Saddened by yesterday’s terrorist attack at Ft. Hood, Texas... We turn on the TV today only to met with the shocking news of another mass shooting in Orlando...
The spin started quickly last night... As officials scrambled to get our minds off the Ft. Hood shooter’s name and religion... Some officials may also have taken note of the fact that Fox News pre-empted the Glen Beck Show to provide continuing coverage of the tragedy...
Today officials in a quandary were still needed to provide cover of the Muslim angle to the story... Why didn’t the military pick up on this guy’s postings and opinions and do something about him???
Would it be Politically Correct to blame Political Correctness??? The hands of the people who might have done something about it... Effectively tied by the same officials now scrambling to cover the Muslim angle to the story...
In today’s 24hour news cycle... The best way to cover a headline is to provide a new one...
Enter J-Rod into the story... And some of today’s usual moral relevance... You see they’ll say... Even non-Muslims perpetrate heinous acts against innocent people... Was someone whispering in his ear to shoot up his former workplace??? I don’t think we can make that assumption can we...
Most likely he shot it up too early in the day to pre-empt Beck again today... BUT was it copycat act???
Is it enough cover to give officials trying spin over the Muslim angle of the story???
Well, maybe... But today’s shooter was un-employed and bankrupt... So can it be spun back onto the failed stimulus package and the 10.2% unemployment rate???
The only thing we can count on is continued government BS... And then it’ll happen again...
Friday, November 6, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Don't Tell Me...
I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness
But all that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess
If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me, I'm having lots of fun
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
Dressed in coveralls… I look just like that Homer Simpson clown
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this comic down
So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doing fine
You can always find me here and having quite a time
Don’t forget tonight’s the end of daylight saving time
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
Shaving once a week, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
‘Cuz I’m working nights
“DO NOT DISTURB” hanging on the door…
I’m sleeping all day long… But always needing more
My shoes are no longer accustomed to the hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
But all that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess
If I were walking in your shoes I wouldn't worry none
While you and your friends are worrying 'bout me, I'm having lots of fun
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
Dressed in coveralls… I look just like that Homer Simpson clown
As long as I can dream it's hard to slow this comic down
So please don't give a thought to me I'm really doing fine
You can always find me here and having quite a time
Don’t forget tonight’s the end of daylight saving time
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
Shaving once a week, I know I look a fright
Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light
‘Cuz I’m working nights
“DO NOT DISTURB” hanging on the door…
I’m sleeping all day long… But always needing more
My shoes are no longer accustomed to the hard concrete
So I must go back to my room and make my day complete
Drinking Red Bull and climbing the walls
That don't bother me at all
I’m blogging till dawn with the World Series 1 to 1
Eating cheetos and watching Internet Porn
So don't tell me I've nothing to do
Shine on Halloween Moon
Pultneyville, NY 2107… Sitting on Lake Road just west of the Hamlet of Pultneyville in the Town of Williamson, NY, Lakeside Cemetery is the final resting place of many interesting and colorful characters, from 18th and19th century Pultneyville Mariners, Civil War heroes, and hard working regular folks who forged a living from the land at a time when Pultneyville was still considered the western edge of the American frontier, to some of the newer residents including the famous author Eileen Loveman, who past away at the ripe old age of one hundred and twenty.
The spare parts she gleaned from her four children added many years to her life. Several of Eileen’s many books had even become the basis of some Hollywood movies. Eileen is buried beside her husband, Steve ”The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli, a well known nationally, touring comedian.
While fulfilling his life long dream of filming a live TV special for HBO, Steve’s life had been tragically ended onstage, while telling jokes about his ex-wife’s fat ass.
Shot by his ex-wife… “As she screamed, RUINED YOUR LIFE??? RUINED YOUR LIFE???? You think my fat ass is funny??? You want a blowjob??? How about if I just blow you away, Asshole!!!”
Taken away kicking and screaming she was sent to a gulag in Siberia, sentenced to becoming a vegetarian, she didn’t eat meat, but had no limit on Oreos. She was never heard from again.
