You Used to be Funny

“Whatever happened to you? You used to be so funny!”

I still hear it. There was a time when I got it a lot. And I admit, the first few times I heard it, it really stung. Because, yeah, you don’t need to tell me. I know. I used to be funny. In my own very teeny corner of the blogisphere.

I tried, anyway. I did a lot of silly, sometimes irreverent things for laughs. Anything for a laugh. That was me. I love making people laugh. I wrote about most anything and everything. Until that well dried up. At one point, I was putting out a post every day, and creating that much content can be draining. Particularly if you’re like me and have trouble focusing. Hi, ADHD!

So I got burned out and stopped writing completely because there’s nothing worse than FORCED comedy. (Except maybe for succotash because that’s just forcing lima beans into your perfectly good corn. And everyone knows lima beans are the only food in Hell.) So the weeks quickly turned into months and that turned into years and that blog got hacked and I had it all shut down. Everything was destroyed. All of it. Every post, thousands of them. Gone. Because I’m an idiot and didn’t back that shit up.

But as to the original point, whatever happened to the funny me? Friends on social media – those of them that I don’t see locally, anyhow – see me now as this politically-charged individual, always ranting about the current administration. And that IS part of who I am because HAVE YOU SEEN who is in charge of the nuclear football right now? But politics was always part of who I was before, that’s what people don’t seem to get. I just didn’t present that side to you because I was trying to make you laugh by eating Vienna sausages with my toes and destroying my rotator cuffs by skating with roller derby girls.

I was once fond of saying, “Everything on my blog is true. But not everything that is true is in my blog.” That goes for each of us engaging on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. You only see of me what I WANT you to see. Like right now, you can’t see that I’m writing this in my underwear. I’m not always whining and bitching about Trump. I do other things. I go out and laugh and make jokes with friends, even conservatives who love Trump. We just agree to keep politics off the table. You kind of have to when you’re a snowflake living in cow country.

This is all to say the funny is still here. Somewhere. I’m just done trying to parse it all out.

What it comes down to, I suppose, is this. I don’t know what the hell this space is going to be. If you’re looking for a rebirth of that old blog which was fun-fun-fun all the time, you’re probably going to be disappointed. That tryptophan has left the building, you dig?

Still, I am feeling a stir of creativity again. And that hasn’t happened for a while.

8 thoughts on “You Used to be Funny

  1. Dude. #1, you ARE funny, and #2, be you. That’s what we need, just you. Not anyone else’s expectations of you. Welcome back!

  2. “…that blog got hacked and I had it all shut down. Everything was destroyed. All of it. Every post, thousands of them. Gone. Because I’m an idiot and didn’t back that shit up.”
    That’s exactly what happened to And I miss the early days of it, before I was trying to be relevant–and monetizable. When I get the urge to do a blog post, I mostly talk myself out of it. Because–who’s really listening anyway….

    1. I never went the monetization route, not that I didn’t try a couple of times. I don’t think the old blog was nichey enough. I miss the early days, too, where it was more about the community aspect. As for who is listening, I guess I’ll find out. I am using a feedreader again, which is something I haven’t said in perhaps a decade.

  3. Funny Karl. the one I hung out with at two blogger events (a TequilaCon in Santa Fe and allowing two penguins to hang out with the crew from the Enterprise). The more recent funny who posts funny shit on FB, which I see in the rare times I actually get on FB.

    Welcome back to the blogosphere.

    1. Thank you, sir. I figured I ought to find a place where Facebook can’t throw me in jail.

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