7:36 am, i am getting myself ready to go into manhattan for another day of 'work'? it seems that way... actually i love what i do, so i prefer not to call it work...
how does this all go? i'm waiting for breakfast. my coffee is ready, and i should serve myself, but me, being the 'king' of the family is waiting for my wife to come out of the shower, and serve me... i'm such a jerk sometimes.
alas, coffee served... the difference in a person's life before and after a little coffee... it's not even about 'the pick me up effect' of the caffeine... it's just a marker to note... "now the day has begun"... so with and without coffee, with and without a morning hug from my little monsters... all these little details are the important ones. everything else such as if they are on time, and if they are bathed and smell delicious... are the facts of life that my wife takes care of.
i saw louis ck's comedy louie. i don't think the 'real' dads even understand that he's lying. when, and if any comedian truly connects, or 'is there, and was there', when their monologues so intuitively click with the daily goings on of somebody's life... it's not fun, funny, or interesting. i applaud louis ck for being well received. i also think that it's wonderful to make such mundane events comedy to the masses... i just wish there were more niche comedians... like myself who could make fun of the way how this totally dysfunctional society that we live in... continues to warp the minds of young people.
louis ck had part of his show take place on a school bus. the school bus got a flat tire. he called his 'people' and got all the kids of the school bus and they were all sent home in a limo. people who find this fun or funny are simply the kids in the room. i really hope that bringing kids into this mindset that limos are fun and or interesting is really tragic. the best thought i have is to be able to call the parents of each and every kid to pick up their kids... that would be so much better.
let me go... duty calls.
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