The comedy world mourned the loss of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” and each year since his death they have held an Annual Ex-Wife Bash in his honor on the anniversary of his death.
The Pultneyville Historical Society Annual Halloween evening tours had grown through the years into a time when the locals could come to learn some history and visit a long gone relative or two, with many people through the years, even traveling from the nearby city of Rochester to partake of the festivities.
Guided through the cemetery by a member of the Historical Society, the visitors are met along the path by some of the Lakeside Cemetery’s more colorful inhabitants, played of course by other members of the Historical society.
Never a frightful Halloween event, the evening tours through the cemetery had always been considered a wholesome and safe family event and though the candles used to light the path had long ago been replaced by flashlights, the tradition of the evening tours that has continued strong all these years now seems threatened to finally becoming to an end... Not an end to the Halloween tradition of visiting the cemetery... But no longer are the crowds satisfied with seeing someone in costume playing a ghost.
For some strange and unexplainable things have begun to happen as the now huge crowds have filed in. Several witnesses have reported seeing the gravestone of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli begin to glow an eerie, radioactive green against the pitch, black darkness of the late October evening sky.
Drawn to the light, the large crowds approach eagerly, but it’s not a member of the Pultneyville Historical Society they find there. Soon they are consumed by uncontrollable laughter and an inability to breath, for it’s truly the ghost of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli!!!
Awakened from his slumber by the gathering of people, the numbers of which he had never seen while on stage... He never could resist an audience...
Well, summer’s over... It’s kind of depressing isn’t it??? It’s not all bad, though… How many people have kids away at college??? How many of you at least THOUGHT about doing it on the kitchen table the day they left???
How many Italians do we have here tonight??? You know a lot of people ask me if doing comedy is hard... I tell 'em... Minga, my last name is Natarelli... I grew up thinking it was normal to talk loud and draw attention to myself.
I really loved my grandmother... I think I'm going to grow a moustache... So I look just like her. (She told me when I got here, she never really liked that one.)
The whole time we'd be waiting in line ...SISTER MARY MISERABLE would be marching up and down telling us, if we talked in church we'd go to hell ...I always wanted to ask her ...Then why don't you SHUT THE FUCK UP??? You haven't stopped talking since we got here!!! (She’s still talking and guess what??? SHE AIN’T UP HERE!!!)
YEAH, I GOT SOME FUCKIN’ ISSUES... But talking in church ain’t one of ‘em... I've spent my time in hell ...I was in the nuclear power business for 30 years.
Elections are coming so health care is back in the news… We better hope laughter really is the best medicine… If we expect the politicians to do anything about it… Hell, the Democrats are letting Nurse Nancy Ratchet write the healthcare bill…
Do you think the Democrats really care whether you live or die??? Hell, dead people vote for the Democrats every election!!! What’s that tell ya???
Guys, you want your wife to get up early and fix breakfast before you leave for work in the morning??? Write a will... I’ve had bacon & eggs with a side of chest pains every morning, after I wrote mine...
How many people here tonight… Are from Wayne County??? You know sometimes all I have to do is SAY Wayne County to get a laugh... I wish comedy was always that easy...
Consider the irony of building a nuclear power plant in… Wayne County… Where the only thing anybody understands about the theory of relativity is... Everybody’s a FUCKIN’ RELATIVE!!!
I wanted to diversify the gene pool... So my wife was from Long Island… Her mother didn’t appreciate it when I offered to put in-law accommodations in our barn... What, sleeping on straw with smelly animals was… Ok, for the Baby Jesus... But was NOT OK for my mother in-law???
But the Mormons have this Bigamy thing going for them, too... Talk about hell on earth... I MEAN COME ON GUYS HOW MANY WIVES DO WE REALLY NEED TO TELL US HOW TO CHANGE A FUCKIN' LIGHT BULB??? It ain’t nuclear physics, btw!!!
