Sunday, October 31, 2010

Oh the possibilities

I've never fancied myself particularly creative, except as a storyteller. There's a particular joy in weaving together the perfect words, a mischievous smile, and just the right amount of drama to solicit laughter, or even tears, from others.

My favorite thing to talk about, of course, is me. But then there are the tales I make up, mostly just to kill time.

Take the couple sitting across from me at the airport right now. It's worthy of note that we're awaiting a flight that should have left around lunch time. She's visibly annoyed, but the steps he's taking to console her just seem a little too much.

Maybe she's pregnant and so he's extra concerned for her temperament. Or maybe he was recently busted being unfaithful, so he's digging out. Or maybe, and I think this is my favorite possibility, she's just a bitch. One with doting parents who taught her she could do no wrong. She took ballet as a child and pretended to love it, all the while despising every tu-tu and plie.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Kathy Griffin

Not too shabby on the book, Kath. Do you mind if I call you that? No? Great.

Here's my favorite part: It sounded like you. As in, you were narrating a book on tape just for me. Well done. I could have done without...well...pretty much all of it that wasn't the backstage world of a comedienne. I understand your brother did some really fucked up things, but I gotta tell a, I turn to you for pee-my-pants laughs. And that part, along with the exchange between you and Woz, really brought me down.

Here's a comprehensive list of things I loved:

1) The parts where you were hilarious and failing and relentless all at the same time.
2) Your moms particular breed of crazy.
3) That banter you've got going with Oprah.
4) How damn crazy the Groundlings were/are. What's a girl gotta do to get in?
5) The stuff about your husband, while not particularly funny, was ok with me because...not sure why. Maybe I am some kind of secret man hater.

Final vote: Better than the housewives books, but not quite Chelsea Handler. Get more raunchy next time?