I made one joke, more than five years ago, about "pants" being an inherently funny word, and now "being pantsless" is the most memorable part of my brand. Now that is funny.
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UPDATE—I've moved tons of back content now. So this post is the official "first" post, but you can enjoy all the past wholesome goodness by digging through archived links. DO SO.
It's just me in here.
I write a lot. It's a thing I do. And the books and blogs you find on this site are all the result of that writing a lot. You're welcome.
I have two blogs on this site at the moment. The first is Intended Life, which is where I write about what I learn daily as a Christian, about leading and living the life God intended for us, and getting more out of life in the process. That's me being grateful for the gifts God has given me. I love that blog. And it evolved out of my "everything" blog, almost with no planning on my part. So some of the older entries would probably be better here (I'll work on moving those).
The second blog is Life is Marketing. This is more about using marketing and business strategy to improve your life and your career. In this spot I drop interviews, tips and tricks, books, podcasts, and a bunch of other stuff that has helped me and so I believe it can help you. It's kind of new (sort of ... again, there's content in the old "everything" blog that I should move over).
And then there's me.
I'm not left out in the cold or anything. I quip and joke on Facebook and get some serious kudos and feedback, but I'm not as "discoverable" there, and so I'm not entirely meeting one of my goals. I want my work to educate, but I also want it to entertain. So here we are. Just me and you, with barely some pixels between us. Rowrr.
I'm probably crazy for taking on one more blog, but I can't help myself. I need an outlet for the stuff that's in my brain, and this is it. I've tried doing the "One blog to rule them all" thing, putting everything in one place and hoping readers love all of it. But that doesn't work. Everyone who does blogging successfully knows that doesn't work. So I'm breaking up the band. Or, actually, I'm breaking up the content.
Go to those blogs for inspiration, spirituality, career and business advice, and the more practical stuff. Stick it out here for the funny, the absurd, the bizarre, the uncomfortably personal.
I can't wait to see how it all turns out, can you? Hello? Is this thing on? I swear, it's like writing to myself most of the time.
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So I’m learning that people are OK with digital quips, but are freaked the hell out when they happen in real life.
I’m totally quipped. Which is a pun, and is in fact funny, if only to me. But it also means that I happen to be very good with quipping it out in public, especially online. Also a pun. Also hilarious to me.
I’m kind of a “reactive” comic. If you give me something to work with, I love to take it and make it funny. Or funnier. Some of you folks are hilarious all by yourselves. You … you need help. Not you, the other you.
On Twitter or Facebook, in blogs or emails, that plays out great. But I tend to do the same thing in everyday conversation with actual, three-dimensional people, and that tends to be a lot more hit-or-miss.
Today I was getting on an elevator, and being a nice guy who happened to be raised by my grandmother, I stood aside to let three women get on before me. As they were passing through, the doors began to close, and they had to push against them (I helped, awkwardly). They survived, FYI. Barely any limbs were severed.
Once they were aboard, I popped through and the door closed pretty quick behind me. The three women were sort of freaked about the near-door-mashing situation, and one of them “joked” that it could have killed them. And it was at that moment that I said, “That’s why I let you guys go first. This elevator has an appetite for human flesh.”
If you’re Kevin, you are laughing hysterically on the inside right now. If you’re three women on an elevator with Kevin, you’re looking at him with horror, and expression that says, “You KNEW?!?”
Why, WHY is it not acceptable to end your statements with “LOL” when you’re speaking aloud? I feel like we need some kind of verbal indicator of humor here. You can’t just laugh, you know. That just makes you sound maniacal and insane, especially when you’re in a tight, enclosed space with three women who think you may actually have tried to sacrifice them to a possessed and hungry elevator.
See? That says “I’m kidding” in a fun, whimsical, abbreviated way. And only slightly creepy and disturbing, which is all you can ask for, really.