Felonious fabulist, Tig Notaro, finds the strangest things funny.

 I am sure she found the prospect of accusing me of invented violence uproarious. I'm sure that she thought the whole off-the-rails malicious prosecution of me and my family was a hoot and a half. When she found out that they jailed me and intended to have me forcibly medicated and sent to an asylum for the criminally insane I bet she peed herself laughing

She is on the record as thinking that going on a stage and saying "Hello I have cancer" was the funniest thing ever. She speaks of literally doubling over with laughter when planning/plotting it. Ok, that I guess I can relate to. She'd allegedly(and I always use that word with her because I do not believe a word that comes out of her mangy mouth) had been beset by an unrelenting series of accountability oops I mean misfortune, at that point, and had to laugh rather than cry.

The other day I had revisited this piece http://alisablogq.blogspot.com/2017/07/dismissed-in-interests-of-justice.html in order to fix up the typos that always sneak in and to include some other recollections. Bad move as it led to painful flashbacks that led to a feeling of being basted in injustice juice. Seeing lies about oneself hurts a lot. Seeing liars get celebrated rather than incarcerated hurts too FYI.

 I haven't googled our favorite tortfeasor with the torturous self nickname of "Tig" in ages but used keywords "Notaro karma" and "Notaro curse" to see if the good Lord maybe was doling out more comeuppance. I came upon an article where she finally admits she feels cursed. That's a start cause before she sociopathically said her string of smites oops I mean misfortune was not karma. Only a sociopath could say something like that considering her serious serious sins. To deny her victims even the slightest acknowledgment is very on-brand for bad old Mathilde.

I also came upon this https://slate.com/human-interest/2020/08/tig-notaro-on-coping-with-cancer-and-the-pandemic.html

And I was talking to him and then I noticed he stopped talking. He wasn’t responding. I would say “Rick! Rick!” and he wouldn’t answer. And I immediately thought, “Oh my God, my stepfather died on FaceTime with me.” And then my very next thought was, “Oh my gosh, I have the greatest story to tell now. Whenever the pandemic is over I cannot wait to talk about how my stepfather died on his first FaceTime attempt.”

Ok, I'm a highly humorous person who loves to tell a good story. I can find the comedy in almost absolutely anything but I totally can't relate to this. Has Notaro invented a new genre? Sociopathy comedy? I think so.