Stay In Your Lane!

Have you ever been driving on 495 or I-95 and some nim-wit, (that's not a curse-word is it?), veers too close in your lane? What was your first reaction? Uh, wait, don't say it; on second thought, let's just leave that to my sanctified imagination, okay? LOL!

We were at an out-of-state comedy engagement and this very thing happened to me. It wasn't on the highway, but I experienced the same feeling. I was booked to emcee a community event and do stand-up comedy. One of the people on the program was booked to do something completely different. Next thing I know, they start telling jokes! I'm thinking, (head-on collision coming, three o-clock!) I wanted to say, what in the love of our Savior are you doing? That's my job. STAY IN YOUR LANE!

If you want to do comedy, then take all the steps that I did, go to school, graduate, cut your teeth at a few open mics, maybe find an agent like I did, and do it legally, don't cut me off when I'm in my season and in the lane God called me to!! (I think I'm beginning to get road rage on the King's Highway so I better logoff now. I'm out. God bless, later, Cinnamon.

Where's the Beef?

That commercial during the 80's was so funny. A tiny, shriveled up old lady goes to a burger joint, orders a hamburger that looked twice as big as her, lifts the top bun off and there's a sausage-sized burger on the roll. WHERE'S THE BEEF? This is the question that I would like to ask some of my fellow comedians in the industry.

Profanity, bathroom jokes, jokes about bodily functions, raunchiness, insulting other human beings --- to me, these are not funny. I challenge you: Write and rehearse a 15-minute set with none of the above in it. Now that would be beefy. I don't know; maybe I'm old-fashioned, but, if people are going to pay good recession money to come and see us perform; they should go home with something that sticks to their ribs!!!

Here endeth my beef about the beef.

Amen.