Hair Of The Blog ..
The title of this post is in reference to the phrase “Hair of the dog” which refers to drinking even more after a hangover to cure said hangover.
Considering that I haven’t blogged in over 2 years symbolizes a creative-writing hangover of sorts, so what better way to get out of it then to start creatively-writing again?
Since I last blogged, I’ve been on TV a couple of times (Showtime & Comedy Central), am still traveling over the country doing clubs/shows and such, and right now am in the midst of a crazy road-intensive college run (70 plus cities in about 100 days). I planned on video-blogging my experience of my travels and travails of writing a new act but then got so self-conscious about it that I decided to watch Man Vs. Food instead
So today, I’m taking step One back into creativity by re-introducing my blog.
I’ll be a bit rusty for a week or so until I find my groove.
In the time that my blog was on hiatus, I fueled all my creative energy into (www.twitter.com/paulvarghese) and (www.facebook.com/paulandoates). It’s a nice catalog of silly thoughts/one-liners/observations I’ve made in that time.
Now normally these blogs will be filled with random ramblings, but since this is my first one back, it’ll be more linear.
Right now I’m at a Super 8 Motel in Indianola, Iowa. I’ve got a show tonight at Simpson College. As has been the case this entire college run, I have no clue what to expect tonight. All these shows are free for all college students so the turnouts can vary from 8 to 250. I’ve had great and terrible shows performing for either of those sizes. I’ve found that since I spend all day traveling (plane .. car .. pogo stick ..) that I tend to have little to no social interaction, outside of customer service, until the show that night. So in my head, my entire opinion of said day is based on how good the show goes.
Is that healthy? Who knows. If I was all about health, I wouldn’t be addicted to cherry sours.
I finally saw the movie “Up In The Air” and minus the George Clooney looks, charisma, and array of suits, that’s pretty dead-on to my life.
I’ve officially travelled enough to where I found myself on the plane bitching out loud to myself, to where everyone could hear me, about the 3-year old who was trying to sound out every word in his Clifford the Big Red Dog novel. I guess that’s cute if it’s your kid but it’s still strange to me that parents now have no problem letting their kids speak as loud as they want to in public as if we’re all gonna find it adorable and try to record that moment on our iPhones. I blame the ignorance of these parents on that ONE person in public who does make a fuss about it and feels the need to smile and tell the parent about their nephew/grandchild/komodo dragon pup who does similar things.
I wasn’t allowed to speak outloud in public because my parents thought I’d say something stupid/awkward that they’d have to laugh it off just as awkwardly or defend it to whoever got pissed. That might explain why I now have a career where I use a public forum to say stupid/awkward things and then when the crowds don’t laugh, I have to laugh it off or defend it just as awkwardly.
The documentary “Marathon Boy” is about to pop up on HBO. It’s about a little Indian kid who’s training to be a long-distance runner.
I’m watching for 2 reasons:
1) Because it’s filmed in India and I always like seeing shots from back in the motherland.
2) Who knew that all those years I spent running from my mom’s wooden spoon/flyswatter/tree branch/sandal/ashy hand that I could’ve harnessed that athletic prowess for potential Olympic gold?
Films based in India always make me feel less and less Indian (even if I am ingesting chicken biriani and garlic pickle at the time).
But, you know what’s less Indian than my inner dialogue? The fact that the Halle Berry movie “Catwoman” is right before it? Who’s in charge of the programming schedule at HBO? Does any other job scream “pulling slips of paper out of a hat” than that one? I wanna meet the person who’s into both of those movies. Who deems this the perfect 3 hours of entertainment ever slapped together? The only thing both movies have in common is brown skin. And ONE of these movies has their main character’s brown skin covered in leather.
(Oh and you’re sick if you think it’s the little Indian kid. After all, he’s probably Hindu which means he’s anti-Cowskin anyway.)
When I see terrible movies like “Catwoman”, I always think of the people who went to see this on opening day and loved it. The people who actually own this on DVD. I wonder who they are.
And then I’m reminded that people actually call in to vote for “American Idol” and my questions are answered.
Gotta go .. “SlumJog Millionaire” is about to start.