See Spot Run

Tonight I did my very first spot light at the West Port Funny Bone. I went up between Joe Marlotti and Buzz Sutherland, both very funny comics. First off; the audience was huge, Jeff said there were a hundred and forty people, but it seemed like way more. And following Joe was really cool, because the audience was very warmed up. My set felt really good; last night a bunch of people told me to do that material tonight, but I had to add 2 to 3 minutes, so I drew up a cheat sheet and ended up using it (-5). Other than I don't have any real complaints about my set.
I've been working on one joke; which I call [endorsments]. I've been starting out saying "I don't drink anymore" or "I've been sober for 18 months, clap if you want I don't care" because I want the audience to know more about me. I think it's cool when a comedian is honest and you can laugh with/at them, but you leave knowing their perspective. Anyway, instead of bringing out my little problem, I'm thinking about just skipping over it and saying something like "In college, I was a professional alcoholic; the only thing I was missing was an endorsement deal. I should have had patches on my jacket, like Nascar drivers. Stuff like "Jägermeister", and "White Castle" and "Camel Cigarettes" so when you saw me face down in a street somewhere, you know how I got there. People could walk up and say 'Wow, that guy must sure like Jägermeister... and White Castle... and fat girls...'" and then follow up with "instead of endorsements, I just got a sponsor". I think that would flow well into my "I actually went to an AA meeting once, and I felt a lot better. After hearing some of those stories, suddenly me peeing on the TV isn't such a big deal".

Most of all he needs the funk (shine it)
Help him find the funk (ha, funk it!)
Most of all he needs the funk
Help him find the funk (get him)

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sp -5

Last night Kevin Patterson was MC-ing, as I asked Scott Avery if I could keep time; he said yeah. The showroom was absolutely packed (especially for an open mic), the audience was pretty good; there was some table-talk, but overall they were generous with the laughs. I was slated 10th or 11th to go up, and my first joke or comment was about how the guy before me looked like me, only with a buzz cut. I can't say it worked; but I'm still learning to make up stuff on the fly like that. As for the rest of my set, I had a T-total blast. The crowd seemed to have fun, and I felt pretty energetic (which was a miracle considering this cold I have). Anyway, after the show, several people told me that was the best set they've seen me do. And after I was done helping Pam and Patti clean up, Matt Behrens asked if I was free tonight to do a spotlight. I of course said yeah. He gave Dwayne Ingram one for Thursday (gratz, Dwayne). That means I'll probably end up skipping Laughs this week, because if I can get some stage time, watch a pro-show and get to bed at a reasonable hour, that's pretty much a no-brainer for me. This cold wouldn't be so bad if I could just get a decent joke about it, but I said the same thing about some drunk hitting my car in the Westport parking lot last summer. So far, nothing's been real funny about that either...

One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart

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Meh.

I've got a pretty bad cold, my nose is all stopped up, and my throat is kind of scratchy. And the meds from Walgreen's aren't really pulling their weight. Regardless, Clayton said we were having a show last night at the Bistro, so I went. And I'm glad I did, we had a pretty big crowd; and for the most part I had fun on stage. I tried a couple of new jokes, but sadly the biggest cheer during my set came when someone made a 5-7 combo on the pool table behind the "audience". They probably didn't even call their shot...
Anyway, New Year's is coming up, and I've been thinking about a resolution to make; I mean I already gave up alcohol and cigarettes, so now I think I should get in shape. I don't want a trainer, weight gain supplements or protein bars; I need a workout montage. Just put on some sweet 80s song; see me do four push ups, a couple sit-ups, drinking raw eggs, some jump-roping, and then BUFF! Of course the last time I tried a montage was when my friends and I held a car wash to save the Drive-in. Maybe I should just watch less Television... I realized the other day that Donald Trump was 2 parents away from being Batman. Because if someone would have killed his parents outside a movie theater 50 years ago, he'd be fighting crime with a cape and some high-tech gadgets and he wouldn't be ruining my Thursday nights...

Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive

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a fair view

Last night I headed over to Fairview Heights to see Tommy Johnagin and Andy Woodhull. Brian O'Neille (sp -5), who recently started doing comedy at the Funny Bone was there also, and eventually Nikki Glaser showed up. After the show we all went over to Laughs on the Landing; where Craig Mayhem was hosting for an out of town Adam Lough. I got the five of us (Andy, Brian, Nikki and Tommy and I) on the list and we hung out for the show. There were a ton of comics on the list last night, at least 20 or so; and a lot of them seemed to be first timers (I'm not saying they were bad, I just didn't recognize many of them). Anyway, Tommy, Andy and Nikki all got on stage and each had some material I had never seen before (which was very cool). Also each cracked a joke on Craig's tight-tight t-shirt. I think they all did a pizza joke as well. And it goes without saying that they did well. Those three crack me up. Andy told me I had to do a pizza joke so I said I liked my pizza like I like my women, "big, round, and all sliced up". Not surprisingly, I didn't get many laughs. Probably not the best opener I've ever had. At Tommy's request I also made a jab at Craig's shirt, though I don't think he heard it, as I got to the microphone, all I said was "that's the last time I lend you a shirt, Craig, you can just keep it" or something like that. Anyway, I did a bunch of my 'new' material (stuff I've written since Tommy and Andy saw me on stage) and Tommy tagged one of my jokes when I got off stage. Or, more precisely, he gave me a punch line that works.
I was in China a couple years ago, and I went into a porn shop, they're everywhere there. They had straight porn, gay porn, bestiality porn, and a section with animals having sex with animals. That was my setup… Tommy added... I don't know what was more disturbing, the Nature Porn, or the 10 dollar late fee..
That was probably the highlight of my set, which I pretty much did for a crowd of less than 10 non-comics (whom I couldn't see because of the bright lights). Brian went up second to last and had some very funny bits despite the lateness and lack of a crowd. We stuck around for the end of the show and I didn't get home until a whopping 1:00 am. I feel absolutely horrible today, I think I'm getting sick, but I got a joke (punch line) out of it. And that kind of makes it all worthwhile.

So tell me how do you do?
Finally I meet you, you don't know what I've been through
I had a dream my trip would end up at you,
and now I know paradise.

This is the subject line of a blog

[A room somewhere, anywhere. Maybe a coffee shop. Maybe a break room in an office. You pick the setting. Two people are talking, one is a bald white guy about 26 years old, the other is mysterious, maybe hiding in shadows or something]

