You say “narcissistic” like it’s a bad thing…

It was less than a week ago that I realized something both bloggers and stand up comedians have in common is that in order to be good at what they do, they have to be narcissistic. When that happened, I realized A) I am narcissistic and B) I should fantasize about being a stand up comic. I am narcissistic- no doubt about it. But that doesn’t mean that I think I’m better than anyone, because I can assure you that’s not the case. I’m very aware of my shortcomings and faults. It’s just that like any obsessive Twitter user, I am also very aware of myself and my own life.
So leave it to a self-proclaimed narcissist to not only publish their first stand up comedy routine, but now their second one today. I’ve opened this can of Pandora’s box of ironic observations and now I don’t think I can stop. I may have created a new blog series that you’ll eventually see at the top of this screen in big bold letters. See, that may my friends, is what being narcissistic is truly all about. My apologies to those of you who have already read dad from day one: Mommy’s Little Monster, since that accounts for a decent amount of material here. Since delivery is a very important of actually being funny, note that for the duration of this post, when you see a set of ellipses points (like this…), that symbolizes the short and necessary pause for the audience to have a chance to laugh.

Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, will you please give a warm welcome to Nick Shell!
[applause]
“Alright, thanks everybody. So I guess some of you tonight were invited by a friend who when they told you about me said, ‘He’s a Christian comedian. You know, he does clean comedy.’ For those of you who have never seen a ‘clean, Christian comedian’ you may be thinking, ‘Ah, great. He’s just going to be doing fart jokes the whole time.’ But I promise you now: No fart jokes… Oh, wait… unless that counts as one.
Have you ever met someone who constantly inserts trivial facts into everyday conversation? Do you know somebody like that? Well, now you do… because I’m one of those magically annoying people.

I keep waiting for a chance for my super powers to come in handy in a practical way. Really, I think the best thing that could happen is that I could be a guest on a game snow… like ‘Name That Jew!’ You’d have to be the first contestant to hit the buzzer and yell out the name of the Jewish actors or actresses in sitcoms. And it’s hosted by Alan Thicke.
Alan Thicke: In my own sitcom, Growing Pains, name that Jew!
I buzz in, instantly… ‘Jeremy Miller who played Ben Seaver!’
That is cor-rect… Next, in the coming of age comedy/drama The Wonder Years, name that Jew!
(Again, I’m the first one buzzing in…)
‘Fred Savage who played Kevin Arnold, Jason Hervey who played Wayne Arnold, Josh Saviano who played Paul Pfeiffer- he was half Jewish, David Schwimmer who played Michael- Karen’s boyfriend and eventually her husband, Ben Stein who played Kevin’s science teacher Mr. Cantwell, and lastly, Daniel Stern who narrated the show as Kevin as an adult.’

Correct again…
(And with getting that question alone I’m like automatically promised to make it to the final round. So I make it to the final question…)
In the #1 sitcom of the 1980’s, The Cosby Show, which featured an African-American family, name that Jew!
Of course, without hesitation, I buzz in right away: ‘Lisa Bonet, who was half-Jewish, played Denise Huxtable’
Alan Thicke: Congratulations! You have won! You and guest will be enjoying a wonderful 6 day, 7 night stay in the legendary city of Jerusalem, Israel where you will enjoy a complimentary gourmet kosher breakfast each morning…

Yeah, so I think that scenario is the best it could ever get for me being able to utilize my useless information. Until then, I’ll just keep walking around like Rain Man: Got to watch Full House… Full House comes on at 6 o’clock, got to watch Full House… Bob Saget, Bob Saget… who played Danny Tanner, he’s Jewish… Danny Tanner was Jewish… Got to watch Full House at 6 o’clock…
So, let’s see, what’s new in my life- my wife and I just had our first child. We have an 8 week old son named Jack…
[females in the audience say ‘ah’, while the males applaud]
Thank you, thank you. I appreciate that. Yeah, I always like it when people cheer and applaud me for having sex… a year ago…
So the weekend after we found out we were having a baby, we spent 45 bucks on ‘cute clothes’ for Jack at a Carter’s outlet… One of the outfits purchased that day says, ‘Mommy’s Little Monster’. I’m sure this monster-themed attire was designed with the idea in mind of ‘oh, he’s such a messy little boy… he’s always gettin’ into everything…’. But for me, I look at this whole ‘boys are little monsters’ as a literal thing… Boys are actually a wonderful representation of what classic monsters are in my mind…

So far, having a baby boy has totally met all my expectations as far as his lack of politeness: passing gas while people hold him for the first time- some of you just caught me doing another fart joke… and the way he also becomes the baby version of an angry, drunk, and ranting Jack Nicholson… the moment he realizes he’s hungry and we didn’t already have a bottle ready for him right that second… Not to mention the percentage of milk that comes out of his mouth as opposed to the amount that goes in and stays in… But I once was a boy- and in a sense, always will be a boy- you know, since [spoken in an Oprah tone] boys will be boys… Baby Jack is indeed a friendly, little beast. He really sounds and acts like a literal monster…
When he’s sleeping, he often makes this ‘ghurr, ghurr’ sound… And sometimes instead, the noise sounds more like the Smoke Monster from Lost… [make the sound] It doesn’t help that he can’t actually speak yet. How could I not be reminded of a monster when I see a little baby flailing his arms around during pretty much all of his waking hours who makes noises like that scary beast thing (R.O.U.S.) on The Princess Bride?… He’s a monster all right. But a loveable one.

Yes, Jack is a little bit like the TV version of The Incredible Hulk mixed with Jabba the Hut and a Mongolian warrior. But the most adorable and cuddly version you could imagine. I love having my own little monster around the house. I will teach him everything I know. And that, friends, is the truly scary part about this whole “monster” thing…
Alright everyone, I got to get out of here- my time’s up. Actually, I’m not leaving. I’m just exiting the stage. This had been fun, yeah? See you next time.”

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