Bullshit Manifesto

Come see me weekly at the LA Connection Theater in Sherman Oaks, Sundays at 8pm.

Contact me for ticket info.

I’m so stoked.  A weekly show.  Good stuff.

Everything has worked out, we can stay in the place after all, and I’m breathing easier.

I’m going to be in the Pasadena area quite a bit in the coming week, so hit this Loop up, yo!

I need to find a place to live in the LA area by the end of the month.

That is all.

So, you want something to do whilst enjoying this most wonderful twentieth day of April? Looking for a place where unbridled laughter and uncontrollable giddiness for a full hour will not only be expected, but encouraged?

Get your Friday started right. Come see The Loop doing improv at the LA Connection.

8PM SHARP!

L. A. Connection Comedy Theatre
13442 Ventura Blvd.
Sherman Oaks, California 91423
(818) 710-1320

If you’d like discounted tickets(1 ticket = $10 = 2 people), contact me. If you show up without the discount ticket (1 ticket = $10 = 1 person), tell them you’re there to see me.

The last show was a good one, and I promise more laughs this time around. If I’ve ever made you laugh, and you think I might be able to make someone else laugh, pass this along, repost it in a bulletin, etc.

I’M MAKING FUNNY!

I set a goal for myself last July to lose enough weight that my license isn’t lying, as it was even when I first got it back in 1999.  At that point, I had 40 lbs to lose.  I’ve done it, and I feel awesome.  Pants and shirts that didn’t fit are now back in the rotation.  I’m giddy, and feeling good about myself.

I’M SEXY!

I was working at Starbucks for quite some time, and living in Monrovia with some excellent and generous friends that put me up. Only after leaving there did I find a job that could pay much closer to what I was worth, so I jumped on it and started staying with another friend, who is much closer to just about everything.

That’s when my car breaks down. Completely. Totally. Well, I can drive it from Spot A to Spot B as long as I keep it in 2, I don’t overheat it, and I get a jump to start the car, which I have to do every so often to avoid tickets/towing. I will be emptying its contents soon, and shortly thereafter selling it for parts.

I have been taking public transportation to work every day for some time now. It got me to the new job, flawlessly. I could count on its consistency, and its frequency.  I know the Red and Gold Lines fairly well now, and can get just about anywhere in LA.

Then I get a message from an old coworker from eHarmony who wanted to know if I was looking for a job.  In a whirlwind of calls and interviews, I had the job within a week, and was starting work the following Monday.  Bettery pay.  Better perks.  Better environment.  Overall… better.

Now that I’m in a solid job, I can officially find a place to live.  I found a roommate that lives close to where I work, and paid my first month and deposit only to find out shortly thereafter that the place is no longer going to be available after the end of the month.  So, I’m looking again.  This news specifically is less than 48 hours old.  I have already made contact with some people looking for a roommate that live a bit farther, but it’s manageable.

So, again, shit is hitting my fan and spraying all over the place… but I still have a smile on my face.  Albeit, it’s a closed mouth smile.  There’s spraying shit to consider here.

The improv show Friday went extremely well.  There were a lot of solid laughs, and a good number of them were mine.  I should be doing more shows soon, and may be in a weekly show in the coming months, which should rock pretty hard.

Thanks to all those that came out, and for those that provided the excellent phrase suggestions like the one above from Phil.

So, the episode of 1 vs. 100 finally aired. It was everything I could have hoped and more. I got a ton of screen time, talked to Bob Saget on screen, and was received well by all that saw it.

I’m as happy as a little girl.

NBC, 1 vs. 100, check your local listings.

I’m giddy beyond explanation.

I’m digging the new job, more than I’ve ever liked any other job I’ve ever had, and that’s largely due to the fact that they’re treating me like an adult.

There are a lot of pretty people here.  That’s dangerous.

Free sodas/snacks.  Also dangerous.

Then I found out that in addition to my normal salary, there are incentives for closing sales.  If this job were a woman, I’d make love to it.