Person: So, how did the show go last night?
Marcus: The show was fine, almost everyone had a really good set.
Person: Did you get on stage?
Marcus: No, but I hung around for the show anyway.
Person: Did they post a list before you showed up?
Marcus: No, actually this week they posted a writing assignment, it was very different.
Person: What was the assignment?
Marcus: We had to write an essay on Purple Rain
Person: The Prince movie from the 80's?
Marcus: Exactly.
Person: So what did you do?
Marcus: Well, I've never seen the movie, so I hopped online and tried to find a plot summary or something to help me BS my way through it, I mean I wrote my senior thesis in college almost entirely by Cliff's notes, and I got an 'A'.
Person: Your parents must be proud...
Marcus: Yeah, anyway, I got on the IMDB and found some guys comment on the movie. It was like an essay in and of itself.
Person: So you used that?
Marcus: Yeah, I emailed it in, but I wasn't planning on taking credit for it, I was at the same time working on my own essay.
Person: So why'd you email it in?
Marcus: It was really good, I thought that they'd get a kick out of it.
Person: So how'd your own essay go?
Marcus: Well, that's just the thing, after reading the IMDB one, I couldn't find my own angle, it was really hard. Plus did I mention, I never saw the movie?
Person: Probably.
Marcus: Anyway, I wanted to talk about the psychological conflicts in the movie, man versus man, man versus society, man versus self, et cetera. But I didn't have enough info and I couldn't find any info on the movie.
Person: So what did you do?
Marcus: Well I started working on an essay comparing Purple Rain to a different movie, staring a different pop culture icon, only from a different decade.
Person: [covers face with hands] I'm afraid to ask. Was it?
Marcus: Yup, Cool as Ice.
Person: And you're personally familiar with this movie?
Marcus: I saw it once about five years ago.
Person: And so you wrote an essay comparing a movie you've never seen to a movie you saw once, five years ago?
Marcus: No, I didn't have time, see all of this happened Monday [coughs and mutters the next words under his breath] at work. And I didn't have time to finish by the end of the day.
Person: So what happened next?
Marcus: Well, I went to a different show, and when I got home I had an email from one of the essay judges.
Person: What did it say?
Marcus: They were impressed by the essay, the fake essay.
Person: And how did that make you feel?
Marcus: Queasy. For a number of reasons; 1) I'm not a hack, I don't steal material, and I don't want people to think I do. I've had to stop watching Comedy Central standup for fear of sub consciously stealing material; even last week I saw a guy do a bit that I do; the problem is I saw him do it probably before I started doing the bit, but I didn't realize it. So I probably lifted that bit, and didn't know it. But that's another issue. 2) They were impressed, and they told me; no one does that. I mean I get the standard "good set" and "I like that bit" stuff that all comics feed each other when they don't really have anything else to say.
Person: But it wasn't yours.
Marcus: Exactly! I was queasy because I knew how much they had to be impressed to mention it, so I knew how much they would be pissed when I confessed the truth. The higher something goes up, the more it has to fall, you know?
Person: How poetic. Anyway, so you're considering confessing?
Marcus: There wasn't really any consideration, I wasn't ever planning on claiming it as my own, if I had and they found out it was plagiarized, I'd be hosed. At this point I was actually afraid they'd get super pissed and tell me to get out.
Person: Seriously?
Marcus: Yeah. I'm kind of a worst-case-scenario kind of guy. And pessimists are never disappointed.
Person: Paranoid much?
Marcus: All the time, actually, I mean, it's not about how people think of me; I could honestly care less. I mean I've never been popular, I'm not good in social situations, and typically I feel like the odd man out, so I've got pretty good at ignoring/not caring what people think about me. However when people act different around me, that's what bugs me.
Person: And you honestly think they'd not allow you back because of a writing exercise?
Marcus: It's like this, when I was sixteen, my parents found a couple of packs of cigarettes in my room, and I told them they weren't mine. Whether or not they actually believed me isn't the point, I know that when they found out later I was smoking they were more disappointed in my lying than my actual smoking.
Person: So you told the truth about the IMDB essay so keep from disappointing the judges?
Marcus: In college I learned that some professors Google the first sentence of some papers and essays they get, and if the sentence comes up, they know their student cheated. I was kind of hoping that they knew and if I told them first they'd be like "that took guts, kid" or something, you know? Like I had character or moxy or something.
Person: So you confessed to impress them that way?
Marcus: No, I did it because I never had any intention of claiming that essay as my own; even when I was almost kind of praised for it. It's like finding a wallet with a bunch of cash in it and returning it intact. Only now people wonder how I got the wallet in the first place, you know?
Person: You use a lot of analogies, you know?
Marcus: I was an English major, it's kind of how I think. Symbolism and all...
Person: So last night, you showed up, turned in your real essay, didn't get banned from the Funny Bone, and didn't get on stage, you saw a good show and now you're blogging all about it now. Do you kind of consider this an apology or as kissing up?
Marcus: No, I don't blog so people can read about it, I blog so I can remember it later. It's cool that people do read this, but I try not to let it sway what I talk about too much.
Person: So you'll blog about almost anything or anyone then? Comedy related that is.
Marcus: Well, I try not to be critical of people, if I go on record saying someone had a bad set, they might get upset, and I don't want that. But then again, if I pay everyone a compliment save one person, they might take that as an insult too.
Person: Wow, you ARE paranoid.
Marcus: But then again, me not blogging about something can be just bad. If I didn't write about last night or if I didn't even mention my little panic attack about the essay, both people who read this might think I was pissed or scared or something.
Person: And you're not?
Marcus: Not pissed, no. Why should I be? I mean I was jealous of those who got stage time, but I'm always jealous of anyone on stage. But I am a little worried Scott, Jeremy or Matt will read this and be like "he was ok, until he blogged about it but now…"
Person: Maybe you should consider seeing a therapist. You might be a little unbalanced.
Marcus: Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?
Person: Alright then, so why do your entry like this today?
Marcus: I've been reading a Lejos Ergi book where he has a lot of scenes from plays in it, and I wanted to try my hand at dialogue writing. It also kind of lets people learn more about me, and my cute little neurosis; I get to play devil's advocate in a way, and it gives Gabe something to read about.

