|
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
This Month
Month Archive
Login
|
Dance funnyman Dance!
When's the last time you met a bank teller and when discovering their profession asked them if while they're here would they mind balancing your checkbook? More than likely never I would surmise yet this is exactly the position the professional comic finds himself in on a regular basis. There is apparently some unwritten law that I was unaware of when the memo went out that makes people believe that if you are funny professionaly, you are obligated to be funny for them whenever they desire. The terms used to supposedly inspire our little impromtu hoop jumping comes in the form of either "Oh your a comedian..be funny" or " your a comic..tell me a joke". The idea that we could be "off the clock" never occurs to our little factory assembly line expert as we of the humor enhanced are in their mind always ready and willing to be at their beckon call whenever they find themselves in our presence. Most people want to be funny and so since they have no platform to display their mirth they have to do it whenever they're able. Which usually amounts to everytime they're around lucid humans. The professional of course HAS a stage to perform his comedic gifts and henceforth is able to get it out and then LEAVE IT THERE as his itch has been scratched. For the novice there is never enough opportunity to impose their "skills" amongst us and so consequently are unaware of the fact that the biggest laughs they get are when they're gone and the rest of us get to spend some time rolling our eyes, and laughing at there pathetic display of neediness.No comedian expects or even desires necessarily you to entertain them as we for the most part are very serious people who most enjoy getting to know the true self of someone and hopefully learn something new in the process. If that leads to a bit down the road so be it but in the end all we really want is to blend in with the rest of insipid humanity.Unless your a doctor of course because there is this growth on my hand that has been bothering me for a couple weeks and I was wondering if you could take a look at it because.....
Comments
Re: Dance funnyman Dance!
by
The Therapist
on Wed 22 Dec 2004 09:13 PM CST | Profile | Permanent Link
I'm a magician. My wife a nurse. Man oh man. people mistake me for a chimpanzee with a deck of cards, and my wife for Marcus Welby . . .
Re: Dance funnyman Dance!
by
katy
on Thu 13 Jan 2005 04:13 PM CST | Profile | Permanent Link
i kno how you feel also. i'm on a MIME ministry team through my church..i'm sure you can imagine how people react when they hear about that. I promise, I am soo sick of the stupid box! haha
i'm 15 and in high school so i usually don't tell people about it at all. which i guess is bad since it's a ministry..... Re: Dance funnyman Dance!
by
beowolf
on Mon 24 Jan 2005 07:30 AM CST | Profile | Permanent Link
I think it sad because the church is the worst for this. If you can do something, you are expected to it for them for free. "It's your gift". I dont mind helping out now and then and giving my time away sometimes. But when its expected of you to give your art away or bust your knuckles on someones car engine, its no longer a gift its a duty. I love to give art away but when someone calls you up to offer a commision only to expect you me to give it away, it grates against my soul.
I guess I have a long way to go learning about Grace and the second mile Re: Dance funnyman Dance!
by
Chalms
on Sun 06 Mar 2005 12:07 PM CST | Profile | Permanent Link
word. i feel your pain. i'm a pianist and when neone finds out... they ask me to play something. especially if my parents are having a party of some sort and a piano is close at hand. *sigh*. but my poor dad juggles, but that is an easily demonstrated talent. "ooo scot! juggle something for us!!" *grabs keys, some sort of fruit, and usually his sunglasses and starts juggling* "wow, how long have you been doing that???" "twenty five years." oh, and he can also juggle lit torches, bowling balls, baseball bats, and butcher knives. which then beckons the usual string of questions... "have you ever cut yourself?" (no) "have you ever caught grass on fire?" (no) "can you teach me?" (no). cest la vie.
I cant wait to see you at Winterfest!!!!!!! me and my friend have been countin down the days!! :) -caitlin chalmers Re: Re: Dance funnyman Dance!
by
shortstopjpc
on Fri 20 May 2005 06:34 PM CDT | Profile | Permanent Link
I used to be a garbage man. Everywhere I would go people would ask me to take out their trash. I would of course go through it before discarding it, looking for things to furnish my house with, good letters, and what not. But now, even though its been years since I have held that job, my wife still asks me to take the trash out. Dump trashy man, Dump. I work with the mentally ill now, and every time I go to a party, people want me to give them a diagnosis. My response is always the same. I am just as crazy as the next guy. But at times when it's most important, I hide it. jC (this would not be one of those times)
Trackbacks
TrackBack URL: Weblogs that reference this article:
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||