I’m Sick and Tired of All This White Bullshit

The snow!!  Oops, I meant to post a pic of a snowflake.  Eh, too lazy to change it.  I swear I’m not racist, I’d hate snow if it were any color (except whatever color my skin is).  It’s just that I’m sitting out here in New England, where, historically, olivey-brownish guys like me get held down by the Man… That’s right, Frosty the Snow Man!  I’m begging him to give me the D… The vitamin, but he keeps making it snow to the point where it’s seeping into my ears and brain and now I can’t even focus on writing my revolutionary submission piece for Buzzfeed called “19 Things I Hate About White People, Because 19 Is Where I Ran Out Of Ideas.”  So this post will just have to be about snow. :/ But I pulled some strings and got my own blog to publish it!

Last Tuesday I was supposed to fly into Boston for a week of college shows on the friendly Eastern seaboard, but apparently God (who I hate in any color) had Tuesday set aside for what the Weather Channel called THE MOST HISTORIC BLIZZARD SINCE 2013!  Yes, two years of history!  Just like every relationship I’ve been in, haha!  Ugh, I just got really sad.

So Monday night I finish packing my suitcase full of the snuggliest stuff I have, scarves, warm kittens, etc., and then *buzz* I get the text that my Southwest flight to Boston is cancelled.  Dammit.  Okay, no worries, I booked a contingency flight to Queens!  That’s the beauty of Southwest, you can book as many flights as you want and cancel at any time for a full credit refund.  It’s like they don’t even care you stood them up.  I’ve been doing this for years and have a system to beat the syst– *buzz* Flight to Queens cancelled too.  DAMMIT!  Okay, all good, I still got one to Jersey too! *buzz*  MOTHERF– No wait, that’s just my sister texting me!  She says “Hey Sam, wanna get lunch?  Also, I work for Southwest now and this is a courtesy text letting you know Jersey is cancelled too.  Give up.”  AARGH!

This storm must be the worst ever, and you can’t even call out global warming, because it’s cold, so you just have to say “climate change” which sounds like a pussy-ass PC euphemism.  Like “Global warming?  What are you living in the 50’s?  The climate has the right to go both ways now.  And P.S., women can vote now, you chauvinist pig.”  I call my East Coast friend, Tom, to make sure he’s okay, expecting to hear fierce winds blowing into the phone and shrieking fire alarms (I just assume they use those for snow too), but Tom answers with a cheery “Hey!!  What’s up?”

… What’s up??  Are you alive?  “Eh, it’s not so bad over here, we’re just drinking hot cocoa hehe.”  Hot cocoa??! In a time like this??  During a storm that Fox News calls “LIFE THREATENING.  YOU WILL DIE, ALL OF YOU WILL F@#KING DIE (but don’t worry, climate change is not real).”  Tom, you better save some hot cocoa to splash on your gangrened hands after you’re pounced on by a roving avalanche!  I’m not coming out there, no way.  You can’t trust a storm that forecasters named “Juno,” the pleasant month of June’s evil ethnic twin brother.  Ooh, ethnic storm names, that could be reason #20!

So a day passes, and I’m still sitting half naked in one of California’s hottest summer-winters next to a suitcase of screaming kitties, trying to decide if I should cancel this trip completely and lose a year of eating or fly to the East coast to salvage the rest of my lunch money at shows in Maine, New Hampshire, and upstate New York; a.k.a. the area that the weather updates show with a skull and crossbones over it (but the skull has a cute snow cap). To make things trickier, forecasts say the area could get as much 2 feet of snow to as little as negative 2 feet because the sun could come out and everyone might go swimming in the snowmelt instead.  Damn your freedom of choice, climate change!  I ask my agent if she thinks the colleges will reschedule and she tells me that chances are slim, ranging from 2 feet of Probably Not to a record-setting They’ve Already Forgotten About You.  Oh hell no, I refuse to be forgotten so fast!  It usually takes my exes 2 years hahahaha! Ugh, sad again.

