I took this picture of myself at the end of a day I spent in bed, scared and crying, feeling alone and hopeless and completely desperate.
This is the face of my mental illness. This is the face of my sadness when it is at its most inexplicable and its most pronounced.
I am not ashamed of it.
I PREFER THIS FACE TO YOUR NORMAL FACE… not trying to be a dick, just letting you know that I love you, Gethard, and you are my Robin Williams. <3
I had been drinking pretty often and decided to dry out for a bit. With the exception of one glass of wine, I drank no alcohol for the 31 days of July. Here’s what I learned…
I went from being speechless to laughing for a solid 5 minutes. This is great.
I found a journal I kept while I was in improv 201 at UCB. The entire entry made me laugh because it made me remember something about myself I tried to forget.
I once considered myself a poet.
the poetry! (I wrote alot of them…not ironically unfortunately) is especially funny to me because I probably thought it was seriously brilliant at the time. No but really….I even wrote that improvisors for generations would be quoting me. cocky motherfucker. Where the hell did I get off?!
Anyway, here’s two untitled (amateur) poems:
Brian Faas**, what a guy
If you’re too real, it’s awkward and we’ll all cry
Got milk? That was a good scene.
Nice callback. Callbacks are good.
Improv is good, improv is fun
I like to dance in the sun
Not too jokey it’s hokey
Not too real, you’ll cry.*
*I, of course, now know, we want all the audiences to cry.
** I have no idea why I named Brian Faas. I took one workshop with him through the diversity program and I promise he is not preaching “keep it real, …but not TOO real.”
I was and am a hack. Lmao.
"Take risks now, as you grow older you become more fearful and less flexible. And I mean that literally. I hurt my knee this week on a treadmill and it wasn’t even on."
Amy Poehler (via ucbcomedy)
come on. WHY IS SHE THE COOLEST?!
LJ. She is my hero for the segment she did at the update desk this past weekend. It was gutsy, honest and funny. She is challenging concepts of beauty. Plain and simple. It’s not racist. And it is not dumb. It’s quite the opposite actually.
What I’ve been reading online where people point out her making light of rape and sexual violence… well those are absurd accusations because if you really listen to Ms. Jones, she’s not even talking about those things and you have nothing to fear anyway because she condones none of that. She even says at one point, “No I do not want to be a slave. […] I don’t even like working for you white people now and you pay me.” (funny btw) As an African-American woman with a history of slavery and sexual violence in my family history, I understand the trepidations in watching this, but everything you expect it to be becomes a wonderful, surprising point of view that if you really sit down and think about rings true to all of us. You just have to view the topic with a little understanding and depth. And yes, there is depth to it.
I know I know…comedy is subjective. And we all get to feel what we feel, but watching comedy (especially this kind of comedy) without attempting to understand where someone is coming from and why they might say the things they do… you might as well sit and watch a rock. Please, do not find a reason to be offended by the rock though.
I forget the point I was trying to make, but I know I laughed my ass off during and after this segment ended. I hope time will show that Leslie did a truly great piece.
I just in-the-style-of-Scott-Aukerman-and-PFT-on-Comedy-bang-bang-on-IFC said to my mom, “iiiit’s been a while since we’ve talked, how are you?
I’ve never been prouder of any singular conversation going so well.
Never pop this comedy bubble that I’m in OR I WILL END YOU.
that got aggressive.
…never go into a Best Buy and ask to see their Alexa digital cameras. They will look at you like you’re some kind of dumb idiot who doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Yes, I do know that they filmed “true works of art” like Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones and Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter on those cameras, but I also have an idea that’s just as good. Picture this: a woman on an airplane telling drastic lies to get more peanuts. Also, in this world, headphones and blankets don’t exist. (I know. Super good ideas are just inside of me alot.)
But yeah, even if you promise not to drop the camera, they still won’t show you them. Even if you slide the guy FIVE DOLLARS…. They’re keeping those babies in the back.