If you’re honest with yourself, you find that you have the dumbest things to say when the pressure is truly on. You think of the right thing immediately following the misprounounced name/idiotic idea passing the threshold of your lips.
We’d all like to have the opportunity to go back and shoot that scene again. This Seinfeld blooper reel is hysterical. Most of our lives are negatively impacted when we do the same thing – unless we can laugh at the mistakes like the cast does in this video.
Perhaps the lack of self-deprecation is what I notice most in my world. I’m pretty hard on myself. My mom says I should quit it (Hi, Mom!) and give myself credit for what I do. I take the opposite view of the thing: I’m not doing all that much and my flaws and foibles are way more fun to bash on than the good stuff is to trot out and praise.
I know, deep in my heart, that I try to do the right thing most of the time. There are exceptions, but so far the people at Sam’s club haven’t caught me letting out blood-curdling screams in empty aisles. (The key is to make sure your face is not pointed at the camera. Then, when the staff comes running, look around like you wonder who that was as well.) The screw ups are sometimes so awesome that I must catalog them for your enjoyment.
The past few weeks have not lent themselves to lampooning. I’ve been working on some soul-recovery issues. My life is good, please don’t misunderstand. However, it’s been a tough past couple of months in some ways and I needed to hit the road, see America, and hang out with my fellow lunatics. Sober moments in some ways, very light in others. But not much of it will see the light of this blog.
I’m working on laughing at the flubbed lines. It’s actually way easier than it looks on paper. You just have to back away from the ledge and take a good look in the mirror. This blog is often that mirror.
In the next few weeks we’ll get some more flash fiction up on this puppy. Some more movie reviews (don’t worry, none of the flicks will have been in a theater for at least 20 years. You can Netflix them right away) and some more book reviews/author interviews. I will work very hard to get away from the chick-books – probably won’t succeed. Dang, but those women can write. And, best of all, most are friends of mine and tolerate my nonsensical questions.
Thanks for sticking with this train wreck for the last four years.