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New glasses.

It started out normal…

Also. How freaky is this morph thing? Hypnotic and horrifying.

The era of the pink glasses must soon end, I believe. Below, some replacement options under consideration. Do you have a preference for what you would like to look at on my face?

Eeny.

Meeny.

Miney.

Moe.

Waddya think?

polythene-sam:

fuckyeaharresteddevelopment:

skinaybetty:hammerito:banalitycheck:nbaoffseason:thegreg:joemuto:

Dustin Hoffman and Jason Bateman on the kiss-cam at the Lakers game last night.

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LOL WHAT

Look at the lady next to them looking at the jumbotron. You are one foot away. Look to your right.

Just back from the above-titled show at Chop Suey. Laff Hole is put on biweekly by the People’s Republic of Komedy, who also do a weekly open mic, which I’ll be going to on Friday. Feeling out the local scene. Starting to meet other aspiring comics and remember their names and vice versa. Someone remembered my set from Comedy Underground on Monday, which made me feel a little embarrassed, since I fucked up the end of that set. But if they’re at PROK on Friday, they’ll see take two.

My major note for the show:  ”Laff Hole featured one woman, and the joke of her sketch was someone beating her.”

Seriously, y’all. Comedy. 87.5% dudes. At least, that was tonight’s performance percentage. At open mic, there tend to be more ladies. 

I was impressed by how much material everyone had worked up and how comfortable they were in their stage space. Laff Hole showcases people who have clocked their hours. So, even when I don’t necessarily feel into someone’s style of comedy, I still respect that they’ve put in the time and worked at it. 

A very good read, especially as an exploration of the state of comedy venues. 

When I woke up yesterday morning and looked at what I had prepared for open mic, I felt unsatisfied. It was too rambly, didn’t have enough of the little punches that I tend to use. So, I worked over those three minutes all day. For, like, 5 hours, at least. By the time I needed to catch the bus downtown, I had something totally other from what I had before. And this change-up led to me learning a valuable lesson. More on that in a second.

Got to the club, had a beer, the cool group of dudes from last week showed up. I learned their names. We signed up to perform and sat down. The manager decided to run the show guy-girl-guy-girl, so I got to go up about midway through, since that rotation expires pretty quickly. 

I started my set. Briefly tried to pull the mic out but was a bit afraid of harming the set-up like last week and getting a reputation, so I just leaned timidly into the mic stand, which, you know, is bad. Set set set. Did about 10 seconds of standing there in the middle of it to make people uncomfortable. Then, when it got to the end joke, I completely blanked. I had reached the funniest part, and I had no idea where this was going. So, I wrapped up, ended on a soft laugh, and sat down.

Even after I sat down, it took me, like, a half hour to remember what I had meant to say at the end of that set. Also, I had a headache. 

A couple of the guys in the group killed and did some crowd work, and I was really impressed, since I tend to get stuck in This Is My One Woman Show mode. 

I wasn’t upset about my set, just confused. But I think that I learned something about how my brain works, and that is that I really need to sleep on material. Let those neural pathways soak overnight. It’s okay to make tweaky changes day of, but not the entire set. So, that’s fine.

I’m doing People’s Republic of Koffee on Friday, so I’ll get the chance to do this same set again, with the final punchline this time. Also, the dudes, who need some sort of collective name, were saying that sets at PROK run 5-6 minutes, so I’ll get the opportunity to push together my MaxFunCon stuff and last night’s hobbly broken stuff. And I’m looking forward to trying out a new venue.

polythene-sam:

flipyeahflightoftheconchords:

“…And I just land there and spooned you.”

-Jemaine Clement

Bahahaha who drew this?  It’s great.  :D

Am seriously considering spending 30 seconds of tomorrow’s 3-minute open mic time just staring at the audience and then cashing in on a moment of uncomfortable laughter when I speak again. 

Too cheap?

Phone conversation with my mom:

Me: I meant to call Dad while he was out here [on Pacific time], but I was busy during the evenings.

Mom: Well, I think he was out to dinner with clients anyway.

Me: See? He doesn’t need me.

Mom: No. But you’re always good for a laugh or two.

WTF with Marc Maron: “Episode 75 - Carlos Mencia”

If you’re interested in comedy, you should be listening to WTF with Marc Maron. This show digs in, guys. Okay. Like, you know how you only listen to comedian episodes of Fresh Air? Or like how I only listen to comedian episodes of Fresh Air? Well, now you can just say fuck Fresh Air and listen to Marc Maron have way less annoying conversations. Like this one with Carlos Mencia, for example. Now, I have basically zero interest in Carlos Mencia’s work or material. However, as Maron notes, Mencia has a reputation for joke thievery. And Maron has a conversation with him about that reputation. And it’s good. Oh, it’s good.