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I'm doing some testing, bug-fixing, etc. that requires me to reload certain pages a few times more than usual. When doing some testing on the "add to community" feature, I found out a bit late that refreshing the resulting page made it so that I was adding people several times in a row.

Soo..
If you see more than 1 friend request from me, don't worry. You can either accept or deny my request, but you need not think I went nuts and tried to add you 10 times in a row. Testing has its downsides :)

Mkay. That is all for now. I'm hoping to make a huge announcement soon, but until then... just keep doin' what you're doin' ;)

There's a lot of hoopla going about regarding Prop 8. And, with good reason. Marriage is a right all adults should be entitled to. I say that without qualification or exemptions. Normally, I might say "all sound-minded adults", but I refuse to believe there's ever been a situation in which someone got so drunk that they suddenly decided getting hitched was a good idea. Sure, some people have used that excuse, but that's what annulment is for, and "not being of sound mind" (i.e. too drunk to fuck) is a legal excuse in every court of American law that I've studied. So, it's a moot point.

It boils down to this..

Your freedom of religion ends where mine begins.

If your religion doesn't like what my religion (or lack thereof) enjoys, that is hardly my problem. The exception to this rule is pretty simple : unless what I believe hinders another person's lifestyle in an intentionally harmful way, your right to prevent me from doing so is null and void (and vice-versa). This covers 99.9% of all arguments, and prevents some hackneyed moron from piping up to say "Oh! Well, what if your religion considers murder a basic right?". Cause if that's your counter-argument, then you are too brainless to carry on a conversation about such things in the first place.

(this is the first part of a series of posts I plan to do about the interesting nuggets of wisdom I receive in my Truth Box)

A few months ago, I installed the "Truth Box" app on my MySpace page, just to see what happened. For the most part, I get a horde of misspelled proclamations of lust and sexual desires. While flattering - I have a girlfriend (Misi) whom I love very much, so I'm afraid your desire to "suk" my "cokk" will go unrequited. About 1 out of 30 "truths" is a horribly misspelled and grammatically incorrect proclamation that I'm "a fag", "a homo", or most recently "a skinhead".

Today, I'd like to focus on perhaps the most idiotic hate-filled message I've ever seen posted to my Truth Box.

Hey skinhead wannabe faggot
black power mutha fucker
racist im going to kill ur family homo
just cause i hate fags like urself

At first glance, I'm mostly just amused that it's written in a 4-line stanza. Like an ignorant, hate-filled, grammatically incoherent, misspelled poem written just for me. *sniffles* I'm so touched. As a piece of modern poetry, it's only fair that I review the work line-by-line.

Hey skinhead wannabe faggot

Skinhead wannabe? As in... I want to be a skinhead, but I'm not? If you mean "skinhead" in the sense that (in my most recent profile photo) I have no hair - sure, I guess I'm a skinhead. Did I want to have no hair for that picture? Yes. But, I achieved that wholly improbable milestone, cause I'm amazing. And I have a pair of clippers. Now, if you mean "skinhead" in the sense that I'm a Neo-Nazi, then you're very much wrong. Moreover, Neo-Nazis share your hatred of homosexuals, so wouldn't I, too, also hate "faggots" and therefore couldn't actually be one? Your logic is dizzying.

black power mutha fucker

Ohh... now I'm black power? As a white guy? This term "black power" - I do not think it means what you think it means. And, yes, I've fucked a few mothers in my time. Little tip for the undersexed males out there : find yourself a chick w/a kid. She'll rock your world. She's too busy with raising kids to fuck around with power games or teasing foreplay. They'll just whip it out and grind away on you with the voracity of, say, a hungry leopard in the winter. It's quite nice.

racist im going to kill ur family homo

This part is especially confusing. With no punctuation, hyphens, or proper spelling, I'm at an impasse. Am I a "racist 'im going to kill your family' homo"? That would imply that I was not only partial to members of my own gender, but that I spout rhetoric at near-constant intervals that exhibit veiled threats on people's families. To my knowledge, I've never made a public statement about killing anyone's family. So, it's certainly not a phrase I would say regularly enough to have it tacked-on to my personality as though it were a nickname (example "Hi, I'm Sarah worthless-shitbag-cunt Palin!").

