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Oy vey ‘Redheads… It’s Day 29 of Blog-A-Day in May and things are bleak. Once again, the laptop I brought with me has shit the bed as far as wireless connection. So, I’m typing this on my phone… I’ve come too far to let this slide now. Please take this time to scroll down and enjoy any installment you may’ve missed, while I try to get things rectified.
Hey there, ‘Redheads… Just a quick note to let you know that my computer access is limited here in beautiful Clayton, NC. A super-terrific-jumbo installment awaits you on Monday…or Tuesday.
Hey there ‘Redheads… My apologies for the delay. This past week has been super busy and I’ve had very little time to sit down at the keyboard for any non-porn related activities. I did want to give you a little something to tide you over for the weekend before I hit the road for Poughkeepsie, NY. Rest assured, when I get back, you’ll get another massive installment covering this weekend, last weekend, and the days that fell in between. It’ll be a biggun. In the meantime, here’s a small video sampling of the killing spree that was my weekend hosting at the DC Improv…
And if that wasn’t enough, check out the latest video collaboration with my good buddy, Chris White. Note my crappy acting and robotic gesticulation (that means hand movement, you pervs). Enjoy…
Lots more on Monday…promise.
To be continued…
Hey there ‘Redheads… We’re only one installment away from the arbitrary milestone of 100 blogs. I’ve had a few of those recently…5000 hits, the one year mark, most grammatical errors, all of which have just been convenient excuses to fill this space with recycled content. Rest assured, the 100th installment will have…more conveniently recycled content than those. Only the best for you, my throng of fan (I leave off the “s” for…well, for accuracy *sigh*). In the meantime, let’s get on with 99.
So, for the first time ever, I’m bummed that I don’t live in New Jersey or Georgia. Sadly, my fortune cookie numbers failed to hit the $370 million lottery. These things have got to hit at some point. With fortunes like: “You will be fortunate in everything”, “There are coincidences”, and “God will give you everything you want”, how can I lose (I shit you not, these are actual fortunes I’ve gotten)? Perhaps things will turn around for me next year, the Year of the Jew. In order to increase my chances for the next big jackpot, I’m gonna move to Wisconsin and get a job at a meat recycling plant. I’m also going to age myself about 50 years and take up fishing. I had plans for that money. Actually, my plans didn’t extend much past answering the question about my plans for the money…two words: nuclear program. Oh well, so much for financial planning.
I saw a very cool movie over the weekend. Do yourself a favor and check out Black Snake Moan. Easily the better of the two Samuel L. Jackson snake movies. This is his best take-no-shit-bad-ass performance since Pulp Fiction. He plays a lovelorn southern farmer who finds Christina Ricci’s nubile nymphomaniac unconscious on the side of a dirt road and, in an attempt to keep her from further depraving herself, chains her to his radiator. Let the healing begin. This movie is equal parts engaging, disturbing, and darkly comic. And is not ruined by Justin Timberlake. If there’s any justice, we’ll see Mr. Jackson on stage at the Oscars, performing nominee for Best Song, “Bucket of Blood”.
Speaking of Sam Jackson, he’s probably the most prolific actor of our generation. He’s in everything. Without consulting IMDB (you’re gonna have to trust me on this one), here’s 10 off the top of my head, not including the 3 mentioned above:
Deep Blue Sea
Die Hard With a Vengeance
The 3 shitty Star Wars prequels
He’s also got small parts in Coming to America, Sea of Love, and Goodfellas. I’m thinking it’s time to put Kevin Bacon out to pasture and bring the 6 Motherfuckin’ Degrees of Samuel L. Jackson (patent pending) into the pop culture landscape. Feel free to play at home.
On Sunday, join your favorite amiable zany and fellow local funnymen, Jon Mumma and Danny Rouhier for the first ever stand-up showcase at the freshly birthed DC Improv Comedy Lounge. We’ll each be doing 30 minutes of our own brands of hilarity in an intimate atmosphere. So, come laugh at us up close for a mere $10. Click here. Be there.
To be continued…
Hey there ‘Redheads… Welcome to March. The month of the madness. One of the greatest sports months on the calendar, provided your sport is gambling on college basketball. This particular NCAA tourney will be extra special, because it’s the first time in 3 years that my Terps will be taking part. They’re a very convenient team to root for, because I already bleed red (we won’t discuss where the black and yellow come from). The only thing that stunk about last night’s drubbing of Duke, were the techinical difficulties suffered by ESPN. The last 5 minutes of the game had to be acted out by Scott Van Pelt and Stuart Scott doing shadow puppetry while Dick Vitale narrated because the video feed got screwed up. It went from HD to Orson Welles radio drama. Long story short: Fuck Duke.
Today-ish marks a comedic milestone for me. Stick a candle in a cupcake and wish me a happy comedy birthday. I’m five. Yes, it was the end of February 2002 when I went to my very first open mic at the now defunct comedy hole in the wall that was Wichester’s in Baltimore. If my memory serves me correctly, Mike Shader was the host that night. I had scribbled down what I thought was 5 minutes of material…turns out it translated into 3 nervous yammering minutes on stage. I have in front of me, the set list from that night. I’m happy to say, I don’t do any of those jokes anymore. Let me see if I can transcribe some of my embryonic chickenscratch for you…
Grandpa Izzy –> senile memoirs…wrote the first unauthorized autobiography, entitled Where The Hell Am I and Who The Hell Are You People? He claims he discovered irony, when he got fired from the unemployment office.
I have dyslexic amnesia…I have no memory of what’s about to happen to me.
