Hey Lucy

Ok, you might not find this funny AT ALL, but I think it’s tragic and hilarious.

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This was floating around Facebook tonight, and some of the comments ranged from “This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen” to “sorry, I understand sarcastic humour where something is sooo bad it’s funny, but really… this is JUST SHIT! There’s nothing funny or ironic about it whatsoever. Seriously… it’s bad, off the charts.”

Humor is subjective. Not everyone’s going to like everything.

All I can argue is why I find it so funny, and make a little comment about comedy in general.

Now, mind you, I don’t have a degree from Humber or anything, so I’m no expert, I’m just going on my experience and my instinct here… I also can’t sleep.

Some humor is grounded wordplay, gags and surprises. It engages your mind.

Some humor is grounded in empathy. It engages your heart and your gut.

The best is usually a combination of the two.

This video, for me, plays to my feelings of empathy and the awesome tragedy of humanity.

The guy who made this is clearly in love with this Lucy person, and has gone to such an extreme to try and express his love, but he’s failed so miserably. It’s an awful video (albeit somewhat catchy. I can’t seem to stop playing it) but he’s obviously put some effort into it. It must have taken him some real thought and time. He didn’t know he’d come off as some kind of stalker. I’m pretty sure that was far from his intent. Now, I can only speak for myself, but I’ve been in this guy’s position. I’ve never gone so far as to make a music video declaring my unrequited love, but I’ve felt this guy’s pain.

I know where he’s coming from.

For example: A show like The Office was a cringe inducing, awkward comedy. But at the end of the day, David Brent was a good guy, with a good heart, he just couldn’t express himself. He tried too hard. He just wanted to be accepted, loved and validated. But all his attempts at getting any of that ended up making him look like a fool and a jerk. But you rooted for him. You wanted him to be accepted in the end. Maybe you didn’t, but I genuinely believe that deep down, that was the point. That was his subtext.

I think a good comedy engages the audience, it gives you someone to identify with and root for. But they must always fail. Until the end… Except in the darker comedies, where the hero fails even when you think they’re going to win.

I could cite a few examples of comedies that didn’t engage me, but certainly engaged a lot of people. I mean, I think that ultimately, you try to be true to yourself, and write from the heart. But not everyone is going to like it. Again, it’s all subjective. If you’re lucky, and intuitive, you’ll engage enough people. But if you try to force it, you’ll fail. I hear the word “heart” being thrown around a lot these days in terms of what the networks are looking for… But I don’t think some people really understand what that means. To me, this has heart.

So… Back to the video. I also imagine poor Lucy on the receiving end, and what her reaction must have been. Horror? Shock? Embarrassment?

Since it’s leaked onto the internet, I’m guessing she wasn’t swept of her feet, and I imagine she thought it was hilarious and posted it only to humiliate the guy. So in the end, he doesn’t really deserve her. That’s me justifying shit so I don’t feel so bad about laughing at someone’s misfortune (I’m also trying to find some way of making the guy a hero). But there you go…

I mean, if it was a friend of mine, I probably wouldn’t laugh at it. I don’t know what that says… That’s a whole other issue.



Change is inevetable

Alright, I admit, that’s a somewhat melodramatic subject title. Sue me.

But it’s been a while since I posted, and a lot has happened. In fact, the reason I haven’t posted is because a lot has happened.

(If you want to ignore the whining and complaining, “Oh why me-isms”, skip the next couple paragraphs.)


Nothing terribly exciting – just the normal bullshit that everyone has to contend with at some point or another. Without getting into specifics, I will say that because I have a lot of time to myself, I have the luxury of analyzing everything to death, making my hardships feel, to me, that much more unbearable than anything any other person has ever had to endure. The economic collapse, the daily carnage brought on by a multitude of wars, famine, plagues – all pale by comparison to the heartbreak of a 33-year-old man-child who is forced to face another one of his fuckups in a long list of fuckups.

And Friday, I moved… again. Which is ultimately a positive thing. Living in the Distillery was sucking my soul… But moving is at the top of my list of stressful experiences. (Yeah, yeah, it’s at the top of everyone’s list, but I suffer more because I’m fragile and extremely neurotic, so… boo.) During the move on Friday, I misplaced my glasses, so it’s been four very long, blurry days – and I haven’t unpacked much, partially because there’s this underlying fear that I’ll be moving again (I haven’t lived in one place for more than a year in over 6 years – is it me? It’s hard to believe that it’s just circumstantial – again, more over-analysis.) and partially because I can’t really see anything without my glasses: I “guess” that “thing” looks ok “there”.

There’s some other shit that I won’t get into, only because I’m starting to annoy myself. But, here’s a gem: Last night I stepped in puke – I didn’t discover this until this morning, when I put on my boots and discovered (through smell, not sight, mind you) said puke. This, naturally, caused me to puke.

Oh Garfield, you were right about Mondays!


Canadia: 2056. Although a third season hasn’t been ruled out, it does look unlikely at this point. The second season was supposed to be available online for pre-order two weeks ago, but surprise surprise, there’s a delay. Maybe it’ll be available for Christmas… But then again, maybe it won’t.

I’ve been flung back into the world of sketch-comedy. During the summer, I co-wrote a bunch of sketches for CBC Radio’s “The Irrelevant Show”, then I was brought in as head writer for a radio pilot featuring a couple of CBCers, and I’ve just finished a four week stint in a writing room developing a bible for CBC Television for a sketch-ish show. I’m not going into specifics on any of these, only because I’m superstitious.

I’ve got another radio pilot in the works, and I’m (slowly) working on the third draft of the screenplay.

So, things are good. I’m working, I’m in a new apartment and finally: I’ve enlisted the help of a panic disorder specialist. I’m learning to cope with my anxiety and panic and can, for the first time in twenty years, see a light at the end of the tunnel.

I just wish that my relationship hadn’t fallen apart, my dad didn’t freak out when the economy tanked and put the condo I was living in on the market, and my dog wasn’t diagnosed with lymphoma.

But like I said, other than those things, life is good.