I have a recurring nightmare at least once a month: I make my first set in an open micro comedy club. All my friends are there, with all my life. I realize that I have no ready equipment.
Classic dream stuff, right?
I am not the type to go back from a challenge. So, I’m starting to do work on the crowd. I don’t care about my friends. At the beginning, it is a row that has a light. But then, this turns into entirely on the withdrawals of their character, their ways and whom they are as a person.
And the thing about it? I kill. People fall from their seats laughing. The friends I don’t care? They are injured, of course. But even they recognize the radiance of the material. I have a good time in the dream, be so funny, make people laugh.
I start to make regular sets. Then a talented agent makes me enlighten. And then I go on tour.
I know I did it. I am on the way to be Saturday Night Live. I have a deep competence for comedy. Everything is fine.
But then, I am on stage for a rehearsal before the show in Indianapolis at the theater palladium. And it strikes me – I never felt so alone. I sit on the Steinway piano set up for me (because in my dream, I am able to play the piano) and cry with deep sobs. I hate my life. This is how I wake up.
This dream makes me sympathize with the protagonist of the new film Tim Robinson Friendship. But first: bites.
Bite
Maybe your first tomatoes are matured. Get Athens Bread Company bread and put this baby in the toaster. Then choose basil and put it in a Mason jar with an egg yolk, oil and garlic to make herbs mayonnaise. Use an immersion mixer (and put me on my blender immersion story!). Put this homemade mayonnaise, sliced tomatoes and salt and pepper on the bread, wrap it and bring it to the theater with you. You deserve it.
Camera
The comedy / horror of Tim Robinson is brilliant. It is a question of setting up expectations and bursting them with a clumsy baseball bat, then to double by telling everyone that it was justified. Finally, the spectator breaks under strangeness and cannot help laughing.
Not all sketches are funny, but Robinson I think you should leave is highly regarded as a television series due to the sketch of sketch like “King of the Slams”, “Bachelorette Zip-Line” and all the sketches linked to the hot dogs.
In the new film FriendshipThe character of Robinson, Craig Waterman, is hungry for friendship. He meets Austin Carmichael, a local meteorologist. He has a group of guys. They support each other emotionally, drag regularly and Hardcore embroidered. Craig becomes obsessed with this friendship. And this obsession is both funny, funny and incredibly sad.
I’m worried about Tim. I fear that he did a kind of problem with the devil.
You see, we all try to act normal. There are a set of conventions in the social conscience that we must all respect. Otherwise, there is chaos. Can Tim act normally? Does he have friends in real life? Or is it really so annoying that it is alone?
Obviously, there is an epidemic of male solitude which permeates society. People sit with their partners and watch television at night. They scroll through social media, seeing what others do. For me, there is nothing better than inviting a group of friends without a single plan, to take a look through the pantry and the refrigerator, and make snacks together.
Fashion
Last weekend, I was at a conference on my illness. We were about 3,000 in Los Angeles, all using wheelchairs. Each fourth person who passed me in Disneyland had a spinal muscular atrophy (SMA). It was incredible, even if the Winnie the Pooh walk was a little disappointing.
One of the panels I went to was fashion while having SMA. Twenty-Annonces gave advice on how to see good when using a wheelchair, how to best pose for Instagram, and how to feel good in your body when it is so different from the “ideal” of society.
It’s good, but I must be honest here: I am at an age where I really don’t care about my appearance on photos or on social networks. I do not “put the brand” myself or I try to develop an image. What I say is that even if it is hot outside, it is cold in theaters. So don’t be afraid to wrap a blanket and become comfortable.
One of my favorite fashion declarations at the conference each year is a particular researcher who does not wear shoes. This particular researcher, let’s call him Anton (because it is his name), wore shoes this year. I asked him why, and it is because he is doing extremely important research.
You see: ten years ago, this conference was very different from what it is now. SMA was the first genetic killer for children under the age of three. Throughout the halls of the hotel, children aged two and three are used to zipping using tiny and cute electric electric wheelchairs. The problem was that they were going to die of the disease in months. The drugs became available about eight years ago, which made children live, and much not to use wheelchairs at all. It is a huge change caused by fundraising and subsidies of NIH.
But this year, Anton said he felt the need to act normal and have a good impression on everyone by wearing shoes because some of his subsidies were canceled by Doge Cutts.
I want Anton to live authentically! I also want more treatments for SMA and other diseases!
Current police changes, including federal cups in Medicaid, should move 17 million people out of insurance. The other SMA’ers will lose their medical insurance and will not have access to vital drugs. We can do better. For Anton, and for people like me, it would be great if you continue to call your Congress member and remind them of this. Because doing work alone can feel alone.
Do not forget, to paraphrase Mary Oliver: whoever you are, No matter how muchThe world is only sad if you are alone. Instead, Klaxon in chorus like all the geese in the Hocking river so that they have to listen.
