pouring sand in the preparation H
adding speed bumps to the slime sluice
In his masterwork Jerry told us that in order to be funny a comedian needs a bit of grit in their lives.
They thrive on irritation.
A comedian according to Seinfeld is like the princess with the pea - they’re highly sensitive and can go on and on about the smallest things possible and find hilarity there.
But what happens if you want to be funny, but there’s nothing irritating happening?
What happens when a comic finds a degree of contentmen?
Do we stop being funny?
I’ve been fairly content lately.
It makes it difficult to come up with new sounding bullshit to rail on about.
And that is likely the most irritating thing about being content that I’ve discovered.
My content is suffering because of my contentment.
What a pain in the arse eh?
Well dear reader, I better find a way to fuck this shit up pronto.
I could die from being boring dontchaknow.
How can you be content, you must be drunk.
It's only a phase, don't worry, some synapses lined up correctly but only for a moment.
I have times when I'm invisible. it's weird. I think it's to do with the stars. You know it's like the Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy irrelevance field, or was that dirk gently, anyway I just roll with it and wait until I phase in again. Very weird moment yesterday, on a crowded train platform, people I knew couldn't see me until I waved goodbye, haha, alas.