Entries from February 2010 ↓

Mysterious Universe Fake Whistleblower Contest: The Men in Brown

Here is my entry for the Mysterious Universe Fake Whistleblower Contest. Mysterious Universe is a top-notch podcast examining stories of the bizarre, unexplained, and paranormal hosted by Benjamin Grundy and Aaron Wright. They are currently holding a contest for the best “fake whistleblower,” i.e. someone who comes out of the shadows and divulges top secret information. The winner receives a salt lamp.

Jeremiah Stand-Up: Lost

Here I am making fun of Lost at another SuperEgo open mic.

My Newest Character: Larry the Political Partisan Trauma Surgeon Who Had a Rough Weekend

The First Song of My First Musical

 
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Here is the first song of my forthcoming first musical.  I have no musical or songwriting ability but I do have Garageband.

This song is entitled “I’m Really Nervous Making Travel Arrangements for This Man I Don’t Know.”

Stay tuned for the rest of the musical.

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President Obama, Insult Comic

I saw some of President Obama’s recent roast of the Republican Party and thought he came off as a seasoned Insult Comic.  Here’s my impression.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

Here’s a second draft of my soon to be classic Job Interview Stand-Up Bit.

Concert Review: The Performance in the Adjacent Bathroom Stall

This past Tuesday, I was fortunate enough to stumble across an unpublicized concert conducted by a master of the craft in the adjacent men’s room stall at work.  As I sat minding my own business, as it were, I was entertained by the most august sounds of broken wind I have ever encountered.  One of the compositions lasted a decibel shattering two minutes.  The sound was not unique, but well executed bringing to mind a squeaky trombone peppered with the occasional whisper of relief or grunt of despair.

I wanted to stay for the whole performance but, regrettably, eight minutes had passed and I needed to return to my desk.  And I did so with nothing but praise for the tunes that had been blown in stall number two.

If you have a chance to visit my men’s room at work, I suggest showing up at 1:25 p.m., and stake out a spot before the crowds.  Perhaps bring a blanket and some wine.  At around 1:45 p.m. the Maestro takes to the can.