You. Are. Hilarious. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I'm a new follower and your funny posts brightens up my depressing, Dashboard. I even enjoy reading your answers on TumblrAsk (or whatever you call this thing). Keep it up. Oh and just wondering: You're a funny guy... what do YOU do when someone "cracks a joke" that isn't funny at all?
Again, you guys are just making me blush today. Thanks for your kind words. And if your dash is depressing might I suggest
Those, along with my blog should brighten it right up.
As far as what happens when a joke isn’t funny…well…that depends. If it is my dad, I will mock him mercilessly. If it is a boss or authority figure I will laugh hysterically. If it is a close friend I will punch them in the arm and say, “Booooo!” If it is a fellow comedian I would help them analyze the joke to see if it is salvageable or if they should scrap it.
And what if it is me? I bomb like every other comedian. When that happens I usually cry and hug my stuffed monkey Gabby.
I found your blog and i think it's amazing.
Thank you for bringing some humor into my dull world.
This was more of a statement so I'll add a question.
How are you?
Well aren’t you lovely? I mean, I know your name is straightuplovely, but I meant lovely like flowers or a sunrise. I’m am here to entertain, I do my best, and when people let me know that I’m doing it right, it always brings joy to my heart. As for how I am, I think I’ll quote Tony the Tiger on this one.
thefrogman.me: Year 1...Death, Failure, Success, and Hope
I realized after answering a question about when I started this blog, that I had already missed my 1 year mark of April 19th. It’s been a pretty strange year for me. Some pretty good ups, and some of the worst downs I’ve experienced in my life. This all started more than a year ago in a way. I designed a website for Leo Laporte, a famous tech journalist. It was a social networking site called The TWiT Army. I not only designed the site, but I ran it as well. It was there I met a fellow tech geek by the name of Tru McGowan. We hit it off right away, trading quips back and forth on the site. We were fast friends and usually spent hours each day talking in a small chat window at the right side of my screen. Pretty soon he was my best friend. He inspired me to work on my comedy. Helped me flesh out my ideas, polish them, make them better than I could have on my own. And I helped him fix up his website like he wanted. We became inseparable, linked by copper and radio waves via the world wide web. Half a country away, yet next to each other in spirit. I had been working on creating a comedy website for almost a year at that point. I still hadn’t launched it because I kept making the scope of the endeavor bigger and the complexity almost unmanageable. I was getting antsy. I couldn’t find the energy to complete the blog the way I desired. All I wanted was a nice platform to present my comedy, and instead I created this monster. But Tru had a plan. He tricked me into doing a “pre-blog” on this platform called tumblr. He told me I could just post things on there for the time being, and when I finished my monster, I could just transfer my content over. But Tru knew that once I started on tumblr, I’d never leave. Many months later after I became a tumbling fool, I told him…
"You know, I think I’m just going to use tumblr and forget my other site." "I know." he said. "You know?" "Yep. I knew the day I convinced you to start on tumblr."
He’s the reason I’m here. He’s the reason I’ve met all of these amazing people. He’s the reason you are reading this post.
Shortly after that…
Tru passed away.
He was only 24, but he had a bad heart. I think maybe it was just too big for the world to contain it. I tried to keep going with my blog, but nothing seemed funny anymore. I had lost 80 pounds at that point. I stopped my diet and went back to eating crap. I went into a deep depression and started posting less and less. If you look in my archives I didn’t post anything for the month of September. I gained back all the weight I lost and then some. I didn’t even open photoshop for months. I had lost the best friend I ever had. My heart was broken into a million pieces. And I was just too damn tired to pick them up.
Then one day out of the blue I found this picture.
It was the coolest most clever thing I had seen in a while and I just had to blog it. So in the middle of October I came out of hiding and posted this. I got that itch again. That need within me to entertain. I posted one picture a day. Then I started doing 2 or 3. And before I knew it, I was posting like crazy again. I even dusted the cobwebs off of photoshop. I was still very depressed and my fatigue was worse than ever, but something in me just wanted to fight it. I’m not a religious person. I’m fairly skeptical about most things unknowable and unprovable, but I felt like Tru was with me, kicking my ass for giving up. When he was alive, he was my biggest supporter, doing everything he could to help me keep going, even when my fatigue was almost unbearable. He inspired and motivated me to keep fighting and not give up. And I suddenly had that same feeling inside of me. A while after, I realized that Tru would have been devastated if he was the reason for my downward spiral. After that realization I had to correct everything that I let the sadness of his death cause me to screw up. I decided that the worst thing I could possibly do with his memory was to let the ambitions I had, the ambitions we had…die with him. He worked so hard to keep me on track, and I was wasting his effort. I had a new motivation. I had a new inspiration. I was going to work my ass off to accomplish all those things we had talked about. I was going to create a successful blog. I was going to lose that weight. I was going to make him proud of me.
Over the next few months this blog started growing exponentially. My original material was starting to get attention. I created a Snookie photoshop that made it on the Huffington Post. I created Babies with Laser Eyes that got articles written about it all over the internet. I even did an interview on Australian radio. It was an epic fail, but it’s still something I can say I did.
And so here I am today, 40 pounds lighter, writing this. I have a long ways to go before I accomplish all I set out to do. But since his death I have gone from 100 followers to over 3000. I have gone from 20 hits a day to nearly 1000 per day. I’m working harder than ever, and I seem to still have the energy to stay motivated and inspired. I have some huge things in the works. Things that I hope will take me to the next level…whatever that may be. But I feel more confident than ever that I am going to be the success I had hoped to be. I feel like I am going to make Tru proud… wherever he may be. My life isn’t easy. Being sick every day of your life can get fairly trying. And frustrating. And infuriating. And I still stumble along the way. I’ve had some things happen to me recently that really knocked me on my ass. Things that a year ago might have crippled my ability to go on. For instance, I found a medicine that could improve my Chronic Fatigue and even has the possibility to make me better. But then I found out that I can’t get it without $16,000. I currently have $12. I can’t tell you how much I wanted to give up after learning that. But I got up, dusted myself off, and got back to work. I do this for my parents who always believed in me. I do this because it’s the only passion I’ve ever known and I’m done letting my life waste away while I wait to get better. I do this because I want Tru to be proud of me.
I accidentally poured out about a gallon of shampoo into my hand. Not sure what to do, I decided to just go with it and see what happened. It foamed up to epic proportions and I looked like Santa Clause. It took me 3 minutes to get all the shampoo out, and I’m pretty sure my beard had an orgasm.