I’m currently listening to all my past sets in an effort to categorize my jokes in an Excel document and to create notes and tips for how to better the jokes in future.

The only way to describe this process is

EXCRUCIATINGLY PAINFUL!

To the max.

“I’d really like for you to kill in your showcase set, so we can prove to the people who don’t think you’re funny that you’ve got what it takes.”

How in the name of Pete is this supposed to make me feel confident?

Another fine example of how comedians; even grown-up, adult people, do not know how to interact with others.

 

OK, so I haven’t done anything AS exciting as working in a TV studio this past week, but I did get a car.

Pile in, grandkids!

(This isn’t actually my car, but it’s the same make and model… it’s been too gloomy in Toronto these days to take adequately mood-uplifting car photos, so I figured stealing someone else’s would be good enough.)

No big deal.

(It’s totally a big deal.)