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I just moved into a new apartment. Packing and moving is tons of fun but unfortunately it didn't allow for regular blog posting. Thanks for the concerned phone calls and emails though. Check out the exchange I just had with the gentleman who cut my hair less than an hour ago:


HIM
You do stand-up comedy?

ME
Yeah

HIM
Tell me one of your jokes

ME
(hesitant)

HIM
Too long, you should've had something by now

ME
It's not exactly an ideal way to deliver a joke, sitting in this chair getting my haircut.

HIM
Just give me something you already did before.

ME
(I loathe telling a joke of mine in casual conversation because no matter how the person reacts I hate it, either they aren't getting the full effect and therefore don't think it's as funny as I do or they are forcing a laugh because they don't want to hurt my feelings, however since this guy had a blade to my skull, I figured I'd oblige)

Okay, I normally don't do this but...I don't think they should make bobblehead dolls of famous people who have Parkinson's disease.

HIM
(Forced laughter, he's Israeli and I'm not sure he knew what a bobblehead doll is)
You know why I asked is because me and my friends when we get together, we just do like stand up comedy all the time for like four hours off the top of my head. We can just be in front of people and we just do it for hours. We have to be drunk though.

ME
That's cool. (So basically you are trying to say that what I am struggling mightily to do as a career pursuit, you and your drinking buddies can do improvisationally for hours on end? What a tactful thing to say to a guy like me. I'm sure you guys are hilarious. With that kind of talent it's suprising you'd hang onto this $12 buzzcut gig, but I guess this is where you test out fresh new material. Like when you accidentally jammed the clippers into my cranium and you said "sorry about that, your head is round, we don't get many like that here!" Or when you welcomed me to the neighborhood by saying "welcome to the zoo, please don't feed the animals!"

I guess I have nobody to blame but myself. I need to improve my radar when it comes to answering strangers' "what do you do?" question. The "that's kind of cool" responses aren't worth the more standard "Oh yeah, say something funny" challenges. The perils of trying to make it in the big city!

Happy Belated Birthday Nation.