He reminds me a bit of Caine, from that 70s TV series, Kung Fu. Shaven head, with just a bit of hair on top, a “last hurrah” of hair for a fifty-something writer and private investigator with jade beads around his neck. He’s the kind of person who’s learned to be comfortable being uncomfortable. Me, I’m just uncomfortable. I was
Once a week, in a secret location left unrevealed till the day of the show, a handful of Boise’s top comics gather to perform. I’ve got proof.
Way back seemingly forever ago, (but it was only the end of July), Penny bid on a Boise PD ride-along for me, part of a fundraiser for Special Olympics. She won, meaning I won. There were papers to fill, waivers and such. Bad things can happen, for which the police department is not responsible. After a couple of scheduling misfires,
When Brian, one of the owners of the Lounge at the End of the Universe, walked up during the second opening act, he was very nice about how he told me not to photograph till after the show. I suffer from selective hearing, which is why I wasn’t aware I couldn’t photograph the acts as they were unfolding. This also
Quick, what’s the best way to find a vet? Yelp? Nope. Recommendation from a friend? Nah ah. What, then? How about just get in your car on a cloudy day, and head on up to Idaho City? You’ll meet Wayne at the Wildfires Museum, which is open for the first time in several years. Wayne fought wildfires for half a
There are days when everything feels up in the air. Like Day One of Gowen Thunder, when I showed up with my press pass and a bucket full of enthusiasm. With this press pass and a direct line to my POC (point of contact), Kyle Mead, everything was a go for my second airshow with the US Army Parachute Team,
Tonight, at the Writers in the Attic gathering at Julia Davis Park, I came to an important realization. I love ice cream more than life itself. They were passing it out for free at the WITA THREE anthology launch. FOUR flavors, including my new favorite, ALL NIGHTER, a coffee, chocolate, crunchy thing combo, packaged in a grown-up push-up container labeled
IPeppy the Cat has emerged from her hiding place. She’s stretched out on the bed, catting. Tonight’s our big showcase at the world famous Ice House. I asked my coach, Corey, this question:Do you rehearse till you want to blow your brains out, then rehearse some more? Or is there another method?His answer? Yes. Cryptic. I’ve been practicing my bit
The movers have come and gone. We’re holed up down the street at one of those Extended Stay places, a little shabbier than what we’re used to, but livable. The key card works sometimes, but mostly it doesn’t. I lost Peppy the cat the morning of our second day. I looked everywhere. Under the bed. On top of the cabinets.
This is us getting ready for the August 6 Cool Beans Comedy showcase at The Ice House in Pasadena. We’re in the California Room, working out with Andrew. We’ll have another run-through in the Legendary Room, with Corey, and then begins the week long final stretch, a combination of practice and anxiety, and the knowledge that we all did great