Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.
Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.
Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right - I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about? Nothing. No game.
I used to think the do-rag plus ball cap look was fussy and overdone. Seeing Ghostface with plastic on his couch solves the missing context for me.
Carry on, Ghos’.
What’s more likely for a comedian: becoming a better writer or becoming a better performer?
As a new comedian who consistently hears “great writing” - to the exclusion of all other types of compliments - I hope it’s the latter.
I think compliments of any element of your set are to be embraced as recognition that you’re “funny” - which is truly the only prerequiste for stand-up comedy. One can learn joke structure just as one can learn performance technique to improve the writing and the telling of a joke, respectively. But can we learn “what’s funny” about life? I don’t think we can.
Just when I thought was out… fucking HBO.
