From January 2013

Comet Comedy Tomorrow

Going to be on the Comet Comedy show tomorrow:

Its one of a few shows I’ve been booked on recently that I’ve never done before. So far all of these new venues / showcases have been great, and I think this will be the same. Please come see me. It starts at 8:30. Its in the Marina. Please just fucking come see me.

It’s been a good month for shows all-around, to be honest. Red Scott’s room in the Financial District was solid. The Punch Line showcases have been great as usual. And last week’s Run Amok show was probably our best yet.

Ok I’ll stop blowing myself. Come see my show tomorrow. I lub you guys.

Rock n roll all night, tonight

My band, Run Amok, is playing in the Mission tonight. Details are here:

If you aren’t familiar with us, we are a three piece that plays early 90’s style alt rock. The songs are all originals, and they aren’t funny. I feel like I need to point that out since I’m obviously known more for doing stand-up comedy than playing guitar in a band. Anyway, I think we are very good and that seeing tonight’s show would be an enjoyable experience. Just fucking go, please.

We’re all Good Here

Thanks to Red Scott for the set at Muphy’s Pub last night. Going to stop by 50 Mason tonight and then I’m on the showcase at the Punch Line this Sunday.

Next week is more music-centric. My band Run Amok is playing at SUBMission in San Francisco on Thursday the 17. Then we are recording a new tune with our favorite producer Steve Murr on Saturday. I’ll be back to telling dick jokes the following week.

I just found out Petaluma has a Batman. Yea. Some guy roams around its tiny, old-timey downtown with a Batman mask and what appears to be a black t-shirt and dickies. This makes me think of a couple of things. 1: I can’t overstate how glad I am I’m in a relationship. I could easily be San Francisco’s Batman, patrolling the Mission District and getting raped on occasion. But I’ve got a lady to spend time with. 2: I can’t stop laughing at the possibility of a follow up news report on this guy that announces he’s dead. Like, maybe he’d try to stop a real crime like a robbery and he gets shot. The image on the news is some dipshit in a costume crumbled on the ground wearing a Halloween mask. God, something might be wrong with me but I think that’s the funniest shit ever. I mean, I hope nothing bad actually happens to this guy. But fuck me, that would be a riot.

Time to call my picks for football this weekend.

Seattle over Atlanta.
Pats over Houston.
Denver over Baltimore.
San Francisco over Green Bay.

The SF / GB one is the hardest to pick. In the end, I’m just going for the team with home field advantage. But I might eat it on that one.

Alright that’s it. I’m out.

Yes, I still live here

Doing a set a Murphy’s Pub this Thursday. 217 Kearny in SF. Thanks to Red Scott for the set. Look him up. Funny guy. Red hair.

I moved back to San Francisco from Los Angeles in September, 2010. Two and a half years later, I’m still hearing this,

“Hey man, you live here?”

Truth be told, this is my fault. My gradual disappearance from the comedy scene started around May 2011. I had been on a tear since moving back; getting moved to feature at the Punch Line, doing the Bridgetown Festival, and generally just performing my ass off. Then, after a great set at The Business where I recounted my LA journey, I completely lost interest. After leaving Southern California, my attitude towards comedy was that I did it because I had something I wanted to say. I wasn’t chasing a career, just speaking my mind. After that set, I just didn’t feel like I had any stories worth telling anymore. Suddenly I hated performing. Sure, I did shows occasionally, but only ones that I was booked for and only if I was being paid. This became especially true when I started going back to school in January 2012. For the first time in ten years I was spending nights at home. I read a book. I watched movies I had always wanted to see. I spent time with my girlfriend, cooking meals and going to bars. I was pretty happy. No, scratch that, I was perfectly happy. And all the while everyone else just figured I still lived in LA.

But now I’m performing again. Why? Same reasons as before, because I want to. The specifics are different, this time around I’ve got more to prove. There are goals that I have that I won’t go into. I will say that one thing I’m looking to address is that question, “you still live here”?

I was asked that three times last night at the Punch Line. Kevin O’Shea had a great observation. I was asking him about places to grab sets. He mentioned that , “if you don’t do the shit, people forget you.” That was in between two “you still live here’s”? So I guess I’m back to doing rough rooms, performing for drunks and crackheads (this excludes the aforementioned show I’m doing for Red Scott. That show will be solid, Red is a good man. Red hair.)

Be willing to do shitty mics sounds like a weird New Years Resolution. But I’ve learned an important lesson recently. If you don’t leave your comfort zone, you can never grow creatively. And there’s nothing more uncomfortable than making people laugh in a room that smells like piss.

No shows at Kell’s this Weekend, other thoughts

I won’t be at Kell’s tonight or Saturday. Turns out there was a scheduling mix up. Kevin Camia will still be there, however, and he is always worth seeing. So you should still go. I may be there anyway. Might even do a short 7 minute set. Just fucking go please. Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for swearing, it’s just early.

Other things I’m thinking about right now…

Peter David (PAD) had a stroke and I’m devastated. If you don’t know who PAD is, the guy is one of the greatest comic book writers and Star Trek novelists ever. His comics were a huge part of my childhood and are the reason for The Incredible Hulk being my favorite comic book character. I had the pleasure of meeting him, albeit briefly, at a comic book convention several years ago. You would have thought I met Michael Jordan. I was so star struck in front of this bald, be-speckled, overweight man that I could hardly get the words out to tell him how much his work meant to me. His wife is updating his blog with his progress and, thankfully, his mental capacity appears to have been spared. But his body hasn’t been as fortunate, and the full extent of the damage hasn’t been revealed. To follow what is happening to PAD go to his blog at If you want to discover his writing, I encourage you to read his 12-year run on The Incredible Hulk, starting in 1987. Yes, I have every issue. No, you can’t borrow them.

In happier news, fuck the SEC

Louisville beat Florida in the Sugar Bowl and I couldn’t be happier. You’d think watching LSU lose their bowl game would be sweeter but I met many Louisville fans while in New Orleans last week and they were class acts. They outnumbered the Florida fans in town, btw, which adds to my suspicion that the SEC and their fans have become complacent in their recent domination. And I stress “recent”. LSU fans behave as if they and the rest of the SEC have ruled NCAA football forever. I remember the 2004 National Championship, and I remember that it had been 50 years since LSU won that shit. It’s been 10 years of SEC running the table, and its (thankfully) leveling out. Yes, the defenses are great but the ground-and-pound field goal party garbage is fucking boring and unwatchable. Remember the arduous Bama/LSU championship? Fucking yuck. You see, SEC fans don’t understand that that is the reason USC and Oregon and Stanford get massive tv coverage despite SEC teams being (until this year) superior. It’s because the offenses are awesome and entertaining to watch. Take your three-and-outs and field goals and shove them up your ass, SEC. Congrats to Louisville and good luck to Notre Dame.
as of this writing SEC is 3-3 in bowl games this year

Ok, time for work. Thanks for reading.