we're ripening and burgeoning, metaphorically always

I have had a splendidly exciting life lately. I think it is time to buckle down and write more actual jokes for all you fine people.

Please bear with me as my one-woman show ripens and is harvested to be put into the surrogate of a Manhattan art theater NO! STOP TALKING ABOUT EGGS! CEASE AND DESIST THE EGGING!

Seriously, I am in the process of writing a one-woman show. It is called "What Philosophy Majors Do After College." It covers my various careers as a/an:

• failed dotcom entrepreneur
• art model
• SAT instructor
• trapeze artist's assistant
• photographic ass double
• contraceptive tester
• spelling bee impresario
• egg donor to a gay man
• and, finally, comedian.

..and how those careers relate to Kant, social contract theory, Foucault, and the ever-present problem of what it would all mean if instead of being a man who dreamed he were a butterfly, we were instead a butterfly dreaming he were a man.

(Hint, hint: If I commit my goals to an RSS feed, I can't back out on them now! Write, bitch, write.)