I spent a lot of time being unkind about that Potato Salad kickstarter. I’m probably still pretty unkind about it. I found out on Tuesday of this past week that I know one of the guys behind it in real life (IRL). He’s a really good dude and a really funny dude and I laughed so hard because I had been so spiteful about it. “You’ve still been a lot nicer than the AV Club,” he told me. I laughed harder. Maybe I like the Potato Salad kickstarter and hate everyone who is careless with their money. You should only ever donate your money to breast cancer research or a television show that’s been cancelled that you want to come back.
Last week at work, a woman told me I was “wearing the hell” out of my apron. Similarly, I ran into a peer from high school who asked me if “this was it” to my life. Yeah, it kinda is, but at least I don’t have to sell insurance, so joke’s on you, idiot. I wonder if there is secretly someone paying a lot of people to have opinions on my plans and lifestyle. Who is it? Can they kickstarter me that money? I don’t know.
Have you watched Season 2 of Orange is the New Black? I’m almost done with it. It’s very entertaining. I liked ragging on Season 1 a little for being inconsistent with strange pacing issues, but a lot of that is fixed here and the dialogue is just so good.
I got to do an 18 minute set this past Friday for some friends’ show and it was wildly rewarding. I hadn’t done longer than about eight minutes since April and I was so very nervous that I would tell all of my jokes in, like, seven minutes and then just stand on stage and ask people how they were doing for the remaining time. But it went well! And I think it was well-received. There will probably be video uploaded here or somewhere you can watch it because you guys are always like “Fran I wanna see you do jokes” and I’m like “no, it’s actually so dumb” and now you’ll be able to know for sure.
I ran into a guy I went to college with at a party this weekend. “We went to college together,” I told him, “we met a few times.” He didn’t remember me. “Did you look like this?” he asked me, which was a confusing question. “No,” I said, “I was kinda uglier back then.” He didn’t say anything back. Making a lot of friends at camp, Mom!
It’s been over a month since I’ve had any alcohol and over six months since I’ve had a cigarette. I still ask to smell my friends’ drinks (mainly nice beers! I miss beers, you guys) and I stand in the room when other people smoke because secondhand smoke is going to kill me. Anyway, I’m a little healthier than I was back in January when I kept thinking that everyone is a demon. Now maybe just I’m the demon.
Today is my first day with no work since the month of June. Isn’t that stupid? I’m going to dogsit for my parents and clutch the puppy to my chest all day. I’m going to read, maybe, but also probably try to beat 2048 (I know). It’s gonna be really nice.