Here’s one I’ve been waiting a while to write. A few months back, I decided to check out Louie on Netflix. For those unfamiliar with the show, Louie is written, edited, directed by and stars comedian Louis C.K. It is semi-biographical in that it tells the story an aspiring stand-up comedian juggling his a career and his children while he muddles his way through date and his forties in the aftermath of a divorce.
This show resonated with me on a lot of levels: first and foremost, it’s funny. Louie intersperses stand-up comedy bits with skits about his personal life, à la Seinfeld. Louis C.K’s humor is honest, self-deprecating and at times dark, but it is almost always funny.
Perhaps the one line that sticks with me most from the show is in an episode from the show’s second season. In it, Louie says that divorce “makes you look at yourself in the mirror and realized that there’s no one left to be an asshole to.” It is part funny, part true and all honest.
Just as any stand-up comedian goes out on stage and occasionally bombs, here have been a few misfire episodes: one in particular that comes to mind was when Louie pined for an African-American grocery cashier – simply because she was Black – only to be completely and utterly shot down by the woman. In the episode, Louie comes across as stalker-ish, rather the victim of unrequited love. But taking chances is the hallmark of any god comedian. Some stuff is funny; other bits will bomb. As an aside, I recently read that the stand-up skits in each episode are brand-new material. Louis C.K. does not use material from his real-life stand-up act in the series.
I’m looking forward to getting caught up on the rest of the series. so much so, that I’ve gone ahead and read the synopses for some later episodes. God bless Netflix for introducing binge-watching to unsuspecting world.
Nine days ago – the date of the so called Mayan apocalypse, I flew down to Charleston to pick up my Son. When he got to the airport, we were both psyched to see each other, but I was a little apprehensive at first. I hadn’t seen him in four months. And even though we spoke everyday, his voice sounded different. what if he was different? what would I do if he didn’t like all the Legos I bought him for Christmas?
Much to my delight, his stay in town was great! I had a few plans in mind during his stay – a Lego engineering exhibit, a movie or two – none of which we did. Although I was disappointed that we didn’t do anything “fun” we spent all of our time together. He was just happy to see me and he was psyched because it was Christmas. I’ve heard and read people saying don’t try to be the “Disney World Dad” and they’re absolutely right. Most of the time we were together, we watched TV, played with toys, video games, had a snowball fight, colored, and just hung out. It really was about the quality of the time we spent together, doing the kinds of things we haven’t been able to do together – living so far away. We also paid the obligatory Christmas visits: my brother and my uncle’s houses for Christmas eve and Christmas Day respectively. Getting snow on Christmas Eve was just icing on the proverbial cake. I could not have asked for anything more.
Last Thursday, I made the trip back to south to get the Boy home for his South Carolina Christmas. Sis came along for moral support – that and we had talked about making a little side-trip after dropping off my son. Saying goodbye was tough, as I expected it to be. He and both cried, but we made a deal to see each other more often in the coming year. Surprisingly, the STBX was civil. I wouldn’t go as far as to say she was polite, but my time at the Old House was a little easier than I expected. While there, I picked up what I hope is the last of my things from the old house. That part wasn’t really hard; but I just want that part to be over so i can move on.
inexpensive. Despite some bad reviews online, I thought the hotel was fine. Sure, it could have used some minor touching-up, but I’m not really picky on hotels, especially those on the beach. In this case, four walls and a roof would have been more than enough.
I suggested the road trip to Sis. She suggested Daytona – as she had been to the area a few times. We basically just hung out, hit a few of the local bars. Mostly we just wanted to get away from this God-awful winter that just hit Michigan. I figured I would need a day or two to just relax after dropping off my Son. This side trip was just long enough for me to clear my head and get motivated to get back home.
Tomorrow is, of course, New Year‘s Eve. I for one, can’t wait to stick my foot up the proverbial ass of 2012 as we bid it adieu. 2013 could be a worse, year I suppose, but that is difficult to imagine. I’ll be attending a house party to usher in the new year. Several people from the social club should be there. At first, I was absolutely psyched about the party – hoping to maybe meet somebody there, maybe even hang out with Red & SHG. I was even considering getting a ticket to a club’s NYE party that is within walking distance, just to hopefully run into them – or anyone else for that matter. Right now, I just hope the house party doesn’t suck. I’m trying to remain upbeat while not setting my expectations too high.
I have good days and I have bad days. On those days in-the-middle, i have good times and i have bad times.
Earlier tonight was one of those bad times. As time drags on, i’m having a harder time dealing with not seeing my son. I occurred to me earlier tonight that this – living w/ my parents, scraping to get by, going back to school – this is my life now. It’s not a vacation; it is the new normal. And it sucks.
Today is September 11 and by and large, I’ve done a pretty good of avoiding all of the 9/11 TV specials. This is especially interesting since I’ve been home all day. I may be that 9/11 is finally becoming just another day in history for most of us. In my opinion, that’s a good thing. it suggests a return to normalcy for the country at large.
I finally went through the separation document the STBX had written up and put my remarks into a Word document for my lawyer to look at. I hope to finally send that to him tomorrow.
Yesterday, I started something I should have done 22 years ago. Inspired by my high school reunion, I decided to finally label photos from my trip to France all those years ago. Whatever it takes, I guess.