After all this storming and living without basics
for many, I’m trying to get back to funny.
But I’m not one of those comics who can grab a recent crisis and create
jokes about it. My process is
different. Many shitty things don’t make
it to funny for me. Some do, but it is
after a long time. So you don’t have to
brace yourself for Sandy humor. I’ll leave
that to those more able to work with that.
In terms of Sandy, I was one of the luckier East
Coasters. I went through minor
inconvenience compared to so many. I got
days off from work and hung out at home.
I entertained myself with all kinds of things. Though this is some years old, it still
tickles me. It’s about 3 minutes
long. You’ll laugh, guaranteed.
One of my New Jersey friends who had planned on
voting for Romney changed his mind due to the storm. He shared that he’d be afraid of someone like
Romney in charge during such an event. I
personally hope many NJ folks feel that way.
There are still some undecided voters. Chris Rock wants to speak to those
people. Give him 2½ minutes.
Our Staten Islanders in NYC are quite pissed at
Mayor Bloomberg. They feel they aren’t
even on the map to our mayor, and he’s been the mayor for something like 25
years now. We Bronxites know how that
feels.
I didn’t see him hugging anyone or distributing
blankets or looking very concerned.
Manhattan alone does not a city make.
He probably had received many votes from those Staten Islanders.
My best friend doesn’t live too far away from me, so
we hung out more frequently during the time off. We do a lot of laughing together. In a recent conversation, we named a couple
of people who seem to get annoyed when they hear laughter, real and deep
laughter that one can’t help. One is a
job person who strikes me as uncomfortable when I have people in stitches. Yet he laughs at times and seems to want some
laughter in the atmosphere. My buddy
said, “Yes, appropriate laughter.”
“I know. Like
from the throat out. Heh-heh-heh. That’s ass-kissing bullshit. I like laughter from the butthole, from the
guts, the chest, squirting out with the breast milk. The kind that makes your head jolt forward,
sends tears down your face, and gas out your ass. The kind where you beg your friend to stop
until you get to the bathroom.”
“I know.
There’s nothing like it.”
“So why do you think that kind of thing bothers some
people? It’s not just [so and so] at the
job. There are many people like
that. My mother had a terrific sense of
humor, and some of her sisters I’m sure had a problem with it.”
“Some people are miserable and don’t want to hear
joy since they aren’t having any.”
“I agree, but [so and so] at the job doesn’t seem
like a totally miserable person. I’m
wondering why it bothers someone like him.”
“Mindy, laughter like we’re talking about must seem
out of control to him and people like him, and it makes them
uncomfortable. They live more measured.”
“They may not go through my financial roller
coaster, emotional whirlwinds, and other storms, yet I wouldn’t want to trade
places. I’d miss the capacity for
emotional intimacy, excitement, and fun.
I don’t want to be someone else.
I like when I feel fine being me.”
“That’s enough of a life challenge – feeling fine
being ourselves,” my buddy said, “but it’s so worth it.”
Thanks for the smiles and the videos, Mindy! It's nice to be connected to the real world again! ~Samantha
Needed some levity through all this craziness! The video of you is great. You are such a great actress. Enjoy reading your blog. Judgment day is here. I'm sure you will have another great blog on that! Take Care.
I'm afraid to ask, Samantha, how the Nor'easter affected your living circumstances just after you got power and those luxuries. Thanks for reading and enjoying my blog.
Canada Anne, I really like the photo of you. Thanks for reading and appreciating. Nice to hear from you.