My friend Bryan and I have a thing about people in our lives who are, as Bryan puts it, just fillers. I call them extras, people who don’t matter but they have to be there to give our lives the feeling of “real life.” We also have an ongoing joke that one day I will finally snap and fall into my natural role of a serial killer. So yesterday I said if I do snap this one person is going to be first on my list. Bryan was surprised and asked me why him. I told him it’s because he is an extra who doesn’t realize he is an extra because he is always being loud and stupid. I can not handle people who are loud and obnoxious to get attention. I related it to trying to film a movie and you have a scene on the streets and one of the extras, who are supposed to be walking in the background and blending in to add to the feeling of it being real, is looking directly into the camera and waving his arms around above his head all wild like. Clearly trying to raise above his station and steal the scene and all it does is get him fired. The moral is if you are uninteresting please accept you are filler or “extras” for the rest of us and do not try and get in on the action, or I will murder you.
Smoking My Friends Down to the Filter
I travel a lot. I write sketches, do improv, stand up comedy, and just artsy stuff in general. I toured with a pop band and it was the worst thing ever. Did some short films that you will never see. I get asked to punch up other peoples work a lot. The credit for the title of this blog belongs to Tom Waits. If you got to this site by clicking on a link to a specific post you can go back to the main blog page by clicking on the "Smoking My Friends Down to the Filter" text at the top. Check out my tweets below and follow me there. Now read on you crazy diamond!
