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Gunshow officially ended it's run at Gotham City Improv with a nice house. I think we'll still end up owing money to the house because we had some 8 person shows and we were supposed to have like 20 a night. But over all we had some nice turn out. Here is what I remember of tonight's show: 1) Man comes to strip club for brunch, strippers and a porno mag. The strippers are tired and gross. The brunch is one left-over eggo waffle and a sausage link. The man is disturbed by the lack of interest and grossness of the strippers and leaves. 2) Weird classroom scene. Teacher is explaining how to so something. Build a gumball machine. There is a child hiding in a pile of wood. He was put there by another student and peed himself. Threats fly around. 3) Truckstop with the best brunch. Trucker is insulted by non-truckers attitude towards the brunch at the truckstop. Turns out that the guy is a documentarian trying to capture what is so great about a truck stop. 4) Floating Casino Murder. 2 serial killers pick up a couple on a floating casino. The slower of the 2 murderers wins the couples jackpot with a stolen quarter. He is rewarded with a free meal. The other serial killer kills the man in the couple. He is rewarded by the casino for being a nice person with a room 4) A: In the hotel room on the riverboat casino: The killers are eating eggo waffles with the woman they have captured. The corpse is also there. The woman, thought she knows she is going to be murdered eventually, feels that the killers are treating her nicely. "You're like our Kobe Beef" one of the murderers is heard to say. 4) B: Deprogramming: The woman is safe from the murderers but she empathizes with them. A counselor tries to reason with her but she can't be swayed. 4) C: The woman visits the killers in prison. She explains what the counselor said and the killers are hurt by the accusation that they wouldn't have paid for the hotel room to kill her. They assure her that they would have paid for a room to kill her in. They are eating eggo waffles in jail. They all share a moment over the eggo waffles. 5) A man is yelling at a man in a car to let him in. The yelling man is angry because the guy in the car gave him the finger. The yelling man tries to use a slim jim to open the car but is foiled repeatedly by the man in the car who is eating Wendy's while the yelling man tries to get him. He eventually gets into the car and the other man gets out. The yelling man steals the guy's car. Completely forgetting his own car. 6) A Speech Debate Team Coach preps his team for the big debate off. Everyone on the team has a terrible speech impediment except one guy but the coach is mad at him because he is fixated on a strip club in the town. Eventually that man is kicked off the team. They all join hands in a group salute that is ruined by the speech impediments. 7) Two girls are picked up by a strange pair of Truckers who just love to share their sex toys with young girls. The female trucker gives the more uptight girl a black dildo. The non-uptight girl is happily exploring the dildos and S&M gear. 7)A: Truck Stop. The girls are dropped off at a Truck Stop. Before they can get very far the man offers them a nice selection of dildos. Strip club revisited: @ lazy gross strippers are hanging-out in the empty club. The only gay guy in town enters. The strippers put him in his place and tell him he is going to hell. A new gay guy in town comes in and is also told he is going to hell. The strippers reveal that they are Stripping in Jesus' name. The show off their tattoos. One of them has Jesus on the cross on her vagina. Ashley once again had the most memorable line. "You should see it when I am on my period" LIGHTS. I wasn't crazy about the show myself but as always people seemed to enjoy it. People from work came as well as my brother and his girlfriend. The show after ours was pretty stellar. I enjoyed it thoroughly. Tonights weird after show experience was interesting. I was in the 23rd street station awaiting the train. I happened to be scribbling in my note book the details of tonights show when a dude came up to me and started asking me if I write and what am I writing and so on. It caught me off guard at first. When someone asks me if I "write" i automatically go bakc to high school when tha meant "do you do graffiti?" He was just asking what I was scribbling in my book. We ended up talking a little. He and his friends had just finished coming from the UCB where they had seen Kilgore, their awesome Halloween frightfest. Fun show. It was just another weird chance encounter with a stranger. But this one ended without me being slapped i the face so that is good. The trains came pretty quick for 12:30am. Gotta go to bed.

