Is it loony in here, or is it just me?

October 3, 2006

I’m just in from walking the dog. And the yard is laughing hysterically at me.

While it is flattering to get such a positive response from the sort of B grade stories I tell while walking the dog, it’s kind of unusual.

Usually, I tell a joke?

Crickets.
If you write comedy, living in the country can be hard on the ego.

Tonight?

A loon.

I’m printing out one of my unsold contemporary comedies to go read aloud to the corn field.