Friday, April 27, 2007

Thanks NYC and beyond!

Thanks to everyone who came out to Mo's last night and helped pack the place. There were people from Scotland, Denver, and most remarkably, the Bronx. I had a blast and even debuted a brand spankin new tune! Mo's is fast becoming one of my favorite venues in New York. The downstairs room is perfectly set up for comedy and the sound system is great, hope to set up another show there soon.

And a big shout out to Craig Baldo for opening the show with a great set and getting the crowd rolling. I wish I had a picture or two to post, but the paparazzi must have taken the night off.

Or maybe Lindsay Lohan was in town.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Wait a minute, who called whom?

I spoke to a telemarketer today, which was weird for several reasons. First, I haven't spoken to one in a couple of years thanks to the "do not call" laws that were recently enacted. But weirder still was the fact that I called her.

I thought I was just activating my credit card. I got a new card in the mail for an existing account, and there was a sticker on the card telling me to call in to activate the new card. So I did.

After punching in all of the numbers and such I was transferred to a woman who was supposed to complete the authorization. She immediately went into her spiel about how I needed an insurance policy service that would protect me in the event that I, or the highest wage-earner in my household (currently my Playstation 2) became unemployed.

Although she sounded like she was near the retirement age, she had a set of lungs on her that allowed her to speak without a break for me to jump in and say "no thanks." Also interesting was that she never really asked me if I wanted it, she just went on with her script extolling the virtues of the new service until I just jumped in and said "I don't think I need that."

She expressed shock and disbelief that I wouldn't at least try it for the free 30-day trial period. I said "no" again.

Then it was the credit guard service, for 10 bucks a month they'd let me know if there were unauthorized charges on my card, and they'd let me look at my credit report every month. Again, it was a long-winded speech with no breaks for me to decline. At one point I set the phone on my desk so I could finish an email thinking she'd just give up.

Finally I asked "how many more of these do we have to go through, I just want to activate my card."

She sounded indignant, "I'm just trying to serve you sir..."

I guess it's hard for telemarketers these days, they can't call anyone so they have to sit by the phone and wait for us to call them. And when we finally do, boy do they make up for lost time. If I'd have stayed on the phone I'm sure we'd eventually have gotten to the subject of time shares, magazine subscriptions, and maybe even a multi-level marketing opportunity.

Can't wait for them to start IMing me.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Is this heaven?



No, it's Iowa.

Can't think of a better way to spend a day: had a really fun show at Drake University and I got done in time to catch a few innings of the Iowa Cubs take on the Alburquerque Isotopes (yes, there really is a team called the Albuquerque Isotopes). Great show, good game, and a brat while I watched the Cubs blank the 'Topes 8-0.

And being a long-suffering Cubs fan, it's great to be able to say the Cubs are in first place. Of course, I have to say the Iowa part under my breath, but it's still fun.

And since the Cubs got more than 10 hits in the game, everyone got free tacos. Woo!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

How did I miss this?

My show Monday was in Hastings Nebraska at Central Community College, but I didn't find out until after the show the campus was built on the site of a former naval ammunition depot, which everyone calls "The NAD."

The NAD? Come on! This is the kind of information a comedian needs before a show!

I know, I should have done my own research ahead of time, but I had a little trouble finding the place. The school was so out in the middle of nowhere the address on their website actually just says "Highway 6, Hastings, NE;" no street number, no crossroad, just a P.O. Box.

Too bad my rented smugglermobile doesn't have GPS. But I guess it couldn't, that's how the Feds get ya.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Woo! Spring Break! Nebraska? wait...

I’m in Grand Island, Nebraska for 3 straight days for shows at three community colleges in the area, and since the shows are during the day I’ll have my nights free to do, um... yeah, I think I’m going to get a lot of writing done.

It was a magical trip into Grand Island, involving an overnight 4-hour drive from New York to BWI airport in Baltimore, a 7:30am departure, a connection at O’Hare, and a 150-mile drive from Omaha in a rented Dodge Caliber.

By the way, if you’re a bootlegger or a drug runner, the Dodge Caliber is the car for you. Thanks to its inefficient use of interior space, or its copious use of plastic molding depending on how you look at it, there’s a lot of room to create secret compartments and storage for special ‘cargo.’ I may try to find a few ounces of some sort of contraband to stash somewhere in the car before I return it, as a surprise to a subsequent renter.

Yes, I’m that bored.

It is Easter though, perhaps the town will be jumping tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

'Rockegan' Illinois in the press

Since the club I played last weekend was so close to my ancestral home of Waukegan, Illinois, the local paper did a very nice write up on me and the show, and they even mentioned the my nickname for the hometown, "Rockegan," which means the name is now officially searchable in Lexis/Nexis, the press... it's officially "out there!"

Even cooler is that they picked up a picture of me from my website that I took myself--one of those self portraits in which you hold the camera at arms length, point the camera back at yourself and hope you got the touristy thing that's over your shoulder in frame. So now, not only did I get a nice mention in the paper that brought a few more folks out to the show, I am a published newspaper photographer.

Or at least a papparazzo.

Weird thing is, in the picture I'm actually in New Mexico on Route 66, near Tucumcari I think. Nowhere near Rockegan.

Those papparazzi follow me everywhere.