Think About It

Mom's one of those people who thinks that today's generation doesn't know what real entertainment is...this is coming from someone who grew up listening to ventriloquism on the radio.

rock on,

aitch

The Pressure Is On

A few months ago, Josie and I had a couple over for dinner. Things went well and a month later, we went to their home for dinner.

It was a disaster.

Don't get me wrong, we had a great time, talking, playing games, and dinner. Actually, dinner was the problem. They obviously spent a lot more time and imagination in putting together the menu than we had done. They put us to shame. (Due to my memory issues, I can't remember what made theirs so great...Josie will fill in details in comment section when she gets home).

This Thursday is "Redemption Thursday."

They are coming over again. I've been thinking about what to serve.

Anyone know where I can find a Komodo Dragon?

Rock On,



Aitch

Television Without Pity circa 1974

I was watching a rerun of The Odd Couple, which may be my favorite sit-com of all time, last night. Haven't seen one in a while, but was reminded how lazy the writers were.

How many different ways did Oscar and Felix meet again?

Actually, I looked it up.

It's really bizarre how many big errors they made. I'd love to ask the writers if it was cause they didn't care or cause they were stoned.

Rock On,

Aitch

A Mediocre Post

Thanks to a comment on this post, I thought I'd share my experience on a show I performed on tonight....

Though the crowd was kinda small, the MC, Joanne Filan did a good job in trying to get them going.

The comics did their best, the only one who got a majority of the 12 people laughing was Nick Cobb (at least until I left), a very funny guy. It prolly helped that he did some crowd work to open his set.

I was intent on just doing some newish material ... not really worrying about crowd response (as I'm already committed to it) - just wanted to work on timing. Went okay.

And, there you have it...

Rock On,

Aitch

Final Warning

This is an open letter to all my enemies -

Dear All My Enemies,

This is your last chance. I am going to check out various gyms for their classes in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu next week. I hope to begin classes in two weeks.

One thing - since BJJ is better when fought on the ground, I'd appreciate if you'd accept my invitation to begin our fights on all fours.

Thank you,

Rock On,

Aitch

When The Cat's Away, The Mice Shall Eat Bizarre Foods

So Josie's off to Georgia for an outdoor wedding this weekend (ugh) so I got the place to myself (and Stewie)...You know what that means!!!

That's right! Wild Boar Sausage...made from "feral swine."

Certainly not the oddest thing I've eaten.

By the way, the fact that I'm eating this only when Josie is not around is prolly one of the main reasons why married men live longer than single men.

Food review this weekend!

Rock On,

Aitch

Just Another Day

So new Temp Guy talks to himself...a lot. And he'll do so while punctuating his internal/external thoughts with arm movements. Kinda weird when he's walking around the office but, eh, who cares. Maybe he's a comic rehearsing his latest bit.

Yesterday, the security dude from the lobby came up to talk to my boss. Apparently, Temp Guy paces down there as well while doing the whole talking and waving his arms thing. Visitors entering the building are looking at him strange.

Love to see a tape of that.

Rock On,

Aitch