In the spirit of good and pro-active creativity, I am actually consciously writing this post rather than waiting 'until inspiration strikes' because, well, I've decided that's just lazy and less than productive.

That may seem totally unrelated to the desired subject matter of this post, but it's not.  What I wanted to talk about was how proud I am of our 2nd Anniversary of SuperEgo Comedy.  What it gets me thinking about is how neat it is to have a comedy partner.

First off - SuperEgo Comedy, an idea sprouted by me and fertilized with the help of Dale Sorenson, my comedy partner in crime (oh, he's going to love that analogy!), came about over two years ago.  I won't bore you with the details, but I will say that I made a fine choice. Considering we're both - how can I say this gently - dommy control freaks (but in a swell way I assure you), it is quite a neat partnership.

Last night we celebrated our second anniversary with a bang (sorry for the pun for reasons that will be clear soonish).  With a full house and lots of good will, and flowers from John Morrison - the man from whom we gladly and brightly stole it all when it came to putting together our show - we had a glorious time.  And wandering from straight bar to straight bar, had a lovely fried feast at Nice Guy Eddie's.

Last year we came up with the idea to do a roast; hilarity ensued.  This year, we didn't come up with a damn thing until the very very very last minute...where I ended up in a holy panic printing the nasty from my work computer network on the way to the show.  (Not only is Dale a great creative partner, but he sometimes dispenses free emergency tech reassurance!)

We came up with it through email, ultimately random, from reading one of our favorite SuperEgo regular's blog - and it just goes to show that a group mind - even between two people - is truly amazing.  We went from looking at our second anniversary bash (nothing to sneeze at, mind you) as a dejected "Maybe a pizza...and some chips...." to an enlightened and excited "Holy crap let's do this." 

It's nice to be on the same twistedly artistic wavelength with someone, is what I'm saying. It's nice to know someone well enough to write porn about them.  And when a couple of physically incompatible control-freak dommy sorts get together, great things can happen.

Doing our post-mortem chat today, we talked a lot about ideas, about what makes an artist. About how we make art.  One of the neatest things we do, besides make our own art (define it how you will - that's part of being an artist), is allow other people to do so, five minutes at a time.

I consider myself lucky to be able to do that.

I consider myself lucky to have a smart and funny partner who inspires me not only to allow other people to make their own art, but to make art myself.

Here's to Year 3.  Perhaps we'll cap it off with buzz cuts or a pie eating contest; I can't tell you now.  Whatever we do, it will be brave and it will be ours and it will be art.

And here's a little something for y'all to enjoy.  From a couple of playwrights, authors, poets, dreamers and artists.

(In Year 3, there will probably be boobs.  Just saying.): 

PS: NSFW!

Comedy Court.

As a comic and a lawyer, I am appalled on so many levels.