Feeling very nondescript and unmotivated today.

Got up early to shower before the bathroom-installing guys returned. Is your soapdish just supposed to fall of the wall? Or does that suggest the tile guys might have missed something? Granted I was piling stuff on it. Like one morning there was a new bar of soap, an old sliver AND a razor.

I guess before I got up and showered, I should have looked out the window (assuming that my semi-clad form should be sticking itself in the vicinity of a window). Houses should have one-way glass or tinted windows.

Had I looked out the window, maybe I would have noticed the fresh buttload of snow that is no doubt preventing the now bathroom-fixing guys from visiting.

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Germaine Greer was always one of my favorite of the old-school feminists. Probably because she had a sense of humor and a sense of outrageous, which sometimes are the same thing. Someone needed to have a little fun among all the hand-wringing, empowerment bullshit.

On the one hand, I hate to see her fading into awkward, B-list celebrity. But on the other hand, if she’s doing it to fuck with a TV show, power to the people, right on.

Other than that, I have been fucking lazy about getting dates to perform, but last night headed up to a groovy, little place in Lowell. It was fun.

I went up first and did adequately, I think. One of those sets where I left the stage thinking, “Huh, that should have worked better,” but not really beating myself up. Like a dumb shit, I forgot to set up my recorder (probably because I was more interested in eating), so I will never really have any idea of how sucky or not I may have done.

(And, yes, for anyone who read that last paragraph who has given me shit about self-deprecation, it was deliberate to put “sucky” first and “not” second. I’m fully aware of my shitty self. Does that sound like a joke, because it is. Aww, man, I suck at this.)

It was a fun night, though, with an interesting line up of “ladies.” When I got there, I looked around the room and realized that (a) I knew all but one or two of the performers and the host (I don’t really know him) and (b) I pretty much liked everyone in the room. Another of the chicks present mentions the show here.

(Hmm, maybe in lieu of a recording I should ask her how much I sucked, or didn’t…)

It’s noteable that it was fun, because I personally liked the other people. Sadly, after going to a million and a half comedy shows, it seems like it’s harder to say that I like everyone there. I guess the more people you meet, you up the chances of finding ones you hate. (OK, or love, I’ll concede that.)

I do want to point out to a certain West Coast resident, if he happens to read this post, he should re-read that last little bit. I just wrote that I liked a roomful of women. See, I don’t hate all women, just some of them. Like the dumb, young ones.

My next public appearance, as if anyone cares, is the Boston Comedy Connection on January 30, 2005. It’s a Sunday, and the show’s at 7 p.m.