Yesterday I hung out with a new lesbian comic who has her own “Vlog”. Not that I haven’t heard about them before, or tried very hard to watch them (why are they so long?) it’s just that it seems like “blogging” and “vlogging” are an historically amazing way for anyone at anytime to say anything about anyone. It’s completely unprecedented in our human past. A town crier could only be heard by a those in ear shot and a few too many smokes the night before and he could be done. His opinions left un-screamed, unnoticed. Op Ed writers had to answer to their newspaper owners and could be silenced by any advertiser who wasn’t in love with his/her ideas on whatever theme was exciting people that day. Guerrilla activists, cranking out their screeds underground have actually been put to death, or worse, been ignored by the masses.

And now we have the V/Blog. A day doesn’t go by when I am not asked to ‘guestblog”, ‘co-vlog”, or even “unclog a blog” (okay I made that one up.) It is, more than a wave, the entire ocean of the future. So I must blog. I cannot run from it, this task that actually makes me more stressed than doing 90 minutes alone on stage. I guess I knew I really was letting it get to me two nights ago, when I woke suddenly in the middle of half an ambien sleep, thinking that “oh thank god, my blog is done” only to realize I had DREAMED it was finished.

I guess next I will dream I vlogged in my underwear at high school.

Go Obama!
yep, I am a democrat.
XO