I'm drinkin' tonite, because my wife is driving... Drivin’ me FUCKIN’ CRAZY!!!
When I was younger I never wanted kids... But now that I’m dead I can appreciate the importance of having a house full of them... ‘Cuz ya never know when you gonna need a spare part... NO!!! Not that part!!! I mean a kidney... Or a lung... Have enough kids... You might live forever...
I was screwed... All my kids were step kids… Their organs didn’t match... My wife got the kidney, the lung AND ALL THE MONEY!!!
So I told him I had three dogs... He said, “Do you breed dogs???” I said not unless you count when I was doing my ex-wife... She was a bitch!!!
I remember one Saturday morning I got up... The house was a madhouse... Dog barkin’, kid screamin’... All I wanted was the milk for my cheerios... But when my ex-wife bent over to get something from the refrigerator... I said, “YOU FAT ASS, YOU RUINED MY FUCKIN' LIFE!!!”
Slaying them with jokes… He kills them with laughter from the grave, as his ghost dances with his light sabre in hand like a hologram across the evening sky.
Laughing loud enough to wake the rest of the dead, the crowd roars in approval as Steve wonders aloud, who says you can’t do a gig outside??? If you’re gonna die laughing... Ya might as well do it here!!!
As the show draws to a close Steve thanks them for coming... Never one to over play an audience, he invites them back next year...
'Cuz you know what they say... Once you've had BLACK LAB... YOU ALWAYS COME BACK!!!
The spare parts she gleaned from her four children added many years to her life. Several of Eileen’s many books had even become the basis of some Hollywood movies. Eileen is buried beside her husband, Steve ”The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli, a well known nationally, touring comedian.
While fulfilling his life long dream of filming a live TV special for HBO, Steve’s life had been tragically ended onstage, while telling jokes about his ex-wife’s fat ass.
Shot by his ex-wife… “As she screamed, RUINED YOUR LIFE??? RUINED YOUR LIFE???? You think my fat ass is funny??? You want a blowjob??? How about if I just blow you away, Asshole!!!”
Taken away kicking and screaming she was sent to a gulag in Siberia, sentenced to becoming a vegetarian, she didn’t eat meat, but had no limit on Oreos. She was never heard from again.
The comedy world mourned the loss of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” and each year since his death they have held an Annual Ex-Wife Bash in his honor on the anniversary of his death.
The Pultneyville Historical Society Annual Halloween evening tours had grown through the years into a time when the locals could come to learn some history and visit a long gone relative or two, with many people through the years, even traveling from the nearby city of Rochester to partake of the festivities.
Guided through the cemetery by a member of the Historical Society, the visitors are met along the path by some of the Lakeside Cemetery’s more colorful inhabitants, played of course by other members of the Historical society.
Never a frightful Halloween event, the evening tours through the cemetery had always been considered a wholesome and safe family event and though the candles used to light the path had long ago been replaced by flashlights, the tradition of the evening tours that has continued strong all these years now seems threatened to finally becoming to an end... Not an end to the Halloween tradition of visiting the cemetery... But no longer are the crowds satisfied with seeing someone in costume playing a ghost.
For some strange and unexplainable things have begun to happen as the now huge crowds have filed in. Several witnesses have reported seeing the gravestone of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli begin to glow an eerie, radioactive green against the pitch, black darkness of the late October evening sky.
Drawn to the light, the large crowds approach eagerly, but it’s not a member of the Pultneyville Historical Society they find there. Soon they are consumed by uncontrollable laughter and an inability to breath, for it’s truly the ghost of Steve “The Nuclear Guy” Natarelli!!!
Awakened from his slumber by the gathering of people, the numbers of which he had never seen while on stage... He never could resist an audience...
Well, summer’s over... It’s kind of depressing isn’t it??? It’s not all bad, though… How many people have kids away at college??? How many of you at least THOUGHT about doing it on the kitchen table the day they left???