But perhaps this anonymous tipster is making threats to me and MY family. If that's the case, I can see why they did so anonymously, as that's a pretty serious legal infraction. On a logistical note, I hope you've saved up your frequent flyer miles as you travel to Colorado (for my step-family, since you missed taking out my mother almost 2 months ago), Northern California, Southern California, Texas, Louisiana, New York and Mississippi. If you managed to make it out to Texas or Mississippi to take out my family, I weep for you. Though you'd likely die of boredom in either place, the family I have in those two places would snap your neck like a twig. And they're all gun nuts. One of them has no fewer than 2 shotguns in every closet in the home. So, hey! Good luck, buddy!

I'd also like to take issue with being called a racist, a skinhead, and a "black power mutha fucker". If I were racist against blacks, I couldn't be "black power". If I were racist against whites, I'd not only have already offed my own family, but I wouldn't very well be able to hold a neo-nazi skinhead position. Oh, and if you're going to drop "er" in favor of "a" in "mutha", you should follow through with "fucka". Mixing and matching your slang is just sloppy and shows a lack of effort on your part. Something I feel I deserve, because clearly I'm a shapeshifting god, playing all sides, in your eyes.

just cause i hate fags like urself

And now we bring it all back again. I'm a "fag". I'm not sure how one assumes the role of "urself", but maybe your Y and O keys decided to act up while you were typing that. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us when we're jerking off to images of prepubescent boys wearing American Flags as cock-socks while being anally violated by their fathers and uncles. And by "the best of us", I really just mean moronic fuckheads like yourself. *phew* good thing my Y and O keys were still working there. Oh, that's right.. cause I don't jerk off to little boys. My bad.

In closing, I'd like to thank you for composing a love-poem to me. You must be enamored with my awesomeness. It's okay. It happens. Just.. ya know, try not to tell your billy boys that you compose anonymous love letters to another man. They might go fag-bashing on you. And that's just not nice.

Until next time... speak the truth, people!

UPDATE :A friend of mine suggested that perhaps this person was spouting "black power, motha fucka", instead of claiming I was black power. I had assumed they were calling me black power, because of a recent performance where I lambasted scared white people, and expressed my disdain for neo-nazis and the KKK. If I'm being called racist against black people - I suggest a second look at the performance I just linked. I think that'll clear up the confusion.

History was made last night. It was a moment that, for better or worse, no one in this country (perhaps the world) will ever forget. It's one of those very few "where were you....?" moments. Anyone trying to downplay the importance of what happened last night simply doesn't "get it".

I cried during Obama's acceptance speech. Several times. I've never felt more patriotic. Never felt more in tune with this country I call home. This, coming from someone who ripped on the American Way practically nonstop for the past 8 years. I'm feeling patriotic. I'm feeling at one with my fellow Americans.

I don't want to hear about "red states" and "blue states". It's all bullshit. It's all a way to divide us. As we stand now, at last count, 80% of the country doesn't approve of George Bush. Eighty motherfuckingass percent. 240 of our 300 million strong. Regardless of which candidate you supported - chances are that you were voting for change, whether it be McCain-flavored or Obama-seasoned. You didn't want the likes of Dubya. You said "ENOUGH!" to the last 8 years. That's something we can come together for. That's something worth celebrating. As is the fact that over SIXTY-FOUR PERCENT of registered voters in the U.S. came out to vote. Second only to the record turnout of 65% in 1908.

I'm not rubbing it in the faces of McCain supporters, and I hope the same can be said of you. Out of 3 phonecalls I made or received within minutes of hearing the news last night, which includes 2 Republicans and 1 Democrat, only one of them voted McCain. That 1 was my father, a staunch Republican and part of the 20% who still approve of Bush, who said "I think Obama will be good for America. I think he'll bring us together". He voted McCain, regardless, but he believes Obama might bring an end to the divide we've had in this country.

That's what I'm hoping for, too. An end to the divide. We're all suffering from economic collapse. We're all being taxed for an unnecessary war in Iraq. We're all being taken to the cleaners for a lack of a unified (or even properly legislated) healthcare system. We, as a people, need to stop looking through the lens of 24-hour-news and their fear-mongering. We need to look forward, and come together.

Is that too much to ask?

29 was a rough fuckin' year. But, it's started to ramp up a bit better these last few weeks, amidst other fucked-up shit that's happened. I can only hope 30 treats me better than 29 has, though it wouldn't have to set the bar very high, I s'pose.

