After spreading my hilarious gift at 50 Mason with some other comics (you’re welcome, audience) cohort Joe Gorman and I decided to indulge in a burrito and going to see the manliest of manly movies to man its way into theaters this week, “The Grey.” Maybe we interpreted the trailers incorrectly, like when women decide the latest Katherine Heigl movie won’t insult their intelligence or when Tyler Perry audiences think Madea won’t be all sassy and crazy (awww yes she will, child!) but we were kinda expecting it to be two hours of Liam Neeson gruffly beating the shit out of some wolves with tree branches and flight-sized broken whiskey bottles. What we got instead is a Jack London-esque glimpse of man vs. nature in a bitter test of will that lead even the halest and heartiest of men to question their faith in god and themselves as they glimpse into the deepest abyss and wonder if they have what it takes to persevere. Which isn’t to say that it wasn’t good - it is - but if you’re expecting “Crank,” except with an Irish dude instead of an English one and in the woods in winter instead of some city filled with crazy Russian mobsters who explode things with car batteries, you’re walking into the wrong movie. Now excuse me, I’m going to drink some chocolate milk and watch “Looney Tunes” under a blanket for a few hours.  

After spreading my hilarious gift at 50 Mason with some other comics (you’re welcome, audience) cohort Joe Gorman and I decided to indulge in a burrito and going to see the manliest of manly movies to man its way into theaters this week, “The Grey.” 

Maybe we interpreted the trailers incorrectly, like when women decide the latest Katherine Heigl movie won’t insult their intelligence or when Tyler Perry audiences think Madea won’t be all sassy and crazy (awww yes she will, child!) but we were kinda expecting it to be two hours of Liam Neeson gruffly beating the shit out of some wolves with tree branches and flight-sized broken whiskey bottles.

What we got instead is a Jack London-esque glimpse of man vs. nature in a bitter test of will that lead even the halest and heartiest of men to question their faith in god and themselves as they glimpse into the deepest abyss and wonder if they have what it takes to persevere.

Which isn’t to say that it wasn’t good - it is - but if you’re expecting “Crank,” except with an Irish dude instead of an English one and in the woods in winter instead of some city filled with crazy Russian mobsters who explode things with car batteries, you’re walking into the wrong movie.

Now excuse me, I’m going to drink some chocolate milk and watch “Looney Tunes” under a blanket for a few hours.  

Jan 28. 0 Notes.

coreespencer:

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED.

paulscheer:

DAVID CROSS - CAT SOUP

Let’s make this happen for real…after the Arrested Development movie, of course.

joestarr: Who tricked so many smart people into thinking that Big Bang Theory was a smart comedy? Is it the Bare Naked Ladies theme? Because I’m more than happy to have ‘If I Had a Million Dollars’ play everywhere I go if it’ll give me some fucking momentum. Yes. A thousand times, yes. If this show is supposed to be smart, then why do I feel lobotomized every time I see a few minutes of it?

joestarr:

Who tricked so many smart people into thinking that Big Bang Theory was a smart comedy? Is it the Bare Naked Ladies theme? Because I’m more than happy to have ‘If I Had a Million Dollars’ play everywhere I go if it’ll give me some fucking momentum.

Yes. A thousand times, yes. If this show is supposed to be smart, then why do I feel lobotomized every time I see a few minutes of it?

Jan 22. 3 Notes.
I got a new phone today and this is the first picture I took with it. Then we saw the new “Underworld” movie. I’m wasting the precious gift of life, is what I’m saying.

I got a new phone today and this is the first picture I took with it. Then we saw the new “Underworld” movie. I’m wasting the precious gift of life, is what I’m saying.

Jan 20. 1 Notes.

It’s Going Down! Ugh! Yeah! You Know!

Headline courtesy of my rapping neighbors, who spend their free time (of which they apparently have ample) recording rap songs in their studio apartment, with such groundbreaking and interesting platitudes as the above. With any luck they usually get super-high around 3 p.m., stop shouting “I got yo back, dawg!!” loudly into a microphone and just focus on playing “Call of Duty” again. 

