Yeah, I started doing stand-up comedy in March 2007. Got a lot of weird reactions.

• Most people think it takes guts, but I think it takes guts to leave the house every morning. I’d rather be onstage and not get a laugh for every single joke than be anonymous… I just have too much to say
• A bunch of people thought I was the last person to be a comedian. Either too quiet, or too serious, or they’d just never seen my funny side.

And it’s weird as a Christian, because I think most people either think clean comedy isn’t funny, or they don’t know it exists. I admit not everything I said in the beginning was clean- I saw how easy it was to get a laugh by being unholy. But my conscience brought me back to clean comedy.

Humor is honest, and sometimes sarcastic, and I’m not sure that’s the kind of speech the Bible tells us to use- I think there’s a verse about not engaging in silly talk… lol- so I haven’t got that all figured out yet. But I have to say, my feeling about my fellow Christians in general is that we’re not really honest with each other. It’s hard to be, I suppose, when we try to be holy and don’t want to encourage any sinful thinking in one another. But I think the honesty that’s funny can be liberating and then allow us to deal with who we really are, what our thinking really is. If we avoid the honesty step, we’re all hiding. That’s just my opinion. You can keep all your sin to yourself and pray about it, I suppose, but I prefer honest fellowship.

Anyhow, here are a couple new ideas for jokes/routines I had in the last 24 hours:

I work and live inside. I’m outside for probably 15 minutes a day.

At work, I get weather updates on my computer, which is important, cuz then I know exactly what weather I am not experiencing, and exactly what weather I will not be experiencing tomorrow. But, they’re often wrong about what weather is coming tomorrow- and I get pretty agitated when I’m not experiencing the weather they said I should not be experiencing. In fact I usually end up going outside and experiencing it indignantly… I guess if God wants me to get out more, He’ll have to keep the meteorologists from getting any better at their jobs.

Yeah, weather jokes, they’re hilarious. Here’s one about Hell:

There are a whole bunch of dumb phrases people say- here’s one: “well, it could be worse.”

Um, isn’t that always true?

Even if something horrible happened like you drove your car off the bridge and broke your back, your friend in the other car seat could say, “well it could be worse.”

How could it be worse? you’d ask, incredulous.

“Well, you could have a hatchet stuck in your forehead.”

Yeah, you’re right, that would be worse.

Your whole family could be in a plane crash and your helpful friend would say, “well, it could be worse.”

My whole family’s dead! How could it be worse?

“Well, they could all have hatchets in their foreheads. And then it would be closed casket.”

They died in a plane crash. It’s already going to be closed casket.

“Oh yeah. Well, you could find out that the whole plane except for your family was filled with people who had AIDS, and after the crash before they died, everyone’s blood mixed and your whole family got AIDS.”

…ok, yeah that would be worse… Man you’re messed up. Why are we friends?

If you had a friend like that, it would pretty much always be worse-able. Unless you were dead and in Hell. You could complain about Hell all you wanted and if he said “well it could be worse,” you’d be like,

Dude, we’re in Hell- how could it get any worse?

And he’d be like, “yeah, I guess you’re right- it can’t get any worse than this. Hell is the worst. By definition.” And he’d look forlorn.
For him, not being able to say it could be worse would be the worst – that would be Hell for him. You might get some temporary satisfaction out of that, considering he said your family had AIDS, but Hell is eternal and ultimately you’d be sad your friend wasn’t able to fulfill his ability to think of something worse- you always loved that about him, and that now that’s gone- that’s Hell for both of you.

Ok, so there’s no punchline at the end, but I think there are some laughs in the middle. And no, I don’t know what the point is- yet.