Yeah if I make it I'd be amazed
Just to find tomorrow

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Show Me Your Bistro

Last night I tried out some more suicidal material and it was a little, as Clayton told me "depressing". Maybe the subject's not as funny as I thought, and maybe that's an understatement. Nikki Glaser and Matt Wolff were present and did sets, which I caught and enjoyed. There were some very loud individuals at the bar during most of the show, which happens. I mean it is a bar, and they're there spending money, which is more than I can say for myself and the zero people I bring on a regular basis. I know Matt, Nikki and Bill all commented (on stage) about how rude the talkers were being. I taped my set, and if I'm lucky I'll have a chance to upload it and some other video before tonight so I can "reset" my tape and start over.

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking

Booyah, Bloomington!

This weekend I was in Bloomington, IL at the Funnybone opening for Jason Dixon and I had a complete blast. I actually saw Jason a while back at the Aspen auditions, he's very funny and super nice. The drive down was kind of stressful because I didn't know what time I'd arrive at the club (mental note; leave St. Louis by 3pm if you want to get to Bloomington and check into your hotel room and be at the club by 7 (show's at 7:30). The first show was a little shaky, and I'm ashamed to say I had to check my cheat sheet. I still had some fun, and got laughs, so it wasn't a bad experience. Second show Friday was easier for me, but there was a giant office party and a capital D-Drunk lady in the front who kept talking through Jason's set. He handled it well, but after the show some people told us they would have enjoyed it more had she been killed or at the least told to shut up more. Saturday afternoon, Jason bought me lunch at Famous Dave's BBQ and the burger I had was awesome. Then I checked out the movie "Just Friends" (meh) and caught part of the Chiefs/Giants game with Jason. The Saturday shows were great, I switched up some of my material (each set had at least a couple of minutes of 'unique' material). I even inserted one existing bit into my porn bits and it works very well, I feel. After the last show I hung out for a bit and then drove back to St. Louis, stopping only for McD's drive-through. Mmmm. It was a very good weekend because Jason and the wait staff at the FunnyBone were very nice and approachable; I kind of get nervous around the wait staff at clubs because I don't really know anyone and I'm really bad with names. But I'm back there in a month and I think I'll remember everyone's name (that I learned).

They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,

"Car"ma, get it?

I forgot to mention that when I got to the parking lot at the Landing Wednesday; one of my tires had gone flat (front right). Joy! Thankfully I had a little air-compressor that I got from work (as a reward or something) that let me get home. I took my car to Dobbs yesterday and got a new tire (60 bucks, cha-ching) because the other one was irrepairable. Last night I went to the Bone to see John Morgan; Josh Blue was there, I remember meeting him in Vegas at last year's festival. Anyway, on the way back to my car, the new tire was flat. Yeah, I cursed.

for better or worse...