Anyway, I’ve been having a lot of fun these past two weeks getting back into performing in a big way, digging into a stack of new material and trying to make it work and getting up as much as possible. And with that, comes new show dates. To the right (on my page) are my earliest showdates, but here’s one coming in Dublin/Pleasanton in February…

 

Very nice lineup and all people I enjoy watching. Definitely worth a night out, plus I’m told the bartender their has a heavy pour, if you’re into that sort of thing.

Next week I’m hosting the Club Deluxe show on Monday night. It starts at 9 p.m. and always features a great lineup of Bay Area comedy folks, right at the intersection of Haight-Ashbury. Come laugh at our post-millenial foibles where the hippie movement withered and died! $5 at the door. 

I’m also performing at the weekly New Talent showcase at Rooster T. Feathers in Sunnyvale on Wednesday night. Show starts at 8 p.m. and you can make reservations through their website or on the phone. Roosters is a fun club and I always enjoy it there. $10, and they have something on the menu called Rooster Juice. 

More shows coming soon. Thanks for paying attention. I owe you a big sloppery kiss, or a candy bar of your choice. But in the meantime, here’s my cats being adorable.

 

Jan 13. 0 Notes.
courtingcomedy: I just used all my time explaining how you didn’t fuck my wife. Drew Harmon at Joe Gorman @ 50 Mason [Paraphrase] [Photo by Dave DeLuca] After not performing for nearly all of December, I’ve been getting up and working on lots of material and having a blast. The above exchange happened on my first set of the week, and was a good indicator of how the week was going to go. 

courtingcomedy:

I just used all my time explaining how you didn’t fuck my wife.

Drew Harmon at Joe Gorman @ 50 Mason [Paraphrase]

[Photo by Dave DeLuca]

After not performing for nearly all of December, I’ve been getting up and working on lots of material and having a blast. The above exchange happened on my first set of the week, and was a good indicator of how the week was going to go. 

Jan 07. 1 Notes.
Since I haven’t posted anything in ages, here’s a picture of my tabby cat cuddled up in our warm laundry earlier today. In the interim since my last postings I opted to take a break from performing, wallow in a nice depression, drink heavily and end up getting hit by a car and going to the hospital. Before that gets turned into something more dramatic than it needs to be (thank you for the concern, by the way) let me say that I’m fine, doing better and taking steps so I don’t end up in that kind of position again. And as my doctor said, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and within a few hours I was totally fine after being hit by a car. I CANNOT BE KILLED MOTHERFUCKERS. From now on I will wander the wastelands armed with a broadsword. Cthulu has demanded sacrifice, and it shall be mine to deliver. Anyblah, show dates coming soon. I’m feeling a lot better. AND I CANNOT BE KILLED.  

Since I haven’t posted anything in ages, here’s a picture of my tabby cat cuddled up in our warm laundry earlier today. In the interim since my last postings I opted to take a break from performing, wallow in a nice depression, drink heavily and end up getting hit by a car and going to the hospital. 

Before that gets turned into something more dramatic than it needs to be (thank you for the concern, by the way) let me say that I’m fine, doing better and taking steps so I don’t end up in that kind of position again. And as my doctor said, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and within a few hours I was totally fine after being hit by a car. I CANNOT BE KILLED MOTHERFUCKERS. From now on I will wander the wastelands armed with a broadsword. Cthulu has demanded sacrifice, and it shall be mine to deliver. 

Anyblah, show dates coming soon. I’m feeling a lot better. AND I CANNOT BE KILLED.  

Dec 28. 0 Notes.

This Just Got Diabetes-ier.

Damn, girl. Look at you. Whatchu doing with all that ass up in them jeans? 

Now that we’ve made it clear that I’m all about that booty, here’s another thing you should know…the ongoing food blog I’ve been working on for a couple of years just posted a new entry, over at the San Francisco Burger Blog. As usual, it’s a mix of food porn, silliness and ridiculous references that only a portion of our audience will understand. One follower on Twitter said it’s like David Foster Wallace decided to write a blog about hamburgers.

