Rabbiting on

I woke up at three this morning from a dream so terrifying I remember no details, save that it was so frightening. So much for melatonin guaranteeing a restful night. Luckily I got back to sleep and woke at 6 to call my wife for a quick chat, before going back to the blueberry farm for another 5.5 miles.

The Final Cut Pro is the deepest

Last night I was up until midnight, struggling to get to grips with Final Cut Pro while drinking beer. The beer wasn't the problem: it was the only way to ameliorate the pain of working with F***in' C*** P*** or whatever that software is called.

Filming the Rabbit

This weekend, after endless distractions and befuddlements, I finally managed to get part of my Great Rabbit Movie filmed.

Rabbit Noir

It was a slow day, midweek. I'd spent the morning polishing glasses and drinking bourbon, when this dame sashayed in. She was two pints of trouble in a half-pint package. I looked at her from across the bar. She knew what she wanted. She knew I knew that she knew what she wanted.

Whoops

I killed at the comedy club tonight. By which I mean I killed the audience stone dead. After eight minutes, there wasn't a sound to be heard in the room.

More rabbit material

I've been going over my rabbit material again, trying to figure out if it will fit into seven minutes or whether it's a damnfool exercise to attempt. Of course, belabouring the point about the behaviour of the hypothetical rabbit was never going to be an example of wisdom and practicality, but that's beside the point. Do you focus on what you think you do best, or do you come up with a set that is weatherproofed against drunks and people who think heckling is the best part of a comedy show?

Proud

I hosted the Friday night show, and had the chance to try out a brand new joke in front of an almost-capacity (at least twenty people) crowd...

A rabbit walks into a bar...

A rabbit walks into a bar.