Humor Me
I fell in love with comedy through a camp tradition called “Cinocat.” Each summer, a camp and SNL alum would visit to put on a live sketch show with the oldest campers. I couldn’t wait to be 15 and write for my age group’s own production.
Flash forward 12 years, and I’ve been accepted into a Late Night Comedy writing course through UCLA. By the end of the class, I'll have a packet filled with original sketches and topical monologues to live on this page.
In the meantime, please enjoy this charcuterie of silly samples, starting with baby me in Hulk hands:
Jimmy Fallon-Style “Thank You Notes”
Thank you, Dad, for proving that sneezes can register on the Richter Scale.
Thank you, Strava, for giving runners their own social media so we don’t have to hear about it.
Thank you, mashed potatoes, for doing the chewing for me.
Thank you, overalls, for answering the question: “What if your pants hung from your shoulders?”
Thank you, Uber Pool, for allowing not one, but two strangers to see where I live.
Thank you, oatmilk, for giving me the depth of whole milk and the moral superiority of almondmilk.
Funny Things About Me
Growing up, I had two hairless cats named Orville and Otis
My first word was “queso.” I don’t speak a lick of Spanish.
Last year, I traveled to a city in Poland that I knew nothing about except that it had 200+ gnome statues.
I have an irrational fear of Purell Hand Sanitizer. I might be responsible for the 0.01% of germs it doesn’t kill.
I greeted my Kindergarten teacher each morning with, “Another day, another dollar” — a quip I stole from SpongeBob.
In second grade, I stayed home with a fever and learned how to juggle with lemons. Now, it’s the best party trick I forget I have.
