I love thinking about why we laugh at certain things. I’m not sure where my perverse fascination with giggles vs. gasps came from exactly, but I found the actual words to talk about it after reading excerpts from John Wright’s Why Is That So Funny?: A Practical Exploration of Physical Comedy.
In the book, he talks about various “types” of laughter:
In the introduction of the book, he discusses laughter as a kind of social contract. Something unexpected happens (or is uttered), and the laughter is a signal…
I have this habit where I will wake up in the middle of the night with piece of brilliant writing that I HAVE to jot down before I forget in the morning.
And then I wake up to a Notes app full of these.
I generally have zero idea what precipitated these lines, or what I was intending to do with them. But they’re there, by George, they’re there! And I don’t have the heart to delete them, out of deference to midnight Gab and her eccentricities. (If I don’t believe in her, then who will?)
For me, a day…
If someone gives you a destination they’d like to go, all you have to do is use a GPS; it’s gonna tell you the turns, the twists, the speed limit, and everything you need to get to where you’re going. You might already know how to drive a car, but that doesn’t mean you KNOW how to get to every destination on earth.
So if I tell you I’d like to go to Walmart; and you follow the directions to Target and say “well in the past I’ve always gone to Target and people have liked that,” then I’m going…
my nose is so flat
it could be worse, it’s not obscenely wide
but it’s not a button
it’s not cute and bell-shaped
my hair is so dark
my hips are so wide
my thighs are so
there are days I feel beautiful
there are many days i do not
when i look in a room and wonder at
my beautiful friends
gorgeous blue eyes
sheets of blonde that cascade
over slender shoulders
even on the days i feel beautiful
words like silken, straight, blue, blonde
are not ones i would use
“Me? A princess…shut UP.”
— Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, The Princess Diaries (2003)
I had an acting professor in college who, at least once, every time we worked on song technique, would remind us in a commanding cry:
“You have to ask yourself…WHY are you DISTURBING the SILENCE of the UNIVERSE with WHATEVER it is you’re SAYING!”
Brown corduroy arms would shake with significance and someone would start from the top singing Seussical again. …