I don't know how to feel about last night; I went to Springfield and Laughs on the Landing and didn't get home untill about midnight and ended up getting out two very different sets. I met Tom in Troy, IL (exit, 18) at the Cracker Barrell, and Tom drove us into Springfield (I was literally falling asleep as I drove into Illinois). At Springfield, there were six comics total. I ended up going on first, followed by Tom and the four others. Leading off, I felt I had a very strong set; there were a bunch of people in Break Time and they seemed to pay attention pretty well. I didn't end up placing in the top three. The lady who ended up winning did all hack material, and even read a dirty Christmas poem that I remember hearing in grade school. Tiffany explained it to me later; since I'm going to work for Don this weekend (and some next month) they gave the first-place spot to someone else in order to allow them the chance to come back. And I'm alright with that, because I'm getting some work out of it, but it would have been nice to win some gas money.
Tom and I arrived at the LL show just before it started; apparently last night was the Forum show as well, because we only had about 11 guys on the list to go up. But the show wasn't short because Adam did about 4 to 5 minutes between each comic. Usually I wouldn't mind, I'll obviously do anything/go anywhere for stage time, and so sitting through a show is just part of the price. However, it was a long night, and when Travis read the same poem as the lady from Springfield and the crowd went nuts I almost gave up. It's so frustrating when people go up and don't try, aren't original, and use vulgarity as a crutch and they get all the praise. At that kind of moment, it hurts; I mean I know I'm working in Bloomington this weekend, I know I have a chance to working, going pro, living my dream, but it's like the feeling you get when you break up with a boy or girlfriend. You know what's going on in the long-run; but emotions and thoughts in the present over whelm logic and reason. As for my set at LL, I got up second to last and started by expressing my frustration; and ended with one of my favorite lines (from life, not stage) "but at least I'm not bitter". And then I broke out my suicide material, which seemed to get great responce. Kevin White later said that I seemed very conversational (during that part of my set); I moved off of suicide and towards the topic of women, and did a couple of lines that I wanted to work on, (one in particular that has NEVER worked, but I don't want to give up on it). I finished my set, talked with Kevin White and Lucas for a minute and then headed home. I didn't get to bed until midnight.

listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen,
[and you know they] know that I'll never be Marshall again

hanging in like a hair on a biscuit

I was talking to an open micer last night; it was his first time up and he seemed nervous; which is normal. My advice (and I don't know where I got this, maybe I made it up) was "Stand up is like sky diving, as long as your chute opens, call it a win". That being said, someone must've given me a knapsack; because I hit the ground HARD. I like to believe my energy was high and the crowd was just in a lull, but I'll have to watch the tape (as painful as that may be). I also got to keep time and light people last night but my new phone didn't (or doesn't) have a stop watch, so Scott Avery gave me an analog wall clock. So I got to do math all night, writing down 8:32:20 to 8:36:10 = 3:50 and such. Anyway, last night was a really rough set, but I have Springfield and LL tonight and Bloomington this weekend to look forward to.

If I was walkin' in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none
While you 'n' your friends are worried about me I'm havin' lots of fun,

man, I can't think of anything to go here...

Last night I headed over to the Bistro around 9pm or so; and prepped myself for the show that started around 10 or so. I was really excited to try something new with my second porn joke, and I wanted to focus on that and a bunch of other "unfinished" jokes I have. Anyway, I ended up flubbing how I wanted to deliver that one joke, but on the plus side, my Easter joke was well recieved and one female in the audience seemed almost disturbed by some of my suicide jokes. That's not really the intention of said jokes (just a bonus!) and I know I'll have to work on them more to tighten them up. Clayton also gave me a tag idea for my second porn joke, which I really liked. I'm hoping to come up with a way to remember/use it by tonight's show at the Funnybone.
Maybe I’m just scared of losin’ you
Or maybe it’s the things you make me do
It seems to me we both should hang around
And raise the population of this town