How many Italians do we have here tonight??? You know a lot of people ask me if doing comedy is hard... I tell 'em... Minga, my last name is Natarelli... I grew up thinking it was normal to talk loud and draw attention to myself.
I really loved my grandmother... I think I'm going to grow a moustache... So I look just like her. (She told me when I got here, she never really liked that one.)
The whole time we'd be waiting in line ...SISTER MARY MISERABLE would be marching up and down telling us, if we talked in church we'd go to hell ...I always wanted to ask her ...Then why don't you SHUT THE FUCK UP??? You haven't stopped talking since we got here!!! (She’s still talking and guess what??? SHE AIN’T UP HERE!!!)
YEAH, I GOT SOME FUCKIN’ ISSUES... But talking in church ain’t one of ‘em... I've spent my time in hell ...I was in the nuclear power business for 30 years.
Elections are coming so health care is back in the news… We better hope laughter really is the best medicine… If we expect the politicians to do anything about it… Hell, the Democrats are letting Nurse Nancy Ratchet write the healthcare bill…
Do you think the Democrats really care whether you live or die??? Hell, dead people vote for the Democrats every election!!! What’s that tell ya???
Guys, you want your wife to get up early and fix breakfast before you leave for work in the morning??? Write a will... I’ve had bacon & eggs with a side of chest pains every morning, after I wrote mine...
How many people here tonight… Are from Wayne County??? You know sometimes all I have to do is SAY Wayne County to get a laugh... I wish comedy was always that easy...
Consider the irony of building a nuclear power plant in… Wayne County… Where the only thing anybody understands about the theory of relativity is... Everybody’s a FUCKIN’ RELATIVE!!!
I wanted to diversify the gene pool... So my wife was from Long Island… Her mother didn’t appreciate it when I offered to put in-law accommodations in our barn... What, sleeping on straw with smelly animals was… Ok, for the Baby Jesus... But was NOT OK for my mother in-law???
But the Mormons have this Bigamy thing going for them, too... Talk about hell on earth... I MEAN COME ON GUYS HOW MANY WIVES DO WE REALLY NEED TO TELL US HOW TO CHANGE A FUCKIN' LIGHT BULB??? It ain’t nuclear physics, btw!!!
I'm drinkin' tonite, because my wife is driving... Drivin’ me FUCKIN’ CRAZY!!!
When I was younger I never wanted kids... But now that I’m dead I can appreciate the importance of having a house full of them... ‘Cuz ya never know when you gonna need a spare part... NO!!! Not that part!!! I mean a kidney... Or a lung... Have enough kids... You might live forever...
I was screwed... All my kids were step kids… Their organs didn’t match... My wife got the kidney, the lung AND ALL THE MONEY!!!
So I told him I had three dogs... He said, “Do you breed dogs???” I said not unless you count when I was doing my ex-wife... She was a bitch!!!
I remember one Saturday morning I got up... The house was a madhouse... Dog barkin’, kid screamin’... All I wanted was the milk for my cheerios... But when my ex-wife bent over to get something from the refrigerator... I said, “YOU FAT ASS, YOU RUINED MY FUCKIN' LIFE!!!”
Slaying them with jokes… He kills them with laughter from the grave, as his ghost dances with his light sabre in hand like a hologram across the evening sky.
Laughing loud enough to wake the rest of the dead, the crowd roars in approval as Steve wonders aloud, who says you can’t do a gig outside??? If you’re gonna die laughing... Ya might as well do it here!!!
As the show draws to a close Steve thanks them for coming... Never one to over play an audience, he invites them back next year...
