So I purchased my third comedy (i.e., joke-jotting, premise-gathering) notebook yesterday.
Yes, I’m bragging, but the joke’s on me because I fill them all up with such nonsensical, indecipherable burbling babble that even incredibly intelligent aliens 5000 years from now will wipe their butts with the pages. Because everybody poops*!
*I don’t actually think aliens poop.
The point is I decorated my comedy notebook myself to add a personal touch, and ended up making the most pretentious cover ever.
But then I put this on the back, just so people know I’m modestly self-aware.
And finally I put this note on the inside as a reminder to myself that art is entirely subjective. That is to say, one person’s life labor is another person’s dismissive hipster review.
The weekend means back-to-back episodes of Jurassic Fight Club! I don’t know how, but I’ll make it happen! *Twirl*