I was at my wit's end. I'd had enough of this job, this life, and my relationship had broken up. Should I eat chocolate, or go to India, or fall in love? Then I had a revelation: Why not do all three, in that order? And so it was that I embarked on a journey that was segmented into three parts and was then made into a major motion picture. Later, I woke up on an airplane with a hole in my face and a really bad hangover. I was ushered brusquely off the plane by my parents who took me to a rehab where I tested positive for coke, classic coke, special k (the drug), Special K (the cereal), mushrooms, pepperoni, and Restless Leg Syndrome. It was there that I first began painting with my feet.
But rewind...the year was 1914. I was just a young German soldier serving in the trenches while simultaneously trying to destroy an evil ring with some help from an elf, a troll, and a giant sorcerer, all while cooking every recipe out of a Julia Child cookbook. What I'm trying to say is that there was a secret code hidden in a painting and I was looking for it with this girl who had a tattoo of a dragon! Let me clarify, it was the 1930s and a bunch of us were migrating out of Oklahoma, and I was this teenage wizard/CIA operative, okay? And, um then I floated off into the meta-verse as a ball of invisible energy that had no outer edge...
Ugh, okay. None of this is true. I'm just kind of a normal guy from New Jersey who moved to New York, got into comedy, wrote this book about trying to write this book, and then moved to Alaska, became the mayor of a small town, spent $30,000 on underwear, and now I'm going to rule the world!!!
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Blog Post from Author Michael Showalter for Sony Reader Store
I've always wanted to write a book. For one thing, it sounds good at parties when people ask me what I'm doing.
Them: So Mike, what are you working on?
Me: Who me? I'm writing book.*
*I never say "a book." I just say, "book." It has more gravitas without the "a."
When I started writing the book I had some vague ambition of writing a heartbreaking memoir. The memoir part was easy - the heartbreaking part proved more difficult. My parents are married, everyone is alive, I've never been to rehab.
So, instead of writing a heartbreaking memoir I wrote a memoir about trying to write a heartbreaking memoir.
Then I found myself writing about trying to write at all. What's a book? What's a writer? What is book worthy? Well, according to me an entire chapter dedicated to "The Joys of Streaking" is book worthy.
We are what we like (cats, coffee, streaking.) We are what we don't like (jogging, pseudo-intellectuals, Sarah Palin.) We are our obsessions (what other people think), our compulsions (Scrabble), our fears (vampires and zombies) and our passions (hot sex!).
That's my book. It's a silly book. That's why I called it Mr Funny Pants. I hope it's fun to read because it was fun to write.
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Grand Central Publishing
February 22, 2011
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