I made this masterpiece for you guys. I don’t own any of the above images that I smashed together.
If you didn’t hear, there’s a new Furby out called Furby Boom. They had a cute advertisement but I think mine’s cuter.
Hello my scribbleflarps,
I’ve been using my phone for the last couple posts and I have to say, when I reread them on my laptop, I want to throw-up and snap it in half (my laptop, not my barf). I’ll be working on proofreading what my fat thumbs are trying to say to you people. I can only imagine what screwball messages they’ll come up with next.
I also realized, as much as I love WordPress, I have no idea how to navigate the site. That goes for the regular version and the mobile version. I just click on a bunch of buttons and hope to God I get to the “New Post” or “Edit” page.
In other news, I had another “what am I doing with my life” meltdown.
The crisis du jour was over why I want to be in comedy and humor writing. I spend a lot of time, energy, and effort on it and I had a moment where I started to think, am I working towards something I really want?
Thank God for Mike Birbiglia’s “Thank God for Jokes” tour. I went on Valentine’s Day and forced my mother along. When Mike started talking about his love for jokes and joke writing, it reminded me why I do it. Sometimes you get so caught up in the pursuit, you forget what you’re chasing and why you’re chasing it.
I figured out my dilemma, which seldom happens.
I had taken myself out of the equation for a while. I was thinking so much of how this would be helping others. What would I be contributing to people who hear or read my comedy? I started thinking that I had nothing of value to offer.
It really bothered me. Why would I do something if it wasn’t aiding anybody. I can be a very selfish and reclusive person, and I’ve been trying to change that. Now this is going to sound really cornflakes (cornballs might be made of styrofoam and should not be ingested, more details to follow) but listening to Mike Birbiglia talking about how much he loved joke writing and comedy, I realized that that was the whole point. I love it. And Jesus, if you love something, isn’t that the best reason to have?
It all came crashing down on me after that. A good crashing. A crashing that involved some Kumbayah and realizing that if you love something, your passion ultimately inspires and helps others. Yay, Circle of Life or something.
What are your loves and passions? How do you remain grounded and inspired?
Alright, thank you for reading, my little scoochnerds.
K love you,
Lolo von Itsreallyherthumbstalkingsteinbergson
It’s a little known fact, aside from close friends knowing, that I’m pretty intuitive. I get weird/accurate gut feelings about situations, I manifest people and items quickly, and I’m pretty good at those flash cards Venkman tests those kids with at the beginning of Ghostbusters.
But last night was extra woo-woo. I had a dream that my aunt slipped while out in the snow and had to go to the emergency room. She had to be hooked up to breathing machines, have X-rays, etc.
Pretty simple dream. Short and weird. I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep and dreamt that I was a French duck-lawyer, trying to solve my case.
I forgot about the dream and went to work. It wasn’t until later this afternoon, when my mom texted me to say that my aunt (same accident-prone dream aunt) was in the emergency room, that I remembered it. She had to get her lungs checked out and do breathing tests for an injury she got while out in the snow.
What’s also weird is that I curled my hair and now I smell like burnt fur. I can’t wait to charm all the boys.
Anyways, peace-love-and duck-lawyers!
Lolo von Quackenthecases.
I watched the movie Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me. If you don’t know, it’s the prequel to the television series, complete with 110% more screaming, nudity, F-bombs. Even a little evil, incestuous, possession sex. Which is the best kind, of course. But when in Rome…do as much as you can given that you couldn’t do it before on a television platform.
I both loved it and was disappointed by it. BUT the only reason I was disappointed is because they cut the scene that showed me and Agent Dale Cooper making love. That and Agent Desmond disappears forever. Just when I was getting used to NOT seeing my beloved Dale. I know that I’m watching a David Lynch film, why the fuck should I have resolution? Well because I’m a woman with needs. Needs for knowing the whereabouts of Special Agents. Is Desmond at the Black Lodge?! Or was he like “I’m going to GTFO that lady is yelling about her hot water and I don’t need this small town shit.” I just don’t know.
I also demand more Gordon Cole airtime. I fell in love with David Lynch’s humor while watching Twin Peaks, but then Gordon Cole came on the screen and I knew me, Cooper, and Cole were meant to be in a love triangle.
Anyways, I have to go search the internet for information on the blue rose.
If you haven’t seen Twin Peaks, I suggest you open up your laptop or turn on your Roku and bring up Netflix because you really should not be wasting ANY more time not watching it.
- Lolo Von TwinPeaksloversteinbergLynchfan
One year ago this month I got my wisdom teeth pulled out! All five of them! (I’m proof my family is devolving. But we already knew that.)
It just so happened that when the surgeon attempted to take out the fifth, he hit a nerve, leaving the left side of my mouth numb. Brushing my teeth on that side didn’t feel like anything, my chin on that side was always on pins and needles, and I couldn’t fully feel my mouth smooching my box of Lucky Charms when I got home from work.
BUT the past few days, upon shoveling graham crackers into my mouth, I noticed I could feel CRUMBS on my face. FREAKIN’ CRUMBS. *sets off fireworks spelling out CRUMBS in the air*
Sometimes that’s all we need in life to feel joy. Sweet, delicious, crumbs on your face.
Don’t make that a sexual innuendo.