No Matter Where You Go, There You Are.

       I found my dream on June 3rd to be delightfully weird: Dream Me gets to do some kissing, but with a gross element. Enjoy.

           I reference such a variety of TV and movies here, guys, but the point is to kindly try to relate to a few and contrast myself against them. If you'd like to share your list or your comparison to a favorite character, please feel free to reach out.

          My dream on September 30th, 2018 was weird and amusing to write down a few minutes later, because it had me watching as my ex, Tom, rode by down the street on a unicycle ! And his hair... Oh, that hair.

  I need laughter & find the craft of comedy to be fascinating, can not get enough. So here's a disorganized list of talented, funny people I seek out online when I get an itch on my funny bone. Dave Attell. -  He's so talented, man. He's one of the comics I  love . 2014 DVD Road Work ,   Hey, Your Mouth's Not Pregnant   and the special that made me a fan of his, a Comedy Central show .  Jim Gaffigan. - Gaffigan on Comedy Showcase, making me a fan for life. Mr. Universe , Jim Gaffigan Show .   

I skipped to the end of a book once. Are you upset with me?

So I looked up my first name in the image s ection of a search engine, thinking  that since, in the past, I found cute-s y graphics reminding me of the laughable fact that my first name is derived from a Gaelic term for "wise one". I was inspired by an older post by  the Bloggess (to which I've left a link below) about her adventures looking up the names "Jenny"  and  her blog name, so I thought  maybe this time I'd get a fun screen grab or two with the name 'Shannon' on it, like a s till of Jason in his hockey mask, weapon read y, sa ying, "Wha tayou mean,  you're ou t of peas?" or something,  but no. No. I got the smiling faces of a bunch of professional-looking pretty strangers,including some insanely ripped, skinny women, one wearing two gold medals, and one of these:   This treasure is from David  Thorne, much to my relief af ter clicking on it and seeing the words " Shannon the Human Snake.   www.27bslash6.com  -  Due ...

  -                 I already had a dumb stereotype-riddled bias against the idea of my living in a  small town and this show perpetuated all of them.   So thanks for that, Dr. Hart. -        Many of the jokes are cliché and are inserted into dialogue in such a way that it makes the whole episode script into the softest game of softball imaginable. Part of comedy is surprising your audience a bit, striking the part of the brain that goes, ‘Oh! That was clever, how great!’ and triggers a laugh. If a writer makes humor a very low priority in favor of playing to the basic wants of teenage girls via shirtless guys confessing their feelings to the uninteresting fish-out-of-water protagonist, then the jokes, the characterization, and even the kisses become cotton balls and cosmetic sponges instead of moments fans can cheer about.

  1.     Carefully, and with quiet, plodding steps…assuming that a person can plod quietly. 2.   Use a horrific impression of the Lone Ranger. 3.    You might draw a twelve-month calendar of seahorses by hand, at which that author you love might look back as he hurries away from you. 4.   Stuff your gullet with white chocolate baking chips. 5.    Read some Hemingway. 6.   Check out Rachel Cohn. 7.    Fall in love with the quality of a celebrity profile they once wrote and save their website to your browser’s favorites under the heading, “…got drunk and flirted with Chris Evans, a.k.a. My Heroine ”

Marry: I would want to get hitched to Mac! Could I still do that? Imagine the weird, weird ceremony with Mac in a leather jacket, Charlie as a groomsman and Dennis secretly acting as best man, which would make for a bachelor party that would last for two or three days and be all kinds of illegal. Mac would show up at the venue for our wedding, brushing dust from his jeans, playing with a cowlick, saying, “Don’t ask…Do you have any food?”

                           From the Vaults of My Old Blog:        T he room that Arthur has agreed to meet in is bordering on colonial opulence, as if it is the dream bedroom in a manic American Girl doll catalog. It is the only red and white themed room at the Potter Grace Bed and Breakfast, and it is the only room booked for a single occupant listed as Westley Familiaris. By the window in the corner, at the foot of an armchair, sits Arthur, dressed in white, breathing deeply, appearing so comfortable that it's almost zen-like. Outside, it's warm for a February afternoon in this part of the country, with fat blocks of yellow sunlight streaming through windows. Shannon is sitting on the bed at the other side of the room, running her fingers over stitches in the comforter.