How else does anything get done? For me it’s gotta be a little pressure-filled. I can’t be like “hey sweetie self, go write in your blog.” I don’t usually get things done that way. And even then, I barely ever complete a job. I almost never wash all of my dishes because leaving a plate or two adds character to the kitchen. And maybe I don’t feel so alone like I do when all the spoons are clean and in their proper place. It’s kinda sad when you think about it, right? A spotless kitchen? Who wants that?
I want a dishwasher.
I’m going back to writing my sitcom. I’m not sure if sitcoms are really the thing anymore, but maybe someday someone with special powers will read it and like it. Maybe I’ll write my sitcom and write about writing my sitcom here. Who knows. I’m not sure if this blog will have a theme…but for now if I just write in it once a week then it’s a start. (Light pressure).
I’m also selling t-shirts. I’m promoting on a page I’m not even sure anyone is reading! Ha. If you saw Last Comic Standing you’ll “get” it. If not, maybe not “getting it” is still funny and you’ll still get it. The t-shirts say “stick it in your chickenhole” with a crazy chicken on it. $20 includes postage. Just send me an email (see website under “contact”.)
My left arm is twitching. I’m not used to writing a blog and my arm knows something is up.
“Dude, what are you doing…are you starting your blogggg?”
Yes finally. I think.
