Rubber Tangents

aedison:

nickdouglas:

Avery Edison, who will hopefully not hit me when I meet her, writes a lot of duds — because she stretches to write fantastical fictions and turn herself into an unreliable narrator. She’s the Babe Ruth of Twitter: swing and miss, swing and miss, then knock it out of the park with “What’s the deal with deaf people? Like, HELLO?”

Oh, ouch. Fair point, though—I have a massive problem with consistency in everything I do. Case in point: I’ve not done an episode of The Weekly Show in almost a week now, because I haven’t felt “inspired” enough. A professor on my comedy course has a phrase he uses constantly—“Don’t make it funny, make it tuesday.” I can’t do that. I won’t release something into the world unless it makes me laugh, and if I’m feeling particularly unfunny that means I can go long periods without any creative output.

This is a problem.

That said, I stand by everything I tweet. All of it makes me laugh, even the “misses”. I regularly read back my own Favrd page because, let’s face it, no one knows how to make me laugh like I do. And I like a bloody good laugh. I know it’s a dick move in the comedy world to laugh at your own stuff, but fuck it—I make really funny jokes sometimes, and nothing has made me feel better about myself more than my gradual growth as a comedy writer has.

The “unreliable narrator” stuff. Yes. That is a bit of a problem. At this point, the aedison that writes on twitter uses child slaves to write her jokes, and also comes up with jokes by throwing a ball at the ceiling. She has at least seven grandparents, all of whom in various stages of ill health, with at least a couple suffering from the strokes with regularity. She lives with her mother, and also alone. She’s an idiot mad scientist who makes flight technology for birds, and also a genuinely smart, loquacious person who makes (hopefully)astute political observations. She’s transgendered, but homophobic, and an unrepentant racist to boot. And she’s engaged, just like I am, to Abby.

At this point, @aedison’s character history is more convoluted and contradictory than Jean Grey’s. I hope that doesn’t ruin the jokes for anyone. And if it does, I’ve at least tried to divert some stuff to my conservative parody account.

There should be a point here, shouldn’t there? Hm. Yes. Well, I’m about to get on a plane and fly across an ocean and I’m taking a freshly bought copy of The Creative Habit with me. Maybe I’ll step off the plane with a little more focus, and ability to churn stuff out on a more regular basis.

I will also smell, because plane travel, amirite?

I’m almost entirely certain that @aedison will not become more reliable over time, and I will continue to “[stretch] to write fantastical fictions”, not least because the surreal, fantastical stuff often gets a shiny gold star from Remiel, and I really like seeing that red box on the aforementioned Favrd page.

I haven’t read this back, so it might be nonsense, and it might be boring. But I’m not making it funny—I’m making it tuesday.

Oh, are you kidding me? It loops back? That’s stellar writing, right there. Have a special hat and sit in the genius corner, you pretentious idiot, Avery.

Yeah.. not all of your shit is funny, but then again, not everything I say makes a lot of sense. The point being, that the more broad your audience the less likely they’ll all laugh at the same thing. What I enjoy about most of your posts is that they don’t really completely recycle. While you may have a spotty humor record, it does at least evidence a willingness to be adventurous… can’t fault someone for that much anyway… besides, who really cares if everyone thinks you’re funny so long as anyone things you’re funny. You sort of remind me of a mixture between… Daniel Tosh, Mitch Hedberg, John Clese and a tiny tiny sliver of what Lenny Bruce and George Carlin’s abstract love child had potential to be. Not that the statement makes a damn bit of sense to anyone but me, but FTW!, right?