The teachers in my daughters’ old pre-school have a story that they like to tell –
A parent comes into the school and looks at the kids’ paintings hanging around the school.
“Wow,” the parent says, “those are so beautiful! You have so many wonderful artists here!”
“It’s not that they’re all great artists,” the teacher says, “we just know when to tell them to stop.”
Woo! Jesus Christ, that was a long hard slog.
Yes, everything that happened on the Board the past two weeks (and my whining on this blog about it) was an elaborate April Fool’s prank. All of it. Well, most of it. A lot of it, really. No, no, all of it.
At first, it was supposed to be a very quick 2-3 day thing, but given the ADD nature of comics, it quickly accelerated to an almost three week long tactical cyber-assault. Throw in a mid-prank plot that almost blew up on several occasions, and it’s no wonder that I’m glad the whole fucking thing is over with.
I’m not a pre-school teacher and I’m not an alpha-dog, so putting the brakes on runaway trains is not my forte. Very few people can control organic growth. Even controled growth winds up going places you didn’t expect. This was no different. The Bonnie Incident, while it turned out well in the end, was more trouble than it was worth.
We’ll see what the reaction is in the next few days. I’m not sure how I’d react if I was on the other side of it. The old saw holds true – Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people. Honestly, it went a little past what I think is funny. There came a point where I felt like I was in the Milgram Electrical Shock experiment where strangers gave each other almost fatal doses of electricity just because someone told them to. I don’t want to shirk my responsibilty, though. I participtated fully, if sometimes reluctantly. I could have said no at any time. Part of this was non-alpha dog and part of it was that some of it was pretty fucking funny.
There’s nothing like watching comics ripping each other apart to evoke merry laughter, especially when you know that it’s all part of the game. Specifically, comics ripping themselves apart. I’m not sure about the rest of the populace, but comics (and actor’s to a certain extent) live inside their own heads so much that they can easily internalize every horrible perception of themselves and drag out for everyone to see.
One of my aliases said about me
Hbee is sad because there’s no more cock in the Cambridge Comedy scene to suck
Another comic took a verbal razor to himself tying his alcohol consumption to the fact that he hasn’t written anything new lately.
When I did comedy in Rochester, NY twenty-odd years ago, my roomates and I decided to do a video project about my standup. The premise was that I’d comitted suicide because I was such a self-hating comic. And yes, it was pretty fucking funny. I wish I had the script, but I probably used it to roll joints one night.
Either way, if you got roped in I apologize for my part of it. This, in the eyes of some people, makes me a pussy, but part of the joke is freely admitting that it was a joke and offering a sincere apology. Otherwise, it’s not a really a joke.
And, yes, I’m still one of the admins.
PS – Hm. I wonder why my readership spiked?