I am Smarty Pants | milkynips's Blog

I keep thinking about the Idaho Shakespeare Festival, and the funny pre-show warm up guys.  About their sketch which parodied Spartacus.  I do so love silly comedy.

And yet, when I took the comedy writing workshop, I felt like a big flop.  Maybe it's because I was not feeling the love from the lady who works on the Daily Show.  Or maybe it was because they put me in a group of one since I was a strong writer.  But I want to be part of a team sometimes.  Like Sally Rogers in the Dick Van Dyke Show.  Me and Buddy and Rob, working together to put out a great show each week.  Or something.

Gah.  What am I even saying?  It's just that writing a novel by oneself is a bit lonely.  And writing a screenplay is also lonely.  I want a partner.  No, I don't.  Yes, I do.  Gah.  I don't know what I want.

I have a zillion partners.  All the men who are allowing me to put their stuff into my novels and screenplay.  But I am still lonely.  The man with whom I sleep is a fine man, a kind man, a man who has made great strides in overcoming weakness and getting his life back on track.  Yet I cannot help wishing for a partner who had my sense of humour.  Who could play off me and engage in the witty repartee of Tracy and Hepburn, of WIllis and Shepard, of other great couples whose names I can't recall because I'm so fecking tired.

Is it so much to ask for?  To have someone who is as lewd as me, as prone to double entendres, as comfortable with talking about sex....?

That Idaho sketch slayed me.  When people kept popping up from the audience screaming "I am Smarty Pants" ala the whole dramatic scene in which slaves protect the real Smarty Pants, I thought I'd die laughing.  I want to be part of that kind of writing some day.