So, while I know I’ve bothered you about it before, please take a moment to give it a gander. For whatever reason, it’s also been providing opportunities lately, both about the blog itself and outside for yours truly, who does all the writing. If you enjoy it and have a Tumblr, give it a Follow. We only post about once a month, so it’s certainly not going to clog up your feed. And hey - maybe post a link to it on Facebook, or Twitter, or just send a link to a few of your intelligent, literate friends. Leave a comment. Do all the stuff you typically do on websites you like about stuff you enjoy. It’s good for the old people, AND it’s good for the food.

See? I just made a reference that only a few people will know. And I do that CONSTANTLY. 

Back to that ass. Damn, girl. 

Dec 02. 0 Notes.

A while back when I was in Michigan, I performed at the popular “Sunday Night Funnies” showcase to a packed room of very welcoming people. The whole thing was taped for what is now a TV show airing on cable in West Michigan. Also, in our hearts. Anyway - I come in around 17:20 and quite a bit of my set is on there. Thanks to Brian Borbot for having me, and you can also spot my old pals Stu McCallister and Adam Degi in the mix. Enjoy! 

Nov 17. 0 Notes.

To Infartity, and Beyond

Hey, how are you? Good? Glad to hear it. 

Things have been kind of a shitstorm in the midst of a poo-hail while standing in authentic Australian Feces-boots for yours truly in the past few weeks, and in the midst of that my doctor recommend I focus on rewatching “Game of Thrones” while drinking heavily. Well, no doctor ever said that, but after two scotches you can convince yourself they did. Also, take 5 billion CC’s of Super Burrito and don’t call anybody or answer your phone. 

Regardless, nothing good ever came from that, other than really crazy police reports when they have to remove the dead shut-in from their mountain of Domino’s boxes and insulin needles. So it’s been back on the wagon and back to the grindstone. I don’t want to get too far into all the details of my recent issues, but heading forward time to get my shit together. 



On a positive note, the performances lately have been good. The above was taken after a shot at Castagnola’s. That’s Jeff Cleary pointing at Joe Gorman. Jeff is perhaps the most swaggercockingest individual I’ve ever met, and he cohosted at Annie’s Social Club with me (and helped start the room in the first place) and just recently decided to follow his dreams of quitting his job and becoming a drifter. Well, not exactly. He’s currently touring around the country on his way to his hometown of Boston. Someday he’ll return back to the home of his heart, the Mission, but in the meantime the rest of America must not be spared his awesomeness. And Joe is still an armful of bunny cuddles hidden in an angry package of rape jokes. We hung out last night and hopped open mics, actually. 



And here’s myself hanging with Coree Spencer backstage at Comedy Day in Golden Gate Park. I made the smart choice on a hot San Francisco day and wore a pink shirt with a pink undershirt, which, when combined with my pale visage and sweaty demeanor, gave me a lovely hogriffic look. However, it was still a pretty awesome day and I was being given free food and drink while in the company of folks like Robin Williams and Scott Thompson and Kevin McDonald from “Kids in the Hall.” I’m sure they all remember me, because I give a mean beejer.

I’ve also been doing some Public Relations duties for the 2011 San Francisco Comedy Competition, which has taken up a fair amount of time and dedication, and runs for another week and a half. Shortly after that the wife and I are flying to Michigan to visit family. But, I am doing one show while I’m there, the Sunday Night Funnies. The show is totally free to get into and I’m told it’s a great production that always features the best and brightest from around West Michigan. I’m looking forward to seeing what my Northern California comedy mindset looks like in front of that audience, as well as hanging with some old compadres and meeting new ones.  

There are more showdates coming after I return from our excursion, including more shows at Castagnola’s and Comedy Off Broadway in Oakland. I’m already excited about where my writing has been going lately and what lies ahead. Now please excuse me, I need to go work on a new Burger Blog entry.  

Sep 28. 0 Notes.
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