Wednesday, February 16, 2005
i think i lost my funny
I offer this post as a warning. I think I may have used up my sense of humor.
Maybe it's because I have become increasingly disillusioned with having the world's most depressing job. Maybe it's because I'm fighting off a cold (for some reason six hours of sleep used to be plenty, but over the past few weeks I've been getting seven or eight and I feel like I'm going to collapse). I suppose it's possible that I used up my funny by writing it all down. Like maybe the only reason I was funny before is that I kept saying the same funny things over and over. I was on a four month loop. My wife and family never told me because they were trying to be polite. Or maybe they told me plenty of times but I forgot. But my poor memory allowed me to forget that I had already used the same material months ago, not realizing that I only had four months worth of funny. I'm like one of those kooky old dudes who think they're funny, but everyone is really laughing at them, not with them. But now that I've written it down, I can't get away with rehashing old funny anymore.
However many reasons I can provide as to why I have lost my funny, I think the real reason is that the funny vibes in Allen, where my house is, are just not as strong as they were in Plano, where my apartment was. I mean, think about it, even the name is funny, "Plano." Ha! "Allen" is not funny. Not funny at all.
But the story doesn't end here. All hope is not lost. There are some points of light. There is hope for the return of my funny after all.
First, our baby doctor is still in Plano, and our baby doctor hospital is still in Plano. Which means our baby will be born in Plano. I figure that means that he will be doing stand up before he can, well, stand up.
My two year old son Carter is pretty damn funny, and he was born in the unfunny capital of the world, San Antonio. San Antonio is possibly the ugliest, stinkiest, most depressing city in the world. You should really check it out one day. But somehow Carter ended up funny. So I figure there's true hope for someone born in Plano, one of the funniest places on earth.
Second, I write most of my stuff in Dallas. At work. Yes, work, the epitome of unfunny. So I guess I have two points here: 1) that I am still writing this at the same unfunny cubicle as before, and 2) that I can be funny in the midst of unfunny.
So hang in there, the funny is probably just taking a vacation. Hey, at least someone around here is getting a few days off. ¶ monger187 wrote this on 2/16/2005
Maybe it's because I have become increasingly disillusioned with having the world's most depressing job. Maybe it's because I'm fighting off a cold (for some reason six hours of sleep used to be plenty, but over the past few weeks I've been getting seven or eight and I feel like I'm going to collapse). I suppose it's possible that I used up my funny by writing it all down. Like maybe the only reason I was funny before is that I kept saying the same funny things over and over. I was on a four month loop. My wife and family never told me because they were trying to be polite. Or maybe they told me plenty of times but I forgot. But my poor memory allowed me to forget that I had already used the same material months ago, not realizing that I only had four months worth of funny. I'm like one of those kooky old dudes who think they're funny, but everyone is really laughing at them, not with them. But now that I've written it down, I can't get away with rehashing old funny anymore.
However many reasons I can provide as to why I have lost my funny, I think the real reason is that the funny vibes in Allen, where my house is, are just not as strong as they were in Plano, where my apartment was. I mean, think about it, even the name is funny, "Plano." Ha! "Allen" is not funny. Not funny at all.
But the story doesn't end here. All hope is not lost. There are some points of light. There is hope for the return of my funny after all.
First, our baby doctor is still in Plano, and our baby doctor hospital is still in Plano. Which means our baby will be born in Plano. I figure that means that he will be doing stand up before he can, well, stand up.
My two year old son Carter is pretty damn funny, and he was born in the unfunny capital of the world, San Antonio. San Antonio is possibly the ugliest, stinkiest, most depressing city in the world. You should really check it out one day. But somehow Carter ended up funny. So I figure there's true hope for someone born in Plano, one of the funniest places on earth.
Second, I write most of my stuff in Dallas. At work. Yes, work, the epitome of unfunny. So I guess I have two points here: 1) that I am still writing this at the same unfunny cubicle as before, and 2) that I can be funny in the midst of unfunny.
So hang in there, the funny is probably just taking a vacation. Hey, at least someone around here is getting a few days off. ¶ monger187 wrote this on 2/16/2005
