Pigeon Hole

Sometime soon, I will WYSIWYG my way out of here.
Projects in the works chickadees.

get up stand up

Les sons du moment:
 Francky Vincent: fruit de la passion
Cheb Khaled: Aïcha
Beegees: Staying alive

Oh bon Dieu comment personne n'arrive à garder quoi que ce soit secret dans ma famille, autant que j'en parle. Merde!

Since no one in my family seems to be able to keep a secret, I might as well talk about it! Dangit!

Anyways, I was trying to protect certain people (y compris moi même) with children (and or no sense of humor - my humor at least) from this very uncertain and not at all hopeful reality:
I'm doing some stand up.
 I've just had my 7th performance. It went very well thank you.
Sadly, the owner is shutting down the Pranzo (my favourite parisian comedy haunt) so the organizer has to find a new space. So I might be doing a lot less in the upcoming weeks. :(
And if I'm not showing you, it's probably because I esteem that my subject matter is too racy for you, and or that it's not polished enough. My OCD lies in perfectionism. I don't want to show you a draft. I want you to see polish. Or see, what I see as polished.
 But yeah it's quite racy.
Very family inappropriate.

So I would like to try to list my comedy icons, from early days to now. Peewee Herman, Gonzo the Great, Fozzy T Bear, Statler and Waldorf, Animaniacs, Adventures of Pete and Pete, old SNL, KITH, Janeane Garafalo, Jim Bruer, Jeremy Hotz, George Carlin, Jon Stewart, SOAP, then I moved and had other things on my mind like learning French.
Then I got into it again, Mitch Hedburg, BILL HICKS (n°1 ever IMHO) then I got seriously into it (twhs) and Dice, Pryor, Rickles phase I went. Also, a roast phase. I love Lisa Lampanelli and Greg Giraldo (MHRIP). I really love roasts. I love watching a bunch of comics tear the shit out of each other. Chelsea Handler (pre nose job of course, although which one?), and very recently, my new acquaintances at the Pranzo.

 Please no one ever talk to me about Woody Allen again though. I honestly do not give a shit about that boundary abusing fuck.

 But I really love what artists like Hicks and Pryor have done have done for our collective unconscious. Hicks: see marketers, Christians (particularly about the cross) and Kennedy. Pryor: see the N word.
in the forest voice: "that's all she had to say about that"

Wild wild life

Ohh life it's bigger, it's bigger than you, and you are not me. The things that I would go through . . . Renewness, stop stealing Michael Stipe lyrics. It doesn't matter if REM is dead. Oh are they still dead? Yes, but not like MCA. Too soon? Yeah kind of, I'll miss the Beastie Boys. Why was I writing again? Oh yes, I, renewness, would hereby like to declare that I am funny in the walls. Here is a picture of Hungary's parliament, lit up at night.