Comedy from darkness in hopes that with our laughter, will come light.

I wonder if the reason we start wars is that sadness is inevitable, and we need something to back it up. Do we pick fights because we are chickens who cannot have forgotten being eggs?

(Eggs preceded, by the way. They have been around since since feathers lacked function as well as form. I have never understood that particular debate. Still, no need to start a war.)

I wonder if we kill each other because we would feel sadness either way, which makes us angry, which makes us sad.

The world has been sad this week. My world has been sad. We lost a friend who made us laugh. One of our bravest knights fell on his sword, leaking sadness into a place that used to keep sadness away.

But sun yields shadow.

So, I wonder, if there was no war, if we neither gave nor received awards, if there was no such thing as success, what we would find in our lives that was hard.

When I was poor, poverty seemed unbearable and mean.

When I was out of love, the only solution seemed to get back in it.

But I still get sad sometimes.

So I wonder, do we as humans create tragedy because tragedy innately lives within.

Do we come up with ideas, or do we simply write them down.  

The end of my career as a lifelong nail biter. Day One. 
It is my longest standing addition. I have loved it since forever. But now I have weird troll hands from a lifetime of abuse, so I’m doing it, internet. I’m quitting. 
These lil guys will be talons in no time! 

The end of my career as a lifelong nail biter. Day One. 

It is my longest standing addition. I have loved it since forever. But now I have weird troll hands from a lifetime of abuse, so I’m doing it, internet. I’m quitting. 

These lil guys will be talons in no time! 

Vldmr Nbkv

If Vladimir Nabakov were alive today, would he tweet? Would he praise the 140 characters for their homage to concision; would he share with us his brunch? Or would he rise above, and in so rising, be banished to a realm that is both academic and obscure. 

Would Humbert Humbert Tinder? Would Lolita get a spin off? Would her theme song be catchy and sweet? Would we run, when we heard it, to the living room? Would we stay up all night to stream?

Yes, I think, and I would watch: would favorite and retweet.

Dying In My Sleep

On nights such as this, I am prone to wonder about what might happen were I to die in my sleep. Morbid, de jure, oui, but in effect, the precaution serves as a reminder to say “I love you” to the one I love, should she happen to be lying beside me, before turning inward for the night. In the absence of a paramour, an absence in which I find myself tonight—no pair of concave bends at the knee for me to fill with the flex of my own femurs and calves—I am forced to confront the honest truth that two taquitos and a glass of Pinot Grigio/Chardonnay blend is far from a lackluster adiu to this world. A worthwhile farewell does not stand upon a single motivation, but many. I may not be the luckiest, but I am among the lucky. 

Perhaps at the end of chasing is the reality of what has already come true.

Lesbian Frist Date! Here is the video version of the sketch we wrote for the 2014 CBS Diversity Showcase. 

Interesting sidenote, this was the first lesbian themed sketch to make it into the showcase in its nine years of existence. Lesbie honest, ladies who love ladies need love, too. 

Written by Kristin Key, Romi Barta and Scout Durwood. Directed by Michael Busch. 

There comes a time in one’s life when one is just as happy to drink at home alone as with friends in a bar. And at that moment, one might wonder of these tendencies are a sign of alcoholism, or of growing up. One thing is for sure, though, if you are wondering this, you are white.

On my way to the desert with Vinni and Lu!