I can't believe that I watched the Red Sox win today. It was unbelieveable. Which is what I just said when I said I couldn't believe it. I never actually believed that I would witness this in my lifetime. Which is also an affirmation of the first statement. I thought I would be doomed to be forever locked in a death dance with the sox. Hoping and praying and always being disappointed. I guess that whole concept is blown now. I guess I can still count on the Knicks and the Bucks to let me down. Rode to work again today. Suffered mightily. Tomorrow at work I meet Frank Gehry, the world famous architect. I feel like I should pie him. Strike a blow for al-pieda. We're expecting a ton of spectators. Over 1,000. Hooray. Still some fall out from the earlier posting where I mentioned my old job and my feelings about it. Oh well. What I thought was funnier was the insane post by the owners stepmom that was also turned up in the same search. A classic man-hating rant. HIGH COMEDY. The user comments were awesome, too. My favorite suggested that they wanted to go back in time and abort her. Now that is HARSH! Also lots of comments suggesting she was really a man. Sigh.

Well today in the grand fashion of the internet my former employer googled for his company and found out that I had blogged about a meeting I had with other ex-employees of the company. At that meet-up we bitched about the place. I don't think anyone who has worked there has good feelings about it for a lot of reasons. But, I digress. So, once again my internet scribblings have angered someone. What can I do? Some people don't understand the need to blog or online diary or whatever. Especially when you are going to put private shit or feelings about other people. Who knows. Maybe I have secret need to tell people what I think about them without confronting them in person. Maybe I just want to be caught. Like the time I stole all that money from Larry Pervison and told him his neighbor did it and he killed his neighbor. Well, lets hope I finally learned my lesson and stop sharing my feelings about stuff. Boy, this blog will be boring from hear on out. The Red Sox just beat the cards 4-1 to take a 3-0 lead in the best of 7 series. Break out the brooms? :fingerscrossed: Gotta email Larry and tell him to look at my blog now. That's if he gets the internet in prison.

Watching the Red Sox in game 1 of the 2004 World Series. Fucking tied up now. The Red Sox of all teams have the ability to blow a lead and so they have done. Now it's 9-7 BoSox. Yeah! Last night Gunshow had another crazy show. Very funny but all over the place. The show as I can remember it. 1. Pizza restaurant where the guy working the counter mistakenly things the customer is the boss. Turns out he doesn't even work at the restaurant. We follow him home. His wife is understanding even though he has worked at the restaurant for 3 years and never been paid. 2. A redneck feast is prepared. People serve all the food with their hands. the man stirring the punch with his hands has been working with liquid manure at his job. Scene ends with man stirring stew with his foot. 3. Restaurant worker has future as a hand model ruined by being exposed to Kansas City BBQ sauce. Several scenes from her life are seen. 4. Bobby Jones. Extremely cool doorman helps 2 kids dispose of a body and kill a hostage. Bobby Jones: "You need to cut off his cock and stuff it in his mouth" Takes something out of his mouth. Hostage: "They already did." Weeps Bobby Jones: "Oh sorry. I thought they filled your mouth with a vienna sausage." Bobby Jones then breaks the mans neck and suggests that we eat the bodies. 5. Expectant couple await their surragte's child. People keep psyching them out. Finally the couple snap and attack the guy who keep making fun of them leading to the best line of the night. "You ever been PUSSYFUCKED, motherfucker!?" With ashley grabbing Matt Stinton and pumping him from behind. It was quite a visual. 6. Two scenes involving taco bell. I don't remember much because I was too into miming the actual work flow of a taco bell. I think I made 4 tacos, some chili-cheese burritos, 6 sodas and a cinnamon crisp desert over the two scenes. 7. A bouncer who used to work in taco bell from the fioiorst scene is a bouncer at a club. He is harassed by people who have been disfigured by kansas city bbq sauce. 8. A guy has a nose bleed before a party. Someone comes in and accuses him of having done all the coke. Meanwhile a man is going to the bathroom and uses his underwear to wipe his ass. This eventually ends up being used to stop the flow of blood. 9. Family who pussy fucked the guy earlier make it up to the guy by allowing him to come over and see the baby. A short in the booth made some horrible sounds on the speaker. the baby became an evil static electric child. We decided the baby must die. LIGHTS OUT. So, classic gunshow. Totally insane but the audience really enjoyed the show. Even someones parents at the show liked it and told Ashley that the pussy fucking was funny. On another note it was the fullest show yet. Probably like 20+ people there. Next week is our last show of this run. It's been fun. I hope we can pack the house for the last night. So anyway I went out for a beer to celebrate a groupmates birthday but left kind of early. Caught a train home relatively fast. I was really trying to finish the massive novel I was reading, "Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrell". I was so into it I didn't expect it at all when I got slapped in the face. It was really weird. My first thought was I must know this person because who the fuck would hit me? All I am doing is reading. I looked up and it was some old bummmy looking black guy missing a tooth. He was like "Ohhhh...." I looked up at him like "What the fuck?" and he was like "Ohhhh.." So I said "Come on, man. Whats up?" and he said "I was moving my hand off the pole....."and then he just jujmped straight off the train since we had come to a halt. So hippy type girl said "I think he should have apologized to you." I agreed. The incident made me think of the time recently when guy threw a coffee stir stick in my face as I entered my local deli. Just weird. Not only in the action but the fact that instead of apologizing both men just explained what they had meant to do and then went back to doing what they had wanted to do. I came home and finished my book. It was good.