'Cuz you know what they say... Once you've had BLACK LAB... YOU ALWAYS COME BACK!!!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Gales of November Came Early
The wind has finally subsided tonight as I sit to write this and while the skies are still gray… It blew pretty hard off the lake for the past few days while this blog was fermenting in my mind… The forecast for the weekend is showing some promise…
Checking my calendar I am staring at a short window of time to get the house and yard ready for the Lake Ontario winter weather… I’ll be heading to western Pennsylvania for three weeks of nuclear contract work the middle of this month and hope to have everything finished before I leave… Kind of hard to do when the weather says stay inside…
Sadly, I did manage get outside long enough put my boat and motor (floating chair and beer cooler) away for the winter… In western NY now, it looks like we’ll have to endure another long season of beers watching the Bills make the same mistakes week after week, while we scream drunken F-Bombs at our TV’s…
Home from a successful weekend at the Warwick, RI Comedy Zone… The early arrival of the Gales of November with their accompanying gray skies and my mood has been just as gray… Funny thing about this crazy life I have adopted… It’s always the next show I find myself looking towards… But a light November and December schedule accompanied by high winds and rainy weather blew most of the good feelings from last weekend away…
If I had been busy outside there’d have been less time to ruminate on the light schedule… Well, maybe staying inside really was a case of heavenly intervention to put me in the right place (in front of my computer) at the right time… As I’ve added three shows today… The most interesting of which may prove to be the strip club in Bedford, NH I’m booked to headline November 6th… Can’t wait to blog about that one!!!
I’ll be booking and taking along my own feature act that night… So now we’ll see who actually reads my blogs…
The calendar is still far from full, but there’s some hope now, of more work coming my way from several bookers on a regular basis soon…
And that gray mood that arrived with the early Gales of November???
That’s been blown away quicker than a stripper…
And something tells me the title of this blog shouldn’t really be “….Came Early”.
Checking my calendar I am staring at a short window of time to get the house and yard ready for the Lake Ontario winter weather… I’ll be heading to western Pennsylvania for three weeks of nuclear contract work the middle of this month and hope to have everything finished before I leave… Kind of hard to do when the weather says stay inside…
Sadly, I did manage get outside long enough put my boat and motor (floating chair and beer cooler) away for the winter… In western NY now, it looks like we’ll have to endure another long season of beers watching the Bills make the same mistakes week after week, while we scream drunken F-Bombs at our TV’s…
Home from a successful weekend at the Warwick, RI Comedy Zone… The early arrival of the Gales of November with their accompanying gray skies and my mood has been just as gray… Funny thing about this crazy life I have adopted… It’s always the next show I find myself looking towards… But a light November and December schedule accompanied by high winds and rainy weather blew most of the good feelings from last weekend away…
If I had been busy outside there’d have been less time to ruminate on the light schedule… Well, maybe staying inside really was a case of heavenly intervention to put me in the right place (in front of my computer) at the right time… As I’ve added three shows today… The most interesting of which may prove to be the strip club in Bedford, NH I’m booked to headline November 6th… Can’t wait to blog about that one!!!
I’ll be booking and taking along my own feature act that night… So now we’ll see who actually reads my blogs…
The calendar is still far from full, but there’s some hope now, of more work coming my way from several bookers on a regular basis soon…
And that gray mood that arrived with the early Gales of November???
That’s been blown away quicker than a stripper…
And something tells me the title of this blog shouldn’t really be “….Came Early”.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Continuing Life Lessons...
Ok, fresh from rocking the house at the Comedy Zone in Warwick, RI with Headliner Tony Tone last night…I’m back from the hotel breakfast buffet and ready to pontificate… Maybe I should just regurgitate after all the food I just ate???
