Over the last few weeks, I've found myself staring at the computer every night, struggling to come up with something funny for this blog. After all, since the very beginning of this site, humor has been my stock-in-trade. But for some reason, this month I just can't bring the funny.
It could be because I've been doing a lot of writing every day -- rewriting our screenplay about the 1926 Rose Bowl. Maybe 6-10 hours of writing and research every day is my limit. However, the script is not really a comedy. It does contain comedic moments, but not enough to sap my funny glands.
It could be all of the time I've been spending in pre-pro on the Body-for-Life documentary. It is essentially a comedic documentary, or com-umentary, if you will. Somehow, brainstorming a few goofy ways to humiliate myself while I try to get in shape doesn't seem like real comedy writing.
So, that leads me to one conclusion: I'm not funny because we're broke. For some reason, whenever we have a child in the Franklin household, we stop working for months. We had plenty of work lined up for this winter and spring, but it was pulled back by a notorious tightwad who works as CFO for one of our clients. We're still waiting to see if that will come back. In the meantime, we're working on some new clients. It looks promising so far, but nothing happens quickly in this business.
So, for a while it seems, I will be struggling far beneath my comedic zenith. A few salient examples of how unfunny I currently am:
Set-up: Dick Cheney accidentally shoots a 78-year-old lawyer while hunting under the influence.
My reaction: Who cares? I can't even afford to get shot!
What my reaction(s) should be: Finally, a politician who's willing to take a stand on the overpopulated elderly lawyer population! OR: If it only took one beer to shoot a man, imagine the kegger the night before they declared an unjust war on Iraq! OR: Today, Veep Cheney declared he'll shoot one old man a day until the media get off his back about this Valerie Plame thing!
Set up: The Americans are in position for their first medal in 30 years in the Olympic sport of ice dancing .
My reaction: Who cares? I can't even afford to buy ice!
What my reaction(s) should have been: Ice dancing a sport? What's next? Ice magic? Ice poker? Or one I'll go to bat for: Ice mime!
Set-up: Bryant Gumbel says he won't watch the Winter Olympics, because of the "paucity of black athletes" and says that they shouldn't even be associated with the Summer Olympic Games.
My reaction: Who cares? I can't even afford to pay attention to the Olympics!
What my reaction(s) should have been: Bryant Gumbel? Wait, is that Greg Gumbel's brother? OR: It's about time a rich white man stood up for the rights of poor, black athletes. OR: Yes, I can see where such so-called sports as ice dancing and curling just don't have the athletic credentials of summer sports like badminton, synchronized swimming or speed walking.
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Posted by Wayne to Stone Bridge: Fustian at 2/20/2006 03:33:00 PM
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