1 week from today, we find out who we've gotta put up with for the next 4 years. I haven't seen a projection yet that's given McCain so much as a fighting chance, but I'm about to breathe a sigh of relief just yet. How cool would it be to have Obama in there? Man, that'd be so fuckin' badass. To actually like the president for a change? Oh sweet merciful hell yes. That'd put my 30s off to a very good start.

Now, for some semi-short rants that I've been meaning to get off my chest...

My Life Feels So Weird

Sunday night, I performed at the Hollywood Improv. I haven't rocked an Improv since my 3rd show. The Irvine Improv is where I performed stand-up for the first time ever, and thought "this is so much fun.. I never wanna stop". They say that's when you know you should pursue something : when you'd do it for free. As every comic knows, you start out not just doing it for free, but doing it with a huge smile on your face even while people are slinging shit at you and treating you like a subhuman fuckstick. And then you ask for more time onstage, cause 5 minutes of shit-flinging isn't nearly enough.

What was weird about Sunday, though, is that Chris Rock was there. That guy's one of my comedy idols. He's amazing. I loved his most recent performance ("Kill The Messenger") and I was standing right next to him for like 10 minutes, not even realizing it, until they called him up to do an impromptu gig. He seemed unsure of himself, running through material slowly, stuttering, checking his Blackberry for notes on what jokes he wanted to try. If he wasn't Chris Rock, he'd have bombed. As it stood.. he did fairly alright. He ran for 20 solid minutes, though, which "bumped" the rest of us who came on after him.

(sidenote for the interested : being "bumped" means one comic ran on too long, and any comic who performs after that has to cut their set time down to accommodate, lest the show runs on too long)

When I took the stage, with all-new material I'd just written a few hours prior, some part of me lashed out about being bumped, and spoke before I had the chance to stop it

"I was so nervous to get up onstage after Chris Rock. That's a tough act to follow". I took a drink, and continued.. "Thankfully for me, he.... fuckin' bombed."

The crowd went wild. It was amazing. I clarified that CR is amazing and would've whipped my comedy ass any other night. From there, I did 4 1/2 minutes off the top of my head, and I barely remember any of it. The crowd just spread open its legs and let me fuck like a jackhammer. It was great. After wards, I had comics coming up to high-five me for saying what I said. Word got around fast, and even the comics who were out in the bar, outside, or in the bathroom, came up to say "I heard what you said.. that's fuckin' badass, man. Way to go".

Who's life did I borrow for a night? Fuckin' weird.

I've got a gig next Friday at Aura, and I was just picked for a showcase towards the end of November. A showcase is where you "bring your A-Game" and perform for people looking to highlight new acts (usually on TV). This showcase is for a certain network that has "comedy" in its name. I have no idea if I'll do well enough to get picked for a later show, but the opportunity alone is making me wet.

Who's life am I borrowing now?

Mama

(If you came to this blog for dick jokes, you can stop reading now. The rest of this is just free-form emotional ranting.)

I miss my mother. Every day. I miss being able to call her for advice. Calling to tell her my latest accomplishment. Introducing her to my friends if/when she came to town. I see her in my dreams almost every night, but we never really get to talk. Occasionally, we'll talk for a short minute, before she disappears again. When we talk, the point is almost always the same.. "Keep going, Mitcz. You're gonna be great".

It's tough to adjust to having someone around for 30 years, then suddenly.... gone. People who know me think I'm getting along great, considering all that's happened. Maybe I'm just coping. I don't know what else to do. If I stopped and focused on this shit, I'd never get out of bed. And, that's what my mother did when I was growing up. She worked full-time as a teacher, while attending college for her master's degree, then she worked nights at an arts-and-crafts store, and spent the weekends running arts-and-crafts workshops for extra cash. During the summer months, she replaced the full-time teaching with teaching summer school and running a daytime children's drama camp. I often had to go with her, so... maybe that's why I'm good with makeup (for a straight guy) and have a penchant for dramatic statements/actions.

I can't stop and wallow around in self-pity when I have to look back and realize how much my mom sacrificed so my sister and I would never know we were poor. We always lived in nice places, always had nice things, but a single mother paying for a 3-bedroom apartment (and later, a 3-bedroom house) by herself while attending college and working 3 jobs? I owe it to her to keep going, and never slow down.

