Last night I went down to the Landing, and tried to work out the kinks on a new joke. I was slated for about 14th or so, but Adam Lough mentioned that some guy on stage looked like me (only with a full head of hair). He was like "remember this guy when Marcus comes up" so I yelled for him to bring me up then. He did, and I did roughly the same set I did Tuesday, only I concentrated and got some laughs. Instead of closing with my "edgy" new racial commentary, I did that and went into my [2006 Racism] bit, kind of as a way of defending myself. Because I was on the topic, I closed on my [Black name]. Talk about mixed messages.
There were a ton of noobs last night, which was cool, but I heard there were like 27 people on the list. I made it until about 10:30 and then had to split out. I did catch the sets of some friends, which is cool because usually I wimp-out before they go on.
The funniest thing (to me) was when one of the noobs did a Seinfeld joke. OK, that wasn't funny per se but what was funny was my and Clayton Champagne's ideas to do Seinfeld bits on our own. Clayton did the "What's the deal with airline peanuts" bit, and so did I (because 1) I followed pretty closely to Clayton, and people would have to realize I was copying Clayton and 2)I don't know many Seinfeld bits (I know, bad comic! bad!)). I think a couple of the other comics planned on doing that too, but I have no idea. Just to be clear, we weren't making fun of the kid (to his face), and I don't think the crowd caught on, so my conscience isn't that guilty.
I said, lord, take me downtown,
I’m just lookin’ for some tush.
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