I do alot of community service…every morning I hit the streets to provide the homeless with fresh…cardboard and sharpies. I teach them alliteration: Homeless, Hungry, Help. I also do work with the BFMSM…which is Bouquets For Median Strip Mexicans.
That’s the most I can piece together from the ancient text. Besides, I should leave some mysteries for comedic scholars to ponder when they open the shitty comedy wing of the Smithsonian. I think I’ve done well to walk upright in the stand-up world since then. In Jerry Seinfeld’s documentary, Comedian, he says that your age in comedy parallels the development of a child at that age. 5 years old…I’m pretty well potty trained, able to handle the shit that comes my way…and I say the darndest things, don’t I? Pretty soon, it’ll be time to go to school, whatever the hell that means. So, here’s to further development and unstunted growth. I’ve got some cool play dates coming up. Be sure to check out the show at the brand spankin’ new DC Improv Comedy Lounge on March 11th. Myself and two other funny little stinkers, Jon Mumma and Danny Rouhier, will be doing 30 minutes apiece. Come laugh at our fart jokes. Click here. Be there.
Speaking of cute kids, check out this video of my nephew, Mo…
Admit it…you just tried tickling the computer screen.
Also, a happy 30th birthday to DC comedy den mother, Amy Mumma. She had a humdinger of a party last Sunday at Chuck E. Cheese for adults, Dave & Buster’s. The comedy sewing circle in attendance had a grand time telling stories that cannot be reprinted here…let’s just say it was a gas (for those who were there: nudge nudge wink wink). And it better be 30 more years before I see Justin Schlegel’s yam bag with balloons tied to it again. Look for pictures from the event in a future installment…don’t worry, not of the aforementioned yam bag.
(UPDATE 3/02/07: Got ’em…here they are)
To be continued…
Hey there ‘Redheads… Happy National Chili Day to one and all. For those of you who get to this installment on the 23rd, Happy National Violent Indigestion Day. Let’s keep the well wishes a comin’…thanks to all of you who took the time to take a look around the premises that I put in the last installment. I got alot of positive and constructive feedback. The consensus favorite was the dictionary joke. Now, writing this tripe is one thing. Making it work on stage is quite another. I gave my first stab at the new material at Wiseacre’s the other night, in front of an audience that was only slightly plural. My delivery was jittery and I was too unfamiliar with the verbage to confidently sell it right. All things in time. If you’d like to see me blindly wave a stick at the comedy pinata, I’ll be at Ned Devine’s on Friday night and the Laughing Lizard on Saturday. May the sweet sweet candy of laughter rain down.
I’d also like to wish a bon voyage to Rory Scovel, who’s making the move to NYC and will, no doubt, find immediate work in show business…as Owen Wilson’s stunt double. As a last hurrah, the DC comedy community descended upon Kokopolis in Adams Morgan last Friday for all manner of libation, conversation, and congratulation. I was very ready for the first of those after spending nearly 45 minutes trying to find parking in the frozen downtown tundra. Kokopolis is a pretty mellow little hangout, complete with comfy couches, pool tables, and plenty of suds on tap. I got roped into a tag-team billiard match up with fellow Jewish comic, Leo Goodman to take on Andy Haynes and Jeff Maurer. You’d think with two Jews, we’d be familiar with the color of money, but we displayed the hand/eye coordination of Joe Cocker in the throes of a grand mal seizure. Blind luck and coincidental collision are what sunk most of our shots. Speaking of shots, many of those were sunk down many a comic’s gullet…it was a drunk drunk night. After the party broke up, I joined Jon and Amy Mumma for a trip to Jumbo Slice to soak up some of the evening’s liquid cheer. I can’t account for the taste, but Jon and I ripped through our respective slices like Takeru Kobayashi trying to defend his shit-on-a-shingle title. Make sure to look for Rory on an upcoming episode of Comedy Central’s Live At Gotham. Meanwhile, I’ll be doing the robot in front of the Best Buy security camera…look for that too.
And now, the news… Our top story tonight, Anna Nicole Smith is still dead. Here’s something that’s more than a little disturbing…did you know they still haven’t buried James Brown? He died on Christmas Day. That would be roughly two months ago. They had to expedite the hearings for custody of Anna Nicole because of her rapid decomposition and she died last week. James Brown has got to be funky, but this is ridiculous.
Here’s one last item that caught my eye…
WASHINGTON (Feb. 21) – Drugs prescribed to treat attention deficit hyperactivity disorder will include guides to alert patients and parents of the risks of mental and heart problems, including sudden death.
Now, I’m not a doctor but, it’s my understanding that when a possible side effect of a drug is death, IT CEASES TO BE MEDICATION. Slap a Mr. Yuck sticker on it and keep it away from the children. Are these the lengths we’ll go to in order to ignore the lure of shiny objects? “Geez doc, Johnny seems to have gone limp.” “Yes, but he slumped over on his geometry homework.” The article continues…
The alerts also cover psychiatric problems, such as hearing voices, unfounded suspicions and manic behavior, of which there is a slightly increased risk in patients who take the drugs, the FDA said.
Hearing voices. Unfounded suspicions. That’s exactly what we need in kids that lose focus easily. Y’know, given my druthers, I think I’d rather be distracted by SHIT I CAN SEE. And nothing quite like a paranoid delusion to keep junior in his room with his nose to the grindstone. If you’re not careful, this’ll end up being his next book report…
Only two weeks left for you to get your tickets for the first ever local stand-up showcase at the DC Improv Comedy Lounge. Jon Mumma, Danny Rouhier, and your favorite amiable zany in an intimate setting. Doesn’t get much hotter. March 11th. Click here. Be there.
To be continued…