The hardest part right now? Tomorrow is my 30th birthday, and it'll be the first time in my life that I won't hear or see my mother saying "Happy Birthday, Mitchell!". Goddamn, that's gonna sting. Fuck, it already stings.

Friends

I wanna give some "shout outs" to some people who've really been there for me during my 29th year. In no particular order.

Meredith : Growing up, I guess we both figured we'd always be the bickering brother-and-sister that chases each other around with implements of destruction and scares the shit out of the neighbors in doing so. But, I've been pleasantly surprised in getting to know you in an all-new way, as not just my sister, but one of my best friends. I'll always be there for you, as you have been for me.

Nad : I know we've had some rough patches this past year, but I appreciate you stickin' by my side for .. going on 15 years now. We're gonna make it, man. We're gonna be okay.

Misi : I love ya, toots. Thanks for being there during some of my most trying moments. I know I've made a lot of mistakes in the 2 years we've been together, but I'm glad you're along for the ride. Welcome back to "Team us" :)

Anthony & Melanie : Ahh... you know why you're in the list ;) Keep on kickin' that ass, and here's to many more BBQs.

Sean : Thanks for checking up on me. You've been a good friend for many years. Sure, I'll always wish you lived out here in LA, but I'm happy to hear you've got a renewed excitement about your life and future - no matter where you go to find it.

Tommy Gunn : You came through when I needed a friend, and I'll always appreciate that. We still need to hit the Tiki-Ti soon. I'm buyin!

Jade & Ariel : I want to thank both of you for coming out to see me rock the stage, even when it was a pretty expensive affair. You're both wildly talented in your own right, and I can't wait until the rest of the world catches onto that. I'm excited about the new flick, and I think it might be your best work yet. Oh, and... don't worry. Even when I'm wildly famous, I'll still work for the free food ;)

Farhaad : My one-man fanclub. You rock my face, sir. It is now I who owe you drinks.

TK : I'm sure you'll never read this, but I want to thank you for renewing my faith in the LA comedy scene. I've never felt better about a career as a comic than I do now, and you're a big part of that. I only hope one day I can return the favor somehow.

I decided it was time to throw together a little more recent demoreel of my comedy, and thought I may as well start working on a redesign for RevMitcz.com. I doubt i'll get to actually redesigning the whole site for awhile, but it was fun to make a neat little Flash intro using some of the advanced skills I've learned in recent years.

If you've got 2.5 minutes to spare and want a quick look at some of my recent comedy material, go take a look at RevMitcz.com. Just sit back and watch. No need to click anything :)

So, I set a new personal record for longest comedy performance on Thursday night at Shooters. 30 fuckin' minutes. I'd only written about 5 mins of new material, and TK said "you can do like 15 minutes. If you're killing, I'll let you keep going". At around 21 minutes, I'd run out of the material that was immediately on the top of my head, and TK yelled from off-stage "you're good, man. keep goin'!". So, I launched into a newer bit that probably was a little rustier than it should've been. In hindsight, maybe I should've used the piercings/tattoos material. Ah well.

I'd like to record a comedy EP sometime in December, and while I was worried I wouldn't be able to fill the time, I know now that I could. Of course, I'll need to polish up a lot if I'm gonna be selling off copies of the set.

Since Farhaad is my personal hero, and my one-man local fanbase, I gave him a shoutout in the beginning and then made a small "bit" out of it. That might entice you to watch it.

Anywho.. here's the video (available at Vimeo) : http://vimeo.com/2005757

So, I had a spare hour or two tonight and decided it was time to refresh the look of my system a bit. I made a quick new desktop, then I went crazy on making some icon replacements.

Here's a quick shot of those..



So, now when I'm switching applications under normal usage, I have two icons with ME on them. And in my dock, there's 3 (since I put an alias to my website files in the dock too).

I don't know why I'm putting my geektasticness on blast, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time.

cause, really, if there's anything geekier than making custom icons that resemble the originals, but incorporate your own image, it's blogging about it when you're done

Whether or not you believe Sarah Palin ignored the Wasila police chief's stance against footing the bill for rape kits, staying intentionally quiet about it until an Alaskan State Representative brought it to light is of little importance in the long run. You can say she had bigger fish to fry in a town of only 9,000 people, but how many fish could there possibly be?

One reason that's passed around about her inaction in the face of charging victims for rape kits (which is wholly unacceptable by any standard as far as I'm concerned), is that the kit includes the "controversial" RU486 ("morning after") pill. It might sound ludicrous to some that she would deny footing the bill over such a thing.

