rubinville

Not much going on in my brain at the moment. Maybe if I focus on this picture of the brain something will pop, let's see...

Nothing yet...

Nothing...

Nope, still nothing...

Nadda...

Oh, here's something...

No, was a false alarm...

Hmm...

C'mon Dave...

Ummmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, there's gotta be soemthing this brain...

Wow, this is disturbing...

I think it's cuz I had a rough show last night...

Wait, that's something, talk about that...

Good thinking...

Well do it then...

Okay, here we go...

So, ya, I had a rough show last night. It was my first rough one after a nice run that I've been on lately. I don't like to make excuses (though I will), but I got a really poor intro and then the mic-stand broke literally the moment I touched it. Normally I weave that into something really funny, but for some reason I stood there holding the mic-stand in one hand and the mic in the other, it felt more like a weapon than a comedic prop. The set finished up better than it started but it was nothing to write home about. Fortunately, as the tech savvy person I am, I generally e-mail home instead of writing.

The point of all this is, that the beauty of comedy is everytime you think you've got it, you suddenly lose it, only to get it back again. I supposed it's like the Honky Tonk Man's quest for the WWF Intercontinental belt in that way.

I saw an old friend the other day who told me that he thinks "industry people" are becoming aware of Rubinville. As I say to everyone who talks about the industry, "What industry? The steel industry?"

Anyway, if you're reading this and you're from the industry, I can melt metal and make it into a horseshoe like nobody's business.

Well, maybe the horse's business, but nobody else's.

Did I use the apostrophe correctly in "else's" there. I'm not sure and it's making my brain hurt to think about. I feel an ache in my basal ganglia as I write this.

Okay, gotta prepare for my show tonight. Tonight's theme, "Not cracking under the pressure of a busted mic-stand..."