rubinville

Okay, this is my second posting here. Again, I'm not sure what I wanna write about but it's Sunday afternoon and it's raining outside and the Knicks are losing to the Timberwolves 46-21, so if you have a better idea, I'd like to hear it. I'm flipping the channels now and there just ain't much on TV. My mom just called to ask me how to save a file on a floppy disc. I tried to explain to her that nobody really uses discs anymore and that you can e-mail a document but she really wants to put some file on a disc. She said that she has to give the disc with the file on it to Eric. Who is Eric, and what is this file? I didn't ask either question because I've learned that the less that I ask, the less chance that I'll find out more pointless information.

I'm very broke these days. Now I know you are thinking, "But Dave, I've seen you perform at such wonderful comedy clubs as Gladys', how could you be broke?" Well, and I'm going out on a limb by saying this in public, but comics don't get paid well in NYC. We all bitch and moan about it to each other but then we keep telling you people how wonderful being a comic is. I see that happen all the time. So there you go, we're all broke, and we're all slightly annoyed about it. And by slightly, I mean extremely.

Time for something funny now. Hmm. Did you see that Mr. Rogers died the other day? So sad. That was the same day that they lowered the terror level down to yellow again. Coincidence? I think not. (Insert laughter here).

I'm starving, time for Subway. Struggling comic, remember?