What I’ve Been Up To

I’ve been doing a not-so-consistent job of keeping up with my blog lately, but that’s because I’ve been spending most of my free time playing music with Punk Mentor!

This is us, covering Woodie Guthrie’s ‘Ain’t Got No Home Anymore’ featuring him knowing what’s going on, and me pretending I know the lyrics. 😉


A Typo and a Joke

I went out to the comedy room that my housemate runs, which is usually pretty fun. There’s a really awesome “mystery spot” program, so there are always a lot of comedians there, hoping for a spot. It’s really great because you get to see a lot of different styles in one night.

This night was particularly awesome for being a really wide range of humour. Everybody was really funny and there was definitely something for everyone.

Also, I got called up for a mystery spot! So, that was pretty fun. It was one of my first times doing stand-up in front of a crowd that wasn’t entirely/almost entirely comedians. My name also got misspelled in a bit of an unfortunate way, but it all turned out alright.

It definitely didn’t suck. I’m not totally awesome at stand-up yet. There’s definitely an art to it that I need a lot more practice with, but I’m not, like, noticeably terrible, and that’s really enough for me right now. I’ll get better with time. Until then, I’m solidly mediocre.

I’ve always been good with solidly mediocre.

Eat Children!


I was in another comedic debate, this one on the topic of eating children. (Yum! So tasty!)

It was a close battle, with good points being made on both sides.

The main points for not eating children is that they’re small, so you don’t get very much return for your effort, and also that children are very expensive to maintain, so eating them isn’t a very good financial plan.

The points for eating children is mostly that they’d be delicious, they’re readily available, and that it would be good for the environment.

It ended up pretty much being a tie, that may or may not have been influenced by the wide variety of child-shaped sweets passed out to the audience. Gingerbread babies, sour-patch kids, and of course jelly babies were all available.

It was delicious.

Third Time Charming

Last night was my third attempt at being funny on a stage here in Melbourne, and I think it went reasonably well. (I am by no means experienced at this whole thing, and so there are times where it goes well, and that’s good, because I’m learning what works, and there are nights where it goes less well, and that’s also good, because I’m learning what doesn’t work so well, but those nights are also a little bit less awesome. Which, y’know. Is probably true of many things. “The days when I know what I’m doing are better than the days I don’t know what I’m doing. In front of an audience. Yay!”)

It’s really great though, because everyone is really supportive, and they’ve all been there, and it’s a really lovely community.

The best part though is that I live in a house that’s the after-party house.

I LOVE being the after-party house.

There’s just something really beautiful about waking up in the morning, and having to be quiet because there’s someone asleep on every couch in the living room.

In my head, I imagine that it’s kind of like…very primal. It’s just people coming together, sharing shelter, building community.

It’s like when you’re seven, and you’re hanging out with your best friend, and you just…don’t ever want to go home. So, even though you’ve spent all day with the person, you’re still begging to sleep over.

We don’t ever have to grow up. (We just have to do more paperwork and pay bills.)