I think among the reasons that my last post seemed a tad bitchy is that I have spent too many consecutive days among comedians.

I like my comedian friends, and I like many, if not most, of the people I have met through comedy. But, sometimes it’s just too fucking much. It’s like being locked in a room with kindergarteners vying for attention. Sometimes it’s fun and funny, sometimes there are quiet moments with normal conversations and sometimes it’s so loud and chaotic, an AK would be handy to thin the herd.

Still and all what I wrote before was true. I will never understand the dynamic at that one club.

My mood had also been blackened by yet another fucktarded conversation with a comic who believes himself more astute (and funny) than empiric evidence would demonstrate. It was a great wall of ignorance disguised as “opinion.”

The premise was all ‘blogs are like “A.” “A” is stupid. Therefore, all ‘blogs are stupid, which is why, he proudly declared, he has never read one and never will.

There is actually no reason for me to defend this pile of shite that I’m currently typing into, since it does not aspire to greatness. It serves essentially one purpose for me, forcing me to write in a public forum. Writing publically instead of in a notebook helps me to consider an actual audience, whose eyeballs may bleed and brains go numb at my boring prose.

I started and continue in a broader voice than my own, trying to develop the person I want to be on stage when I perform. And, writing is a craft. You have to keep doing it, just the mere act, to get better or good, just like any other craft.

So, I found myself cornered into this conversation, and all I was thinking during it is, “Jesus, I didn’t know you were such a colossal shithead.” Apart from further announcing his hatred of all writing on the Internet, the comic genuis also went on to say that he had never read mine, which he assumed was gone now. He also assumed that I, too, would hate all weblogs because of what happened with my work and that is why he was so sure that I had stopped mine.

I think the summation was something like, “Yeah, I mean, they all like suck, and like with you, you lost a job and stuff and now have nothing because ‘blogs are so stupid.”

I did explain that at least practicing writing and getting feedback from out in the world had value and that, in fact, I kept writing. Also that when you think about losing an office job, which had long before stopped being satisfying or enjoyable, because you were caught doing what you aspire to be, the assumption you now had nothing was quite a bit of a stretch.

Let me see, I could still be in the office, toiling away, or I could be writing. Hmmm, which of these things is completely, undeniably replaceable and expendable? Might it be the office fucking job?

Faced with reason and conviction, the very, very clever comedian’s comeback? “I hate Jews, too.”

Lame, fucking lame. I, of course, am lamer for having been a part of the conversation while knowing it was just an annoying path to nothing.