Yesterday I had a vague plan about what I wanted to write. Today I don’t. I hope you’re ready.
I just got my bike back, and winter decided to kick in almost overnight. As if I have something to prove, I’ve been biking to work anyway. Today the wind was strong enough to bend a construction sign back. Pedalling into it was like I was being held back by a taught rubber cord. It kept buffeting me to the side. I pedalled harder. I made the bad decision to seemingly get caught behind every single red light, so a slow trip took even longer. Temperatures have dipped below zero, so I look like a fucking dork in my leggings. Practicality over flashiness always. When it gets that cold, wind whips through jeans.
Wait, screw this. I’m bored of that paragraph. I’m gonna move on. I’m the boss, I can do that.
I did DV on a show today hosted by Jack Osbourne. It was fucking stupid. Called Portals of Doom or something. Another in a long line of ghost hunter shows, it was particularly painful to describe. When it comes to doing my job, I understand that having to work on shows that aren’t made for me is part of the equation. I know how my bread is buttered, and that something I won’t seriously complain over. My mild complaint, when it came to this show, was that it was straight up difficult to DV. Not a lot happened. A ton of the show was speculation. They’d be like “did you see that flash of light” or something, but it didn’t always make it to camera. They’d look back at the spot and be all “holy shit that was so spooky”, but their actions weren’t really different to the ones preceding the apparent paranormal activity. Before the action they’d be shining a flashlight at a spot on the wall. Then after the apparent action, they’d shine the torch on the wall again. We’re supposed to be making things engaging, adding imagery for those who have trouble seeing it. But if nothing much is happening, there’s not a lot to describe. I’ve got no interest in shitting on the enthusiasm of anyone watching these shows. Let them have their entertainment. I’m not gonna make sarcastic comments in the DV. Why ruin their experience? But shows like this don’t always have a lot added with DV, and it’s hard to do a good job for the audience. That’s what gets me.
Ugh, I’m run ragged, and it’s my own fault. I just HAD to go out to Late Good (spiritual sequel show to Late Bad, Mark Little and Laura Cilevitz absurdist Late Night show), and it just HAD to start 45 minutes late. Then I just HAD to stay until the end, because I like it THAT much. I dunno, sometimes you just find something that resonates with you. The show has so many moving parts, from the many many late night style jokes from the writer’s row, to the balloon popping prompts. There’s the onstage musical accompaniment, the Truth or Dare drinking game, and the manifold of character sets. It’s a lot, and typically runs overlong. It’s so self indulgent, and I love it to bits. Last night’s show involved the rare treat of hapless folks off the street seeing a late night show on a Friday night. Coupled with Comedy Bar’s 11th birthday, the place was packed. Nearly half the audience walked out over the course of the show. Whether it was a matter of things running too late, or just a not my tempo style attitude, it was funny seeing where peoples’ breaking points were. I already avidly await the return of the show, though hopefully with an audience who’s deeply invested. That JFL42 run was a force to be reckoned with.
Turns out, the writing’s a lot better with a plan.