SHORT:
“A fart is a trumpet announcing the queen has arrived!”
^ thing I kept saying in my dream last night… comment below with what you think it means
MEDIUM:
Another week has whipped on by. I started it off by performing standup in a bar on the Lower East Side full of, what can only be described as, 900 Cazzie Davids. I tried to connect with the Cazzies by yelling “I used to flatiron my hair!!!” but it didn’t quite work. Before I went up, the comic before me walked offstage and said, “The vibes are… turbulent”. To which I replied, “Perfect! I’m built like a Boeing1!”
LONG:
This newsletter is off to a rip-roaring start. I’ve used combinations of words and letters many of you probably never thought you’d see on a Tuesday. Language is so beautiful (and that’s why I desecrate it… because I’m jealous of its beauty).
What’s happening in the news… ?
Conan O’Brien has a new travel show coming out. I think it’s rly cool that Conan is flying across the world to meet people he’s talked to online… he’s finally pairing his lesbian haircut with some lesbian actions. Also, did everyone see him chug hot sauce on Hot Ones? I applaud him for drinking recklessly on-air in a way that’s creative and not sad. Some of his colleagues should take note!
The L Word cast introduced Renee Rapp at Coachella… Renee was 4 when the show came out, so I’m sure it was exceptionally meaningful to see Shane rail 2 bridesmaids and then their mother at such a young age. Media is so amazing. Representation matters.
Speaking of, I’m presenting a snippet of my pilot Old Queens at YALLFest on Thursday at 4ish, if you’re around and want to see it. Info is here.
I’ve been oscillating between “everything will work out” and “everyone is slaying all around me and it is making me nervous that I am not making the right choices in life/ I am doomed/ will be forever stuck” this week.
The Artist’s Way is telling me things like, “in order to catch the ball, you have to WANT to catch the ball” and “creative people are dramatic and use negative drama to scare ourselves out of creativity”; which, of course, has me dramatically searching for whatever “the ball” is while convulsing with fear that I haven’t yet caught the elusive damn thing!
I’m kidding. I’m actually doing fine. The last episode of Late Stage Live is getting very nice comments, and I’m giving myself some grace re: finding a new dayjob.
I’m also writing a lot. Not well. But a lot. And I don’t mean… here. This will always be a manic stream of consciousness2.
Snack Of The Week is the fried chicken sandwich I had at Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire — a movie I didn’t want to go to, but… went to.
C U Next Tuesday
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Sincerely,
Reid Pope
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I survived the journey, but it was iffy!
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