I’ll definitely be heading to the hotel fitness room for some time on the treadmill when I finish checking with all of you… If I go now I’m liable to get a cramp, as they say…
Two more shows tonight 8pm and 10pm… I’ll need a nap this afternoon, too… Because tonight I intend on pushing against the edges of the envelope… I don’t think I’ll tear it… But it might not return to its normal shape after the stretching I am prepared to give it…
On Sunday’s drive home I’m planning a stop at the Submarine museum in Groton, CT… while I would love to spend some time there with Eileen… I think it will be an interesting walk back in time for me to make alone, too…
I’ve written a few pieces about my service time… Looking back now it’s interesting to see it from the perspective of time… A lifetime ago… We were young, cocksure and immortal then… I look back now forgetting the hardships and remembering it as some of the best times of my life…
Though the comedy calendar for the rest of the year is a bit sparse… The constant battle to keep it as full and profitable as possible being probably the major outside source of the stress I spoke about yesterday…Admittedly the rest comes from the stress I add myself… Internalized stress can eat up… Luckily for me I’ve never been one to hold much of it in… I don’t think Eileen always feels lucky about that though… Maybe that’s why she bought me a big suitcase for Christmas last year… J
Venting it unconstructively though hasn’t much helped reduce it… So tonight I plan on channeling it to the outer edges of the proverbial envelope I spoke about earlier…
I do have a gig booked at The Polish Club in Herkimer, NY Booked by Headliner Don Adams, a one time Herkimer resident now living in Florida… We’ll be working with Jon Hausman as the MC… It should be a fun show.
October 13 – November 3 will find me at the Beaver Valley Nuclear Power Plant for three weeks of contract work… While I’m looking forward to the nice pay checks that accompany it… I had to opt out of two gigs previously booked… L
November 13 – 14 is the Grand Opening Weekend of the new Bonkerz Comedy Club at the Hampton Inn in Colchester, VT… I’ll be opening three shows for Headliner Artie Fletcher and I’m pretty excited about that…
November 21 finds me closer to home at the Livonia, NY Volunteer Fire Department Annual Awards Dinner with Dan Maslyn… I love those kinds of shows and December 18 I’ll be doing another for the Mahopac, NY Volunteer Fire Department Christmas Party with Mike “Mack” McKenna and MC Eileen Loveman!!!
Yes, she’s sleeping with me for stage time… Ok, it’s out there now for the world to see… No sense hiding it… I just wish she didn’t snore…
So while there are a lot of open dates on the calendar… The ones that are filled, promise to be fun filled and I’ll continue to try and fill some more open dates… Bookers are you reading this??? Maybe we’ll take a trip to NYC after the show in Carmel, NY???
Though the weekend before Christmas in NYC might not be as low stress as I might be hoping for…
Thanks for stopping by…
I’ll definitely be heading to the hotel fitness room for some time on the treadmill when I finish checking with all of you… If I go now I’m liable to get a cramp, as they say…
Two more shows tonight 8pm and 10pm… I’ll need a nap this afternoon, too… Because tonight I intend on pushing against the edges of the envelope… I don’t think I’ll tear it… But it might not return to its normal shape after the stretching I am prepared to give it…
On Sunday’s drive home I’m planning a stop at the Submarine museum in Groton, CT… while I would love to spend some time there with Eileen… I think it will be an interesting walk back in time for me to make alone, too…
I’ve written a few pieces about my service time… Looking back now it’s interesting to see it from the perspective of time… A lifetime ago… We were young, cocksure and immortal then… I look back now forgetting the hardships and remembering it as some of the best times of my life…
Though the comedy calendar for the rest of the year is a bit sparse… The constant battle to keep it as full and profitable as possible being probably the major outside source of the stress I spoke about yesterday…Admittedly the rest comes from the stress I add myself… Internalized stress can eat up… Luckily for me I’ve never been one to hold much of it in… I don’t think Eileen always feels lucky about that though… Maybe that’s why she bought me a big suitcase for Christmas last year… J
Venting it unconstructively though hasn’t much helped reduce it… So tonight I plan on channeling it to the outer edges of the proverbial envelope I spoke about earlier…
I do have a gig booked at The Polish Club in Herkimer, NY Booked by Headliner Don Adams, a one time Herkimer resident now living in Florida… We’ll be working with Jon Hausman as the MC… It should be a fun show.