Gold Star Comedy

Clayton Champagne and I met at the Main Street Bistro yesterday afternoon and headed into Illinois. Olney (pronounced All knee) Illinois, specifically, home of the white (albino) squirrel. Gabe Kea, Joe Hart, Ken JR were leaving later that afternoon and would eventually meet us at Papa Mike's, the venue. Butch Lord was already in Olney doing radio for the show that CW Robertson had put together featuring all of us.
I have to admit that I was a little skeptical about the show; remember that bar, the Double Deuce, in Road House. I kind of imagined that. The show room was actually very cool, and packed full of people at round-tables (6 and 8 tops mainly) with a bar in the back, manned (operated, I should say) by Haley, the bartender. I don't remember too many of the names of people I was introduced to, it was a pretty full evening. Anyway, the order was Gabe, Me, Clayton, Joe, CW, Ken, Butch.
I recorded my set and Clayton's; mine will be up hopefully by Monday.
I had to write an introduction for the MC (who was a radio DJ and kind of looked like Lt. Dangle from Reno 911, only a little pudgier); it said something like "your next performer has toured clubs and colleges all around the midwest, and was a co-founder of the Columbia College Taco Bell club, please welcome Marcus Robinson". I added the taco bell club thing because 1) it's true and 2) ever since I told John Garrison about it on my first trip (ever) out to Fairview, I've been trying to write it to stage. Plus it was a good lead-in to my college material. I had some sort of weird energy last night, and really felt like I was excited, but paced. I didn't rush, I emphasized, enunciated and connected; and I had fun. The audience seemed to like my set, I was on for about 11 minutes, and though I know of a couple mistakes I made (like I completely forgot to do any of my holiday material) I am very pleased with my set. After the show, (which started at about 8:00 and ended around 10:30) we went to a bar called the FireSide, where we had a blast. The funniest part was this morning when I didn't know where everyone's hotel room was (we didn't have phones in our rooms and none of our cell phones worked). Eventually we all met up and grabbed some fantastic breakfast at Hovie's on Main Street. The ride back was fun, and we listened to a radio show teaser that Butch was working on. I thought you could check it out here, but I think I was wrong... This was my first paid show in almost 8 months and it couldn't have gone better, I am super excited about this coming weekend's shows in Bloomington, IL.

I'm the baddest of the bad
Since you've been gone,
The baddest of the bad,
Since you've been gone.

I lay around here
And I just drink beer
The baddest of the bad,
Since you've been gone.

an email I recieved

From: [name and address removed]
Sent: Thursday, December 01, 2005 7:52 AM
To: marcus@marcusisfunny.com
Subject: fan mail for Marcus Robinson


Hi Marcus,

May I first say how much I enjoy your work, I heard a bit of your "act" and I became a fan instantly, you're hilariously funny! I downloaded the clips from your website and I was laughing for ages afterwards!

In case you were wondering where I heard about you, I followed a link from a website called "Chuckle Monkey".

I have sent you this e-mail to therefore ask if it was possible for me to have your autograph, as I collect autographs of comedians/ bands that I like, so if you could send me an autograph, I would be very grateful, thanks

I would come along to one of your live shows and ask you in person, but as I live in Britain, it's fairly unlikely that I'll get the chance.

Anyway, I just thought I would ask, and also say how much I enjoy your work, I look forward to hearing back from you, but until then take care, keep up the good work, bye for now,

[name and mailing address removed]

writing on toilet paper in pencil

Last night at the landing I was standing in the back "talking shop" with Kevin White and I think we got a couple of nasty looks because of how loud we were. We were standing between the "bar area" and the "stage area" so the people from the bar made it hard for us to hear each other, and apparently we made it hard for people to hear the comedy. Go figure. I did my holiday set again last night, skipping Thanksgiving and Easter to get into my drinking and porn material. Right now I think I need to concentrate on four or five jokes (which are mostly unrelated) and tighten them up. Then I should probably go to the vaults and salvage anything I feel is still worth while. I'd like to see if I could build as many 4 minute sets as possible, and just treat them like cd tracks or something. In anycase, my set was fun last night, I went up fourth and I felt like the crowd was really with me; Kevin said I sounded more conversational, which is awesome, because I wasn't consciously trying to sound conversational.