But, here's Palin in her own words, discussing her stance on RU486 as it applies to rape and incest :

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v77WekmM8F8

So, lemme get this right. A woman is raped and impregnated by her father, and part of your "counseling session" is "you really ought to keep that baby... you don't want to upset God"? That's just fucking absurd. You're talking about, in many cases, a minor - suddenly thrust into a terrible situation that turns her whole world upside down. And you're going to ask that girl, confused and shattered, to make an adult decision on the spot about carrying an incestually conceived rape baby full term? If you think anyone is going to make a sound decision at that point in their life, under those conditions, then you're either : a fucking idiot, or a complete asshole.

Perhaps my biggest issue on her stance is when she says in the interview above "I'm one who believes that life begins at conception". WTF?

Look, I can BELIEVE the moon is made of cheese but that doesn't make it so. You can BELIEVE whatever the fuck you want - but if science steps in and says "uhh.. no" then you're just staying woefully ignorant.

"But Mitcz.." (I hear some of you thinking) "...if life doesn't begin at conception - when DOES it begin?"

Allow me to pull some science on your asses.

First and foremost, we have to ask ourselves the following questions :

Are we protective of ALL life, or just human life?
If you are protective of ALL life, then you've never stepped on a bug in your life. When driving, you swerve to avoid anything that might hit your windshield, or happen under your tires. You also don't, as in Sarah's case, go hunting and fishing and seek to try and make sure those activities are protected above all other issues in your jurisdiction.

So, we can safely say she's being protective solely of HUMAN life. That's fair, as I'm the same way, and I don't hold any ill will towards someone being protective of human life above all others.

What defines a human?
This may sound like a ridiculous question. But, let's think about it - put yourself in a position of having to explain to, say, an alien race what it is to be human. Would you say "well, we have 2 arms and 2 legs"? If so, you're including almost every mammal that ever walked the earth.

Maybe you'd say "well, opposable thumbs" - but monkeys have those, too. Decision-making abilities? Year-round fertility? Communication skills? None of these things are innately human.

If you go the route of "we can walk upright", that would discount babies up until the day they walk. That would make infanticide legal, and I'm certainly not in favor of that.

I'll quote Carl Sagan on these matters, since he wrote what I consider the "last word" on this subject :

The trouble with these particular developmental milestones is not just that they're arbitrary. More troubling is the fact that none of them involves uniquely human characteristics--apart from the superficial matter of facial appearance. All animals respond to stimuli and move of their own volition. Large numbers are able to breathe. But that doesn't stop us from slaughtering them by the billions. Reflexes and motion are not what make us human.

Other animals have advantages over us--in speed, strength, endurance, climbing or burrowing skills, camouflage, sight or smell or hearing, mastery of the air or water. Our one great advantage, the secret of our success, is thought--characteristically human thought. We are able to think things through, imagine events yet to occur, figure things out. That's how we invented agriculture and civilization. Thought is our blessing and our curse, and it makes us who we are.

Life cannot be said to begin at conception, because there is no "life", but merely firings of impulses and meetings of egg and sperm. Semen is spilled in countless billions throughout a man's life - even without their control, as in the case of nocturnal emissions. Eggs die monthly, as we're all aware. Even the meeting of those two does not guarantee a birth, as a spontaneous miscarriage is a common occurrence. You may not even know that you've had one, frankly - and it's been estimated that over 50% of all fertilized eggs are spontaneously miscarried (also called a "spontaneous abortion").Taking that approach, we find that brain waves which may be considered "human thought" do not begin, conservatively, until the 6th month (or, if you prefer, the beginning of the 3rd trimester). Conveniently, that's where Roe v Wade placed the limits on legal abortion except in rare cases.Interestingly, there's no mention in Der Bible about abortion. Nada. Zilch. Zip. The only mention of a fetus, in fact, is this passage from Exodus 21:22 :

"If men who are fighting hit a pregnant woman and she gives birth prematurely but there is no serious injury, the offender must be fined whatever the woman's husband demands and the court allows."

So, feel free to BELIEVE that life begins at conception, but your claims are supported by neither science nor religion. It's just you - being a pompous little shitbag.Oh, and Sarah Palin is a dumb cunt.