October 13 – November 3 will find me at the Beaver Valley Nuclear Power Plant for three weeks of contract work… While I’m looking forward to the nice pay checks that accompany it… I had to opt out of two gigs previously booked… L
November 13 – 14 is the Grand Opening Weekend of the new Bonkerz Comedy Club at the Hampton Inn in Colchester, VT… I’ll be opening three shows for Headliner Artie Fletcher and I’m pretty excited about that…
November 21 finds me closer to home at the Livonia, NY Volunteer Fire Department Annual Awards Dinner with Dan Maslyn… I love those kinds of shows and December 18 I’ll be doing another for the Mahopac, NY Volunteer Fire Department Christmas Party with Mike “Mack” McKenna and MC Eileen Loveman!!!
Yes, she’s sleeping with me for stage time… Ok, it’s out there now for the world to see… No sense hiding it… I just wish she didn’t snore…
So while there are a lot of open dates on the calendar… The ones that are filled, promise to be fun filled and I’ll continue to try and fill some more open dates… Bookers are you reading this??? Maybe we’ll take a trip to NYC after the show in Carmel, NY???
Though the weekend before Christmas in NYC might not be as low stress as I might be hoping for…
Thanks for stopping by…
Friday, September 25, 2009
Life Lessons from the Road
Boldly promising a blog by the end of the weekend today… Forces me to sit myself before my laptop now in an effort to begin the search for coherent thoughts that can be linked together… Lately the pace I’ve been trying to maintain has blocked much of that effort…
Constantly working the email lines to try to keep my calendar filled, obviously keeps me on the road when I’m successful… When I am home I’m trying to keep up with yard work and other chores that have been “piling up”…
There have been lots of fleeting thoughts zinging through the empty space between my ears… They usually appear while I’m doing 70mph… I’ve even managed to add a few new jokes to some of bits…
But am I having enough coherent thoughts to link together into a blog??? Granted sometimes I’m tired and maybe a little road weary… It’s easy then to say… “Well, I’ll write it later”… But when you’re packing up the car every morning during a string of one-nighter’s… Sometimes later doesn’t come…
This weekend I’m in Warwick, Rhode Island for Comedy Zone… Friday and Saturday three shows… I won’t have to pack the car again until Sunday… It’s my first time performing in Rhode Island and my first time working for Comedy Zone… So though I’ll need a nap shortly before getting ready I thought I’d at least start a blog… Maybe it’ll be a “to be continued” weekend project???
Stopping in Schenectady, NY Wednesday night for a Comic Syndrome open mic at The Union Inn on my way to Rhode Island it was good to see some familiar faces…
The place was full and though most of the patrons weren’t there initially to see comedy… They paid surprisingly good attention to most of the show… It turned out to be a fun evening… One I certainly needed…
I titled this “Life Lessons from the Road” because spending a lot of time alone in my car lately has given me time to reflect on a lot of things… Sometimes the hardest lessons are the ones we learn about ourselves…
Especially during times of stress… Sometimes the stress may be only coming from inside us… Sometimes it’s outside forces and other pressures… Sometimes it’s a combination… How we respond to it will determine what we learn from it…
Long hours alone in the car eventually leave no where to hide from our thoughts… Honest reflection makes things painfully honest where a tune up is needed… It usually ain’t “the other guy” who needs it…
The Bible says, “As a man thinks in his heart, so he is.” I’m paraphrasing, but sometimes we need to remember to think about what is really important… Forgetting that sometimes opens the door to a lot of extra stress we don’t need… There’s enough out there already… And this is enough blog already…
Actually the path I was going to take this thought just detoured out of my head… So it must mean it is time for a pre-game nap, some exercise, a shave & shower… And its SHOWTIME!!!
