Of the two "people" I talk to the most, Family Dog is by far the better listener and I can tell by the look in his eyes and the wag of his tail that he agrees with just about everything I say and enjoys our discussions through and through. Family Dog is ecstatic about Jazz Hands, the result of constant positive reinforcement during his evening escapades.
Of the two people I talk to the most, the Mitch voice inside my head is definitely the talker. He's argumentative, almost always plays devil's advocate, and of course is the voice of a dead comedian.
Sometimes I can not get him to shut the hell up.
There was a short list of applicants for the voice gig, but Mitch ultimately won. Although Bill Murray plays a convincing dead guy on film, at last check he is still alive. What I really appreciate about the Mitch Hedberg point of view is the ability to see one situation from many different angles. That sort of perspective is invaluable when it comes to inner dialogue and is an objectivity that Bill Murray could not possibly offer me, dead or alive.
Truth is there was not an audition. Mitch found me, not the other way around.
Mitch and I are on the level about some things. He believes in ghosts (of course he would), time travel, echoes, String/M Theory (aka "The Unified Theory"), and that everything is connected in a way that eliminates the possibility of randomness. And also ducks.
But mostly we disagree.
Mitch argues that Jazz Hands, the metaphor, is lost on most. That Jazz Hands, the literal, physical act of shaking the hands about, is mostly pathetic and the daily bombardment is tedious at best, especially if Jazz Hands, the metaphor, is lost on most.
Mitch argues that this blog is self-indulgent. This from the king of self-indulgence, himself...and you wonder why we argue.
Mitch seems to think that seeing examples of Jazz Hands virtually everywhere in every day life is due to a psychological disorder, related to my subconscious Jazz Hands deployments, again, all due to my total immersion.
I can not disagree more. Whether we want to admit it or not, Jazz Hands is all around us, just look around and you'll see for yourself...and sometimes it is fun to deploy the hand jazzing randomly in situations that may or may not be noticed by the intended recipient(s). It's an inside joke for one...it would be for two, but Mitch just isn't on board (yet).
Today's Jazz Hands were done despite Mitch's disapproval. Day fifty-two complete.
Of the two people I talk to the most, the Mitch voice inside my head is definitely the talker. He's argumentative, almost always plays devil's advocate, and of course is the voice of a dead comedian.
Sometimes I can not get him to shut the hell up.
There was a short list of applicants for the voice gig, but Mitch ultimately won. Although Bill Murray plays a convincing dead guy on film, at last check he is still alive. What I really appreciate about the Mitch Hedberg point of view is the ability to see one situation from many different angles. That sort of perspective is invaluable when it comes to inner dialogue and is an objectivity that Bill Murray could not possibly offer me, dead or alive.
Truth is there was not an audition. Mitch found me, not the other way around.
Mitch and I are on the level about some things. He believes in ghosts (of course he would), time travel, echoes, String/M Theory (aka "The Unified Theory"), and that everything is connected in a way that eliminates the possibility of randomness. And also ducks.
But mostly we disagree.
Mitch argues that Jazz Hands, the metaphor, is lost on most. That Jazz Hands, the literal, physical act of shaking the hands about, is mostly pathetic and the daily bombardment is tedious at best, especially if Jazz Hands, the metaphor, is lost on most.
Mitch argues that this blog is self-indulgent. This from the king of self-indulgence, himself...and you wonder why we argue.
Mitch seems to think that seeing examples of Jazz Hands virtually everywhere in every day life is due to a psychological disorder, related to my subconscious Jazz Hands deployments, again, all due to my total immersion.
I can not disagree more. Whether we want to admit it or not, Jazz Hands is all around us, just look around and you'll see for yourself...and sometimes it is fun to deploy the hand jazzing randomly in situations that may or may not be noticed by the intended recipient(s). It's an inside joke for one...it would be for two, but Mitch just isn't on board (yet).
Today's Jazz Hands were done despite Mitch's disapproval. Day fifty-two complete.
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