Red Sox / Yanks. 9th innning. I literally almost had a heart attack in the bottom of the 8th inning. Fucking A-Rod and his arm swipe. I was screaming at the TV in my living room like a fucking idiot. This was all before the replay showed the Yanks multi-million dollar 3rd baseman take a major karate chop at the pitchers glove. Luckily the umps made another good call. Fucking pitching change. Fucking pop ups and the cops need to be called up because the worst fans in baseball littered the field with dangerous debris. 9th inning. lead off walk. Bernie strikes out. Posada Stikes out. Bad call by the ump 3-1.... Full count.... Walk..... fucking bull shit.... Foulke always makes it interesting... in a bad way. So did B.Y. Kim thats why he is in AAA.... 2 -2 to Clark... Full count... so insane... STRIKE OUT! HOLY FUCK! The sox make history and force game 7. My misery is extended one more day. Thank you? Oh no! Schilling is thanking God for the win. Says he became a Christian 7 years ago. WTF?! Weird.

Jodi, Ace and I rented a car and took a little end of the season trip up to NH this weekend. The trip up was crazy. We started off at 6pm and got stuck in crazy ass traffic all the way to the George Washington Bridge. It took us from 6pm until 8pm to be free of the major traffic. The fact that it was pouring rain unmercifully really slowed us down. The real rain didn't start until like 11pm. I drove through some of the hardest rain I have ever seen. We arrived at the house at 1:30am. That is a long fucking drive for one that normally only takes 4:30. We opened the house and it was wicked cold, as the locals say. We tried to turn on the heater. No go. Pilot wouldn't light or stay on. We gave up and piled on the blankets. Next morning we tried some more but the heater was done. A visit from the heater repair guy revealed that the gentlemen who recently vinyl sided the house decided to cover the intake for the heater. This created a terrible hazard with huge potential for calamity. We avoided using it after we found out that we could die from using it. My mom and Joan came to the beach to give us some baby relief on Saturday. We used the opportunity to go see "Team America" It was hilarious. Afterwards we went and got some bar food in Portsmouth. It was during a Red Sox ALDS game so everything was packed but we got a decent seat at one place. I had a direct view of the TV so I got to see the Red Sox choke like fucking idiots on the way to that 19-8 loss. The beach was really great. Crisp air. Clear, star-filled nights. I made some great habanero salsa that I have learned how to make. Bought the peppers at the farmers market and went to town. Delicious. Ace really loves the ability to run around and the beach allowed him to do that in spades. When he is on the beach it's like the ocean is a magnet. He is inexorably drawn to the crashing waves. He's such a little water nut. The ride home was great. We made good time and had an unusual experiencea at a rest stop. That was that it was clean, the food was good and it wasn't crowded. I guess that was the first fall monday I have ever stopped in one. It was nice. After that we hit almost no traffic until we got on the Major Deegan. Traffic came to a complete stand still. Turned out that a car had flipped over somewhere. Luckily we realized that we were right an exit that would lead us to Manhattan via some weird bridge I had never heard of. A quick call to my aunt Pat to confirm we were at the right bridge and just like a dream (a very unusual dream) we were in Harlem. We managed to work our ways home and I had the rental back in plenty of time. The car reeks a little of baby puke but I don't think I will get penalized for that. Quick train ride home and I was still in time to watch the Red Sox steal one from the Yanks in the 14th inning. Wild.

