Work is interesting to say the least.

Why is it that whenever I'm talking to someone racist and they reveal to me that they are also religious, I'm not surprised? This very event occured at work a couple of days ago and I guess I need to rant. Kieran can wax lyrical about phisophy and being existentially one with the universe all he likes, but I still have to put up with creationist nutbags who corner me at the Museum. That should be a deterrant for people who believe the earth is 6000 years old, surely! "Over here is our geology section with rocks that date from the formation of the earth, approximately 4.5 billion years ago. (Or 6000 if you don't have a rational brain.)" I know that I am coming across as harsh right about now but I have to put up with this all the time at work.

When I tell people I work at the Museum they always think I'm something smart like a curator. What they don't realise is that, while I give tours and have to undertake a hell of a lot of research, working at the museum is basically like McDonald's without the fries. We still deal with screaming, unsupervised kids except that that's not a lead-infused brightly coloured plastic moulding of a clown they're jumping on...that's a 170 million year old fossil. All I deal with are senile seniors who claim to remember what life was like in the early days of settlement, although to look at some of them I'm not so sure they don't remember the Big Bang! I deal with mental cases who believe that if we could just extract a few hairs from Phar Lap's arsenic riddled hide we could clone him and create a race of super-horses. (This actually happened!) I deal with Toorak Mummies who let their kids run riot before treating them to a babycino at the caff. I deal with school groups whose teachers are even thicker than they are and spend most of their excursion at the cafe whilst their students run around knocking over displays and laughing at Dame Nelly Melba's voice recording. Worst of all I deal with the fact that I endure all of this, despite having a Degree, because I need fodder for my comedy.

With all of this in mind, it should be a good show, if a little dark.

Laura

Sick...

Some people call comedy yucks and that makes me sick! The sky is grey and so I am feeling frustrated but it makes me more in touch with reality. If the weather was beautiful all the time we would not reflect as much on life being a finite thing and that with attatchment to happiness we forget the polar opposites. This creates shallow thinking, and frustration when things don't go your way. This is a dangerous and insane way of thinking. We humans are too good at creating because we create with out thinking, distracting ourselves from the consquence of our actions. When we look closely at nature destroyed I sometimes think we have created a situation that has gone over our heads. Evolution is slow and gradual process, while our ego centric colonisation of the planet is rapid to keep up with economics. This equates to a disharmony in nature and I think it is sad but I stay strong because the world and universe will go on, even if we slowly kill ourselves.

Peace, lovely universe!

Kieran

The world of comedy

Laughing is universal therefore it should not matter what you say, just be funny. Yet, too often it seems people think humour is only funny if you do stereotype jokes or relatable humour. That is not Art! Art should transport us into another world, creating the feeling of transcendence. It can transcend you in a Whimsical, Satirical, Sureal way, Absurd way, Ironic way, Intellectual way or some other way that is creative. I guess this is how I see the world. Call me a dreamer if you like but  my dreams give me purpose.

Anyway...enough mumblings.

Peace,

K

Whoops, hiatus time!

Hello all!

I have been on a slight hiatus from comedy. It's called life. Stupid work and stupid getting sick. Anyway, I am back and able to write about my week. So, a couple of weeks ago I went to see David Suziki's movie "Force of Nature" at the moonlight cinema. It was incredibly cold but we huddled down and watched the film. The only problem was the fact that there were a bunch of morons in the audience ashring the grass with us. There was a guy in front of us wearing an "Amnesty International" t-shirt sitting on a deck chair. One of the security guards told him that his chair wasn't regulation height and that he'd have to sit on his blanket like everyne else. The guy hollared and fussed as if he was a victim of injustice in Palestine or something. He acted like he was in Guantanamo Bay!

The girl behind me kept going on about how it was so cold it was "definitely an electric blanket night" and that she'd have to have a "hot bath for a few hours." All at a sustainability festival. Ironic.

So, more recently I've been a bit sick. I couldn't possibly be working on comedy whilst sick. Yes, I am lazy but Kieran is too! What kind of excuse is going to Hospital? Pfft! Well, I'm off to retend to be working on the comedy show...

Bye,

Laura