Don't depend on me to
Ever follow through on
Anything but
I'd go through Hell for you and

At this moment, this is me at my most masochistic

Last night I was slated to go up third at the Funny Bone. I've not been up that early at the Bone in a while; usually I'm around the middle to end of the show. It makes no difference to me, except I had some coworkers coming and I wanted them to catch my set. I took my camera last night and actually had it set up. I didn't recognize the guy who went up before me, and he seemed a little nervous. He blanked and bailed early and Arvin Mitchell went up and did some time between the other guy and me (like a good MC should) to get the crowd back to paying attention. This will probably sound bad or mean, but I love following guys who eat it. I don't know why I think I just love the challenge of getting the crowd back on my side; it's like the check-drop; it's a hard position to be in, and if you do well, that says something. Then again, I'm probably just crazy. I felt like I had a great energy (at least on the inside) last night. I was super excited to go up; and when I got on stage, my holiday jokes did well. I need to tighten up my Christmas Air Hockey joke, it needs a cleaner punch at the end, as does my 12-gauge thanksgiving joke. My Easter/Bachelor party got a great response last night, and I think it was because I accidentally delivered it wrong. Usually I say "table or stage", but last night I said "stage, they call it a table, but we know what's up" or something like that. Anyway, I like that way better. I wanted to close on my new drinking endorsements joke, but I had a little extra time left so I ended did my black-out joke (segue time!). I talked to Janine Brito after my set, and she said she liked my endorsements joke, but that it might work better with a rule of three punch instead of the 1-2 punch. I'm really excited about that joke because I've only done it twice and it seems like it works and it's already growing.

Hush, when the boss is talkin'
Lay down gats and get your weak knees walkin'
You ain't allowed to speak 'cause you've reached your peak
The elite don't get with the weak

lazy and excited

Last night at the Bistro I tried out abunch of new material, much of it on the topic of suicide. Andy Faasen was hosting and I wasn't thinking about getting ready so I didn't set up my camera (I didn't even have my tri-pod). And since I brought my camera I didn't have my DVR, which means that naturally I reworded a couple jokes "on the fly" and they worked. Thankfully I remember at least one of them, and I'll try it like that from now on. Clayton and I talked about carpooling to the show Friday, and when I got home I did a little work on the program that creates my schedule.
Yesterday at work, Tiffany called from the Springfield FunnyBone and wanted to book me next weekend in Bloomington. I also picked up a couple weekends in January, which really put me in a good mood because I haven't gotten any paid work in about 8 months and now BAM! work for Marcus. I was getting kind of discouraged, which people (ok, just Tom) said was not good because I shouldn't be expecting work or progress. He's right, too; I mean a pessimist is never disappointed. Since I picked up Bloomington next weekend I won't be able to check out the Westport show next Saturday, which means I'll have to catch John Morgan on Thursday.

Every day a new disguise
Every night a Halloween
She says keep the motor runnin' man
Like I was some machine

i guess I need a subject here...

Last night at the landing was a little hard. I went on 8th or 9th and I'd say the majority of the people before me were either trying 'new' stuff or they themselves were new. Most of the 'veterans' did well, either because of stage presence or the strength of their jokes. Anyway, I video taped my set, and Robyne Leisti (who apparently isn't dead) framed my camera for me. I did my holiday set (leaving out the Costumes V Candy again in the interest of time), did my math joke and my Donald Trump batman joke. I closed on my porn jokes. I let a little bit after my set so I missed Stevie P, Robyne and a couple of others I wanted to see, but as it was I didn't get home until late. I'm interested to see how I look on stage, as I haven't video taped a 'regular' set in quite some time.

I'm not trying to pull you,
Even though i would like to,
I think you are really fit,
You're fit but my gosh don't you know it.