Uplifting

It’s another DVDuesday and here we are, shoeless and in love. And yes, that picture of Foghorn Leghorn is WAY too big. But it tickles me...

I made a new friend in an important place, that was the good news that beamed out of me like a porn star’s first money shot. With that said, I was very emotional (gay, I know) for a day or two. I watched Rocky Balboa and kept repeating that speech he gave to his son over and over again. “It ain’t about how much you get hit, but how many hits you can take and keep getting up and moving forward.” – Rocky

Life is incredible if you really look around, let’s take the Fowlest, who now has an audition for Live at Gotham tomorrow night (wish him laughs, he doesn’t need luck). When he left here he didn’t even have a permanent place to live. Now he’s being managed by Eddie Murphy’s old manager and seems to be receiving help from Paradigm. If you would have told him all that was in his future two years ago when we met he would have $#!T a brick. But he’s earned it now, so while it’s still mind blowing, now he can smile because he’s already walked down that road.

I’ve come down from my “high” last week (I guess even lottery winners eventually let it all sink in) and started looking optimistically towards the future. I’ve actually been writing a couple of jokes a day since last Wednesday and that’s more than I’ve written in a long time. That alone makes me happy, but like everyone else I’m anxious to see how they are received. I’ve started dreaming about comedy again, like back when I started. I was watching Comedian again yesterday and just watching Orny Adams is inspiring. Love him or hate him, he had wall to wall jokes for any occasion and was determined. He had the same insecurities that anyone I’ve had a serious conversation with has spoken about but said them to the camera. When he ran into Seinfeld early on in the movie they share a chat where Jerry eases some of his insecurities. I’ve never really understood exactly what Jerry was talking about with his story of the Norman Rockwell painting until yesterday. I’m sure you’ve all seen it and understood by this point, but finally paying attention and hearing that does kind of make you smile. We all have a bond that no one else can ever really relate to unless they’ve chased this beast for a little while. Like people that had been in Vietnam, the war, not on vacation. Since I was old enough to understand what Jerry did on the show Seinfeld (by that I mean you rarely saw him work because he traveled a lot, but he never wanted for money and seemed to live a perfect life) that’s really all I’ve wanted. We all have some realistic version of how our dream life would be… what’s yours?

Yesterday Nelson and I saw several Hispanic men stealing a Cherry Blossom tree in my neighborhood. Some sad $#!T…

I discovered a new love this weekend while celebrating, 30 ROCK! I bought season 1 thinking it might entertain me, I love some Alec Baldwin (He’s a Baldwin damnit!) but found out so much more. And, I’m now addicted to watching Tina Fey, does it get any finer? Next thing I knew I’d reached the end of season 1… off to grab season 2. I’m hooked and glad that it took me until now to find out. Season 3 shouldn’t be too far off…

This beautiful Spanish (woman) tricked me into buying two shirts that totaled more than I care to mention. Let’s just say I could’ve bought a video game and like looking at my account balance a whole lot more. Damn you Ralph Lauren.

Snickers are now selling a King Size as two snack sized bars. Even if it’s the same amount of candy, I feel cheating seeing them separated like that. Snickers what happened to us? There were days I thought I could never go without you. I used to feel like I’d lose my mind if I didn’t have you in my mouth by the end of the day… “no homo.”

I will give one American dollar, via PayPal, to the person who can tell me what movie or show had some big black guy answer a question involving his name with “@SS popper.” It’s always cracked me up and I’m anxious to see whatever that movie was again.

Yesterday was a night of Strawberry Wine, and seduction. I passed out extremely early from it and had dreams of chasing Tina Fey. Oddly enough, it was not your average semen soaked nightmare… “Oh God, I hope he’s joking.”

Okay I’m off to enjoy the day and what not. Wouldn’t be surprised if you bumped into an awkward looking black fellow with a ____ blank of the Gods. (hint: wenis)

Peaces