I’ll be back later… Ya’ll come back later, too…
Constantly working the email lines to try to keep my calendar filled, obviously keeps me on the road when I’m successful… When I am home I’m trying to keep up with yard work and other chores that have been “piling up”…
There have been lots of fleeting thoughts zinging through the empty space between my ears… They usually appear while I’m doing 70mph… I’ve even managed to add a few new jokes to some of bits…
But am I having enough coherent thoughts to link together into a blog??? Granted sometimes I’m tired and maybe a little road weary… It’s easy then to say… “Well, I’ll write it later”… But when you’re packing up the car every morning during a string of one-nighter’s… Sometimes later doesn’t come…
This weekend I’m in Warwick, Rhode Island for Comedy Zone… Friday and Saturday three shows… I won’t have to pack the car again until Sunday… It’s my first time performing in Rhode Island and my first time working for Comedy Zone… So though I’ll need a nap shortly before getting ready I thought I’d at least start a blog… Maybe it’ll be a “to be continued” weekend project???
Stopping in Schenectady, NY Wednesday night for a Comic Syndrome open mic at The Union Inn on my way to Rhode Island it was good to see some familiar faces…
The place was full and though most of the patrons weren’t there initially to see comedy… They paid surprisingly good attention to most of the show… It turned out to be a fun evening… One I certainly needed…
I titled this “Life Lessons from the Road” because spending a lot of time alone in my car lately has given me time to reflect on a lot of things… Sometimes the hardest lessons are the ones we learn about ourselves…
Especially during times of stress… Sometimes the stress may be only coming from inside us… Sometimes it’s outside forces and other pressures… Sometimes it’s a combination… How we respond to it will determine what we learn from it…
Long hours alone in the car eventually leave no where to hide from our thoughts… Honest reflection makes things painfully honest where a tune up is needed… It usually ain’t “the other guy” who needs it…
The Bible says, “As a man thinks in his heart, so he is.” I’m paraphrasing, but sometimes we need to remember to think about what is really important… Forgetting that sometimes opens the door to a lot of extra stress we don’t need… There’s enough out there already… And this is enough blog already…
Actually the path I was going to take this thought just detoured out of my head… So it must mean it is time for a pre-game nap, some exercise, a shave & shower… And its SHOWTIME!!!
I’ll be back later… Ya’ll come back later, too…
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Wayne County Scream Your Head Off News!!!
Pultneyville – We interrupt your regularly scheduled day with this breaking news!!!
Emergency workers responding in Pultneyville today found themselves part of a grizzly scene… According to the lone survivor of the event… Five adults, three dogs and a cat were eaten alive by a two inch, crazed field mouse… The mouse is still on the loose and considered to be dangerous… Please exercise caution and be sure to scream loudly, if you happen to sight the renegade mouse…
The lone survivor of this horrific event… A Long Island woman named Alice, who saved herself by jumping onto a kitchen counter… Unable to reach the phone to call 911… She summoned emergency workers to her home by emitting the most blood-curdling scream heard in the history of Wayne County emergency services…
Taking a page from the fishermen at the nearby marina describing the fish that got away… The Long Island woman described the mouse as ten feet long, with glistening white teeth… “The better to eat you with, my dear”, she claimed the mouse had told her…
While not directly involved in the attack Alice’s husband suffered a mild heart attack upon hearing her screams… But is now resting comfortably behind a sound proof door…
Now back to the war in Afghanistan…
Emergency workers responding in Pultneyville today found themselves part of a grizzly scene… According to the lone survivor of the event… Five adults, three dogs and a cat were eaten alive by a two inch, crazed field mouse… The mouse is still on the loose and considered to be dangerous… Please exercise caution and be sure to scream loudly, if you happen to sight the renegade mouse…
The lone survivor of this horrific event… A Long Island woman named Alice, who saved herself by jumping onto a kitchen counter… Unable to reach the phone to call 911… She summoned emergency workers to her home by emitting the most blood-curdling scream heard in the history of Wayne County emergency services…
Taking a page from the fishermen at the nearby marina describing the fish that got away… The Long Island woman described the mouse as ten feet long, with glistening white teeth… “The better to eat you with, my dear”, she claimed the mouse had told her…
While not directly involved in the attack Alice’s husband suffered a mild heart attack upon hearing her screams… But is now resting comfortably behind a sound proof door…
Now back to the war in Afghanistan…
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