If I could point to one of the main contributors in my life long view of the world as a miserable place to live, where dreams are never realized and evil constantly triumphs good, I have to look no further than my fandom of the Boston Red Sox. They have been letting me down for 35 years. Forever dangling hope infront of me and the ever so slowly lifting it out of my reach and handing it willingly to the hated Yankees. I could go on for an eternity about the vileness of the typical yankees fan. Their spoiled shitty attitude. Their shitty behaviour at the ballpark. Their retarded chants. Don't get me wrong, Red Sox fans are assholes, too. But not to the supremely high level that Yankees have achieved. Yankees fans have prefected the craft of the unkind winner. I am bitching mainly because they beat the Sox last night in the first game of the Divisional series. Going to the beach this weekend. Really looking forward to getting out of the city and into the fresh air. When we are in NH Jodi's asthma vanishes. NYC has some bad air mojo on her. Looks like I let my public access show die on the vine.... don't want to get into the details. Grrr.. OKay I will. My mom called me yesterday to tell me that I was supposed to come get a T-Shirt months ago that had an envelope with it with my Public Access show labels in it. I needed these labels to tell me when my show was supposed to be on so I could drop off tapes. Long story short I don't recall being told this. Now I haven't put up a show in 6 weeks. Sigh... I have recently come to the realization that I need to ask for more credit for my creative assistance. Lately I have had a bunch of people ask my help and then take my ideas and use them as their own. In the past I was pleased to help but I have had to watch as people take all the credit. It's frustrating. All I want is the recognition that I am a brilliant super genius. Why is that so hard for people? Last weeks improv show: 1) Dentist explores teeth made of ham, dentists make jokes 2) child forced to dance with strangers. 3) Son chops off arm, dad is mad. there was more but I can't recall.

Amazing how much happens between blogs. Last Thursday I went to a DJ lesson at the DJ Scratch Academy on 10th street & 6th ave. I was really impressed at how well the DJ teacher guy did teaching a bunch of 30 something doofuses. It was a remarkably entertaining event and it was capped off with Burritos and cake. Does it get better than that? Work is the same as always. There is the constant battle to stop people from reserving equipment late, late returns and general unhappiness with the system. My assistant, Kevin, seems to be adaoting well. He needs to get some time on the Windows machines and some general room experience. He has been really taking the pressure off in dealing with the check outs and returns. Last Friday I went and got my hair cut at the Melvins and Pats on 110th & Amsterdam. I love the experience. Totally filthy. Hair everywhere. Haircuts fast and furious. The thing I love is that for $10 I get a pretty nice haircut, very quickly, with the focus on nice crisp lines. Oh course you have to deal with the fact that there is loud merenge playing all the time and the barbers argue in spanish. When I went in this time I thought there was a line but it was ll for this one barber guy who does all the young dudes. I got one of the less popular people. Fine with me. Problem was that my guy was the loser at the place. His clippers were busted, everyone was making fun of him, his drawer was filthy. It was not encouraging. He managed to give me a really nice hair cut in the end. You cna't go wrong for $10. Satuday I spent a ton of time with Ace because Jodi had an art opening. It was fun. We played in the playground. My friends ted & Cindy met me there. Cindy is so good with kids. She played with Ace all over the playground. At night I took Ace to Exit Art where he was a star, running all over the place. He was also a star because he was on the poster for the show. It was a good time even though Ace was super tired from the rest of the day. Sunday we had brunch with Ann Greisar at the Heights Cafe. Afterwards my mom came over and we went to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. It was the fall Chili Pepper festival. It wasn't exactly what I expected but it was fun. Lots of neat little chili exhibits and stuff to see and do. I made Jodi get her first ever temporary tattoo. It said "Chile Pepper Festival." We only had a chance to Sample a few salsas but they were murderously hot. Seriously not edible. Wow,my life is exciting I must go to sleep.... Sleep