It's a new year, and I'm off to a very mixed start, with positives and negatives coming from unexpected places. This is a good thing I guess, as at least it's not boring.

On the downside (so I can finish with the "ups"), my intentions to eat healthy and get more exercise have gone right in the shitter. The same habits and weaknesses and struggles with discipline don't give a dry fuck whether it's a new year, they just want what they want, and they're getting it. Hope springs eternal, where there's life there's hope, and tomorrow's another day. Three cliches oughtta do it. But obviously, I cling to the idea that I can always try again tomorrow, as long as there's another tomorrow in me.

On the other hand, comedy started January off with a big show in a big room in a new place, and not only did I do a pretty good job performing, I earned a little respect from my booker, I stretched and did more time than I'm used to and earned a little for myself. Best of all, I basked in the company and hospitality and dare-I-say-it love of some good friends while I was in their area. I haven't had a non-family member say "I missed you" and mean it in longer than I can remember.The effect was startling and warm. Wow, as a social misfit, you sometimes forget what you're missing, which is probably an excellent coping mechanism, and so for the best. Still, I was awash in the glow of genuine, unexpected affection. How do I show my appreciation for that, and pay it back in kind? I'm not good at that.

Also, I'm working on getting an open mike together in my area, hopefully strengthen my performing muscles. This has come along with a small but healthy breakthrough in my attitude towards performing, and I hope that I can capture this and develop it. These types of mental changes are mercurial, and can slip away if not acted upon, so we'll see how it goes.

Anyway, happy new year out there, people. It's looking like a good launch to a wobbly vessel on this year's journey. See you on the high seas!

The first Open Mike I've run

Last week I ran an Open Mike Night at "The 19th Hole" in Avery, CA, the first time I've done so. I've performed at them several times now, but this was my first time being responsible for the whole thing - the equipment, the tone, the promotion. And it was a total blast.

I rushed over directly from work, set up my equipment and got started. I introduced myself and the concept open mikes in general. I did about 5 minutes of my material and it was very well received. It's true that several people in the audience were friends and acquaintances of mine, and I know that buddy-laughs are different than stranger-laughs. Still, laughs are laughs, and they sounded genuine to me. An even stronger confirmation of their legitimacy was the fact that some gags fell a bit flat - not a night of bombs by any means, but the crowd provided enough variation in response that I knew the laughter wasn't simply Pavlovian, "that's my buddy up there" giggles, generated to save my feelings.

Beyond the reception of my own material, the night started off a bit slowly. It appears that open mikes and down-to-earth performance art in general are pretty novel here, and I could sense the crowd's uncertainty as to what this production was going to look like. That's part of the reason I explained (and will continue to explain) what open mikes are about. I think it helps to get the uninitiated up to speed. But the evening rolled along, and I was proud of myself: I trod a careful line between cajoling the hesitant attendees and acknowledging the awkwardness that is natural to approaching a microphone.

Unfortunately, there are precious few (maybe none at all) aspiring comedians in this area, and no musicians saw fit to attend, either. So, talent was a little on the lean side, and our only hope for entertainment, aside from me, was to get the crowd involved. If there was one angel of mercy in this regard, it was an elderly woman named Liena. After my repeated prodding of the crowd to take a whack at it, she finally took the mike - she utterly mangled a street joke that began: "Okay, there's this eye-talian guy..."

Although it didn't end up being an ethnic slur, it sure started out like one, and this bold start from a frail old granny was ideal for breaking the ice! After her, there was a steady stream of participants; it not only provided a quantity and diversity of material, I could feel the audience become invested in the show, as their friends bought into it and supported their cohorts.

By the end of the show, everyone was loose and there was a definite buzz in the air. Even the shyest person in attendance had shuffled up to the mike to share a funnier-than-expected story about his near-death experience, falling out of a fishing boat in full gear. All my trepidation at this new experience had morphed into exhilaration as the evening was as much a success as I could have asked for. Three nights from now I get to do it all over again, and I can't wait.

I've gotta write some new material!

Meet the new blog, same as the old blog

New place, new delivery system, same old blog.

I've been blogging for years at my domain, tombickle.com, using handwritten code and DreamWeaver, which has come to strongly resemble the ease with which Daniel Lewis wrote and painted in "My Left Foot." If the technical equivalent of my left foot was the only avenue available to me, this might make sense. With other means at my easy disposal, however, I feel more and more like a wingnut as I struggle along with this odd and unnecessarily difficult method of blogging.

No more. I've stopped hemming, and slowed precipitously on the hawing, and chosen a dedicated blog forum on which to hang my yammerings. I researched it myself, and couldn't find a significant difference among the choices available. Thanks to Greg Crist for his Google-based opinion that blogger.com is the way to go.

Trust me to listen to the opinion to one of the few people I know who doesn't have his own blog. This oddity is precisely representational of how I make all my decisions - badly.

So, on with the show. My goal as I strike out in this new area is to blog at least once daily, aiming for at least one post that is of interest to the world at large once per week. Blogger promises to facilitate with entry methods including text messaging and audio blogging - how exciting.