I throw some extra cats into the suitcase and fly to Manchester where I meet my comic buddy Lyall, who’s gonna open for me on this run.  You’d think I’d be using him to help with the 30 hours of driving, but he actually doesn’t have a driver’s license, which just proves that I’m a better person than you thought.  So with me behind the wheel and Lyall as our car’s designated ice-scraper, we embark on a four state Juno tour, occasionally stopping to let the kitties get some cocoa as we frolick in the NY snow (#blizzardboyfriends). But Lyall is black, so no snowball fights for us.  Hey, reason #21!

Don’t get me wrong, I love our law enforcement just as much as I love our founding fathers (about 3/5ths of a full love), but I can see now why the Declaration of Independence was signed in July…  If they’d waited until winter, they would’ve had second thoughts.  “I mean, what’s so bad about dependence anyway??  Could we get that hot tea back out of the harbor??”  *scraping ice from their horses*

Long story still pretty long, God hates me (or the Patriots for the ball deflating fiasco), I hate the snow, climate change is real, and I’m not capable of loving anyone for more than two years.  But who can I blame?  Of course, the only possible suspect, as usual: white people.

Day 861: Long Drives

Since I’ve started comedy I’ve probably driven up and down the 5 between LA and the Bay about 100 times.  I consider this a long drive.  The first 4 hours are not that bad, it’s the last hour where you start to feel it in your neck, your back…your ___, and your crack.  Ya know?

I’ve grown accustomed to sitting in the car a lot, especially since I started this streak.  Learning how to deal with the stresses of driving is one of the most valuable things I’ve gotten out of this.  Because I used to hate driving and being in the car.  Don’t get me wrong I still do, but I am now able to give myself the illusion that I don’t.  I do this by focusing on pretty much everything other than driving.   Sounds dangerous, but it’s really not.  When we drive we are largely in our right brain, because the physicality of driving is automatic…our left brain relaxes and gives room for the right brain to be creative.  The car is a great place to write, as you may have noticed you get some good ideas and epiphanies when driving.  Accordingly, I use this time to write and tag jokes, or think of creative ideas.

The car is also a great place to make business calls, and if you are more experienced and willing to put your life on the line, send emails and texts.  I also read scripts for acting class, and search for random stuff on the internet if I have service.  A good chance to listen to new music on Pandora or Spotify, whatever you use.  A good chance to listen to comedy, either your own, or someone else’s.  A lot of people listen to podcasts, I haven’t gotten there yet, I don’t know if I will.  I kind of get bored easily from listening to conversations, or I zone in and out.

I try to minimize stops to one or at most 2. But when I stop I make sure to stretch and jump around, get the blood flowing…it’ll help make the rest of the drive easier.  It’s amazing how just a few jumping squats and lunges will make you feel like you got a good work out, and how they will make the people in the Best Western parking lot think you are on drugs.

The most important thing I’ve learned, is that when in traffic, or there’s an accident, or things are just moving slow, don’t stress out.  Just act like nothing bad is happening.  After dealing with this crap for over 800 days, that’s kind of just the attitude you take.  Maybe after living in LA too.  Though I’m surprised how many LA natives still act like they’ve never had to go slow before…they start yelling, getting mad, stressing out…don’t do that.  Just act like everything is good.  Maybe that’s a good philosophy for life in general…just act like everything is great.  I’ve got this down in the car so far.  Now just need to take it outside.

Day 855: Jet Lag and how it affects YOU

‘But I’m not even flying anywhere anytime soon.’  Shut up, and read.

 

Here’s a few little known facts about jet lag:

 

1) Flying west to east gives you worse jet lag than flying east to west.  It has to do with the going forward in time.

 

2)  Avoid alcohol and caffeine, as it makes the jet lag worse.

 

3)  Jet lag is the number one health problem affecting terrorists.

 

4)  Exercise and sunlight help, ideally before the flight.

 

5)  Start liking trains if jet lag is a problem.

 

6) People who ride first class don’t experience jet lag, aging, or any kind of suffering in life.

 

7) Telling other people you’re jet lagged makes the jet lag worse, and doesn’t make us think you’re any cooler.

 

8) “I just flew back from __, and boy my arms are tired”  is really talking about jet lag of the arms.

 

9) If you drive somewhere fast enough you can experience a low intensity jet lag.

 

10) If your plane is ever going down, at least be thankful that you’ll be jet lag free!