Pluralized escapades...
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*Tuxedo clad Llowyn runs on stage. Slicked hair, microphone, rose in lapel. A twelve piece jazz band is playing introduction music. The vibes are flowing tonight: Llowyn Ball. Everyone wants to catch his act. A packed house. *
Good evening ladies and joims! I'm sorry I'm late but my watch stopped. Well, it had to: it was running fast all week! *waits a moment for applause, none is forthcoming* Huh, don't like that one, huh? Must be a Swiss watchman's convention tonight... *still nothing*
I'm dyin' up here, folks! Gimme a break! Well, there once was a woman from Nantucket... who met some cool guys No. Wait, I can't tell that one, the fed's would be all over me like ants at the jam factory's corporate picnic! *still nothing* Ah, come on you guys, lighten up a little! What's goin' on? You think you got problems?
Well, I'll tell you, *I* got problems buddy. Take my wife... please! *total silence* Ah, I see you already did! *STILL nothing. He begins to get flustered, looks around to cue the band for "It Don't Mean a Thing if You Ain't Got That Swing". The band is gone.*
*alone, on stage, wearing a tuxedo*
Folks, I'll level with ya. I'm not the radio, I'm live.
*looks out over an empty house*
*cues himself*
"It don't mean a thing, if you ain't got that swing..."
*blackout*
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*Tuxedo clad Llowyn runs on stage. Slicked hair, microphone, rose in lapel. A twelve piece jazz band is playing introduction music. The vibes are flowing tonight: Llowyn Ball. Everyone wants to catch his act. A packed house. *
Good evening ladies and joims! I'm sorry I'm late but my watch stopped. Well, it had to: it was running fast all week! *waits a moment for applause, none is forthcoming* Huh, don't like that one, huh? Must be a Swiss watchman's convention tonight... *still nothing*
I'm dyin' up here, folks! Gimme a break! Well, there once was a woman from Nantucket... who met some cool guys No. Wait, I can't tell that one, the fed's would be all over me like ants at the jam factory's corporate picnic! *still nothing* Ah, come on you guys, lighten up a little! What's goin' on? You think you got problems?
Well, I'll tell you, *I* got problems buddy. Take my wife... please! *total silence* Ah, I see you already did! *STILL nothing. He begins to get flustered, looks around to cue the band for "It Don't Mean a Thing if You Ain't Got That Swing". The band is gone.*
*alone, on stage, wearing a tuxedo*
Folks, I'll level with ya. I'm not the radio, I'm live.
*looks out over an empty house*
*cues himself*
"It don't mean a thing, if you ain't got that swing..."
*blackout*
posted by Kahloke | 11:39 PM
6 Comments:
I'm curious to see if people find this funny or not.
*edit* , and whether or not they think it's supposed to be funny.
Comedy is desperation minus reality. Ergo, desperation plus reality isn't comedy, though it may be comedy in addition to something more. That's what it all depends on. I thought it was funny, but whether or not it's supposed to be is an opaque mystery to me. Hence, no lols from me, but it was funny.
I dont know if it was meant to be funny, really. I just thought it was sad. Goofy, yes. Excellent, yes. And sad.
I still don't understand it, but I don't find it amusing. It seems bitter and mocking.
You're always too hard on yourself, you know that?
-Isabelle
I agree with Isabelle-Anonymous (I just forgot to spell "anonymous"--TWICE!) now that's sad.
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