G.A.Y.S.- I think you know what I'm talking about.

G.A.Y.S. (Guys Against You Serving) from Thomas Lennon

World Sauna Championships Finalist Vladimir Ladyzhensky DIES At Event (PHOTOS)

What's the prize for winning this thing? I'm betting a sauna.
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Comedy by the slice: Pedone's Pizza in Hermosa Beach

Tonight I’m driving out to Huntington Beach, CA to perform in the open mic at Pedone’s Pizza. 1332 Hermosa Avenue in Hermosa Beach, CA, for those of you in the area who really want something to do tonight.

It’s a new open mic. This is the 2nd week. I don’t know the guy who runs it or any of the comics in the show with me. I have to trust that all will be well.

I got an email out of the blue a couple of weeks ago from Ryan Bozsan, announcing the new open mic and that he’s booking. Unusual right away is the idea of a “booked” open mic. Booked open mics for stand-up comics are somewhat rare. Usually you stick the mic on the stage, send an email, a tweet, an update and hope the comics come. Often you don’t want to risk turning comics away since so many are likely to flake anyway. After all, we’re not getting paid. They may not even get a free drink or a slice. Let me add that as beautiful as Hermosa beach may be, it’s far from the civilization we call LA. So booking is an interesting strategy. I am however honored to be included in this stand-up comedy moment in history.

Booking seems logical if you’re trying to have a better show until the audience catches on and starts to come on their on. that way you ensure that comedians are there and the show is worthwhile for the audience. I suppose I should give myself the the benefit of the doubt and assume that Ryan knows me even though I don’t know who he is. Maybe I was booked because I’m good.

What I’m hoping for is to have a decent set, try out some new material and get a slice of pizza. Comedy is not complicated. I’ll tell jokes for food.

I’ll arrange my set list, pick out the funny clothes, shave, shower, PBJ and hit the traffic. What could possibly go wrong?

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Some Half-Assed Stand-Up Comedy from 2 Years ago.

Part of my on again- Off again return to stand-up comedy. At a pretty good spaced called Room5. It in the upstairs of a very good Italian restaurant on La Brea in Los Angeles. I'll track down the name and let you know. I ate there. it was good! Comedian Monty Hoffman got me the spot so I could get this video- which I promptly misplaced for a year. I hoope it doesn't suck as much as I think it does.

Coffee Is just Alright with me

A little comedy I found while watching a high school kid explain how banning the use of cell phone cameras in school was part of the New World Order.

Beware of Comedy Dogs

I’m at my rich comedian friend’s house. He’s out of town, a few days in Amsterdam after a month in South Africa for the World Cup. The dogs are here at the house and I am their bitch. It's not so bad. It’s a nice house with free soft drinks and I like being alone, even though I’m not much alone most of the time, at least not as much as I’d like.

There are 4 dogs now. There used to be two. Dave is the geezer- a 12 year old black lab with some gray hair in his muzzle, walks with a limp and is possibly the dumbest dog in the history of dogs, even before senility. Dave is a total sweetie except when he gets confused and bites a contractor. Gretchen has been here about 2 and a half years. Bought from a pet store as a gift from Mr. Comedy's fiancee, she’s a young energetic Belgian Shepherd, and our relationship is, She Bites Me- mostly with love. Gretchen and I disagree as to which of us is actually Alpha dog. The 2 newcomers are Bella and Tyson. I think they are some kind of boxer/pit bull mix. Very nice fun smart dogs. And ripped! Like they lift the heavy weights at the dog park. They moved in about 2 months ago and seem right at home with Dave and Evil Gretchen.

They have been a good influence on Gretchen. They don’t bark at every bird and squirrel that enters the yard and she sees that she doesn’t have to either.

However she has demonstrated to them that it’s okay to bite me. With Gretchen as ringleader, there are times when I am being chewed by all three of the youngsters at once. As I wrestle the 3 beast trying to reestablish my role as Alpha, there comes the realization that they are trying to figure out exactly how to take me down, and eventually eat me. Clearly, they don't believe I’m feeding them enough.

They test joints and grips and pressure points. They rehearse ways to lure me into different rooms of the house. And they wait for the proper time. Maybe when their bowls are full and the treats are within reach on the counter. Maybe right before the dog walker takes them to the groomer to wash away the evidence of a massacre. They are always keeping an eye on me and whispering to each other.

For now they are content with dry dog food. But for how long?

Kid Farm! Found if surfing around. Loved it.

I'm in Memphis to visit Mom. Of course the comedy club closed in February so all there is to do is talk to old folks about show biz. One of them asked why I don't call up Johnny Carson and get on his show. He didn't know Johnny was dead because he doesn't stay up that late anymore.