So, last night I went back for a 2nd performance at the Aura Nightclub. I still love that club. Though, last night had a bit of a weird vibe. Seemed some of the comedians thought so too.

First, I'll place the video, then I'll give you my "behind the scenes" shit..

CHECK IT OUT HERE ON VIMEO.

I was nervous about this gig. I don't normally get nervous. Quite the opposite, really. I sometimes wonder if I was born without stagefright. Last night's nervousness wasn't about stagefright - it was about the material.

Originally, I'd completely rewritten my "gay marriage" material from scratch. Turned it into this 5-6 minute speech, littered with some pretty angry remarks about the Bush administration, and right-wingers in general. It may have gone over pretty well, but it still needs a little touching up.

Coming back from my mother's memorial service at about 5am Weds morning, I didn't have much time to work on new material. Add in that I had a 10-hour day of background acting on Friday, I was left with even less time. All I really knew was that I wanted to wrap the whole set into one central idea, just to see if it would work. The central idea that night being, basically : throughout history, there have been many amazing people who have accomplished so much and changed the world using little more than the power of thought. Here I am, using the same tools - and all I can do is tell dick jokes for 10 minutes.

I'm not sure if that theme really came through in the set, but it was my first attempt at wrapping my entire set into a cohesive whole - so I'll take what I can get for now.

I've been thinking I should open up a little more in my comedy, and use it as a chance to get some shit off my chest. The heaviest thing on my mind right now being, of course, the recent death of my mother. How do I talk about it, and make it funny? The same way I have been when I'm talking to my friends - I focus on the awkwardness of people's reactions to the news, and to my nonchalant manner of discussing it. Getting over a thing like that - once upon a time it was my biggest fear - takes coming to grips with the reality, and taking it out of the realm of mystical and chalking it up to another of life's little events that really throws you off-course.

My mother passed away 15 minutes into Monday, Sept 15th, and Monday night I walked up onstage at the Howl at the Moon club and threw down some comedy. That Friday was my first Aura Nightclub gig with Rebels of Comedy. So, it's not like I couldn't perform under the pressure. I wanted my mom to "be there", however, and now that I've got a portion of my mom's ashes in a vial here in my room - I decided to put a small sprinkle in some kind of locket. Thankfully, there's an arts-and-crafts store across the street that had a little heart locket. My sister and I will eventually get REAL keepsake necklaces, and I'll have one that isn't so... feminine.

When I was rehearsing last night's material, every time I got to the part where I say "My mother just died. Less than 2 weeks ago", I'd follow it up with "...and it's tough, cause she means the world to me" and I'd end up with a lump in my throat, and sometimes I'd end up crying. By the time I got to Aura, I was so nervous that I'd let out that line and break down onstage, I almost didn't wanna go up. I also had about 12 people showing up just to see me, including friends-of-friends who were arriving with friends-of-friends who saw me last time and sang my praises to pull in more people. I appreciated their presence, no two ways about it. But, it was a bit more pressure than I could handle at the time.

Ultimately, I got through the line just fine - and decided at the last moment to drop the part about how much she meant (cause, really, that would go without saying and it doesn't add anything to the performance). I also decided to alter using the word "gay" to describe my locket, and instead say "faggoty" and make a joke about why i made that decision. I think that was the biggest laugh I got all night. About a minute after getting past the part that had plagued my conscience all day ("my mother died..."), my premature self-celebration made the little screen inside my head go blank and I completely forgot my set.

A little pick-me-up from my friend Vodka/Cranberry helped kickstart the gears again and got me moving along. You'll probably notice in the video that I stumble around a bit, and I'm a bit more drunk than I should have been. But, hell... I made it through the set and I'm ready to fight another day.

Upcoming Gigs..

I'm excited about next month..

Thursday, October 16th @ Shooters // 8:30pm.
NO Cover. NO drink minimum. 18 and over. FREE Parking. And it'll be intimate - only 4 comics. I'll be doing about 20 MINUTES that night.

Sunday, October 26th @ Hollywood Improv // 9:00pm
My BIRTHDAY show (well, 3 days before my birthday) - the LAST show I'll do before I turn the big 3-0. $14 Cover. FREE Parking. Great food, great night. AMAZING venue (world-famous, g'damnit). Make sure to get there EARLY! There's often a line out the door by the time 9pm rolls around, so you should try and get there before 8:30pm at the latest.