HOORAY!!!
I didn’t get to see this game because DC got the Dallas/Arizona game (which was awesome). YAY Cardinals!!! The Eagles prognosisĂÂ didn’t sound good during halftime of the Dallas game — Akers had a kick blocked and returned for a TD? I almost cried. Don’t know how you did it guys, but waaaay to pull it out! And the Skins lost too? Today isĂÂ a very good day ;)
Oh… and I can’t forget to point out that Da Bears lost as well. Yes, that’s for you, Ansel ;) Tee hee ;)
Record: 3-3
I think I know the first place we should look.
My parents’ house.
Why, you ask?…
My mom’s mini magazine shrine to Barack in the family room. Please notice the deliberate octagonal layout of the magazines. After seeing this, I went into their spare room/office and totally expected to see Barack’s face plastered all over the walls, like in a serial killer/kidnapper movie. Turns out there were no [more] photos on the wall but there were several unexplained patches of scotch tape. I’m just saying… Tee hee ;)
I teased her about it. Incessantly. But I totally get that this whole campaign has got to be very surreal for someone who grew up in Georgia in the 50’s and 60’s. As awesome as it is for me, it’s gotta be a hundred times more awesome for folks in my parents’ generation. My mom volunteers for the campaign, and she just wants to save everything she can so that she can reflect on it once everything is all over. I guess that’s as noble a reason as any to stalk someone… but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna make fun of her ;)
This is my No. 1 favorite girl… And not just because she made me ;) Tee hee ;) My mom is the best. We had a ‘Girls Day’ today. So. much. fun.
Hey y’all! So next Thursday 10/16 I’ll be back in NYC to perform as part of The Hysterical Festival. It’s an all-female comedy festival featuring stand-up, sketch, cabaret, film screenings… all by some of the most hilarious women in the business. The show I’m on is called “Ambiguously Brown Comedy Hour“ and it’s gonna be at Comix. It’s gonna be an awesome show and I’ll be performing with some amazing comics you’ve seen and heard all over TV and radio (Retta, Jiwon Lee, Diana Saez, Aparna Nancherla, Desiree Burch) — aaaahhh the sisterly love ;)
If you’re in NYC, come on out! Here are the deets:
Comix
353 W. 14th Street
New York, NY
7:30 p.m.
(212) 524-2500
My friend Amber just e-mailed me this photo. In case you can’t believe your eyes, I can confirm dude’s shirt says, “NIGG** PLEASE!! It’s a WHITE House.” I’m not sure if this was a forward or something she or someone she knows saw… But either way, this just gives me one more reason to get up at the butt crack of dawn on Nov. 4th and vote. I’ll vote twice if I can.
Hope dude doesn’t do anything to hurt himself on Nov. 5th once Barack locks it in (please read the sarcasm).
Barack the Vote.
So I tripped up to NYC yesterday for an audition at good ‘ole Gotham. Treated myself to the train (only one way of course, I took the bus back). Had a pretty good nite. When I got to the club I went down into the smaller lounge showroom in the basement to clear my head and run thru my set a few more times… I was casually chatting with the owner of the club and a booker/producer friend I hadn’t seen in almost two years when in walks one Mr. Louis Ramey — one of my absolutest favoritest people!
(That’s me and Lou. I promise, he really does like me … at least I think he does ;)
We met formally during this season of Last Comic, and were looking forward to clowning together for longer than the semifinal week we spent in Vegas, but the comedy gods had other plans. They sent me packing and he made it to the top five ;) But we’ve kept in touch and just thinking about some of the things he says off stage send me into spontaneous laughing fits ;)
Anyway, he saw me first. And when I looked up and our eyes met, it was like the scene at the end of The Color Purple when Nettie comes back to the farm with Celie’s kids and they’re reunited…
We even played the same hand game. You think I’m kidding. But every Black person in this country knows the words: “Me and you us never part. Makidada. Me and you us have one heart. Makidada.” We did this. Repeatedly throughout the nite. I heart Louis. The other day I left a comment on his Myspace page asking him for a dollar. When I saw him last nite he handed me four quarters. What a guy! ;)
My show was at 8:30 in the main room and there were some great comics on the showcase: Mike Birbiglia, Arj Barker, Baron Vaughn, Nate Bargatze (one of my personal faves ;). I met a comic out of Boston called Joe Wong who had this hilarious bit about the test to become a US citizen. He’s a Chinese immigrant and he says one of the questions on the test was “Who is Benjamin Franklin?” His answer: The reason our convenience store got robbed. And then another question was “What is the second amendment?” His answer: The reason our convenience store got robbed. Or something similar to that. It was hilarious. I heart him too now.
I won’t bother you with the rest of the details of the nite, except to tell you that my 1:45 am bus didn’t leave until after 2:30 am. I got home at 7:15 and had to hop in the shower and be out the door again by 8:00. Exhale. I was dragging this morning, but as I was coming out of the Metro there was someone there blowing bubbles. There were bubbles everywhere and I immediately felt better. I don’t know what it is about bubbles but they take me back to an innocent time where I was completely carefree. I tried to catch the bubbles. I forgot that I was 30. ;)
I think I’m gonna buy some bubbles to keep around the house. I already have bubble wrap stashed in my hall closet. I pop it when I’m upset. It calms me down ;) Maybe anything that contains the world bubble is a good mood alterer for me. Maybe I should see a shrink. Perhaps I should buy some bubble gum. I’m so sleepy. I’m sorry you had to read this.
This morning I gargled with Mr. Clean w/ Febreze. And no this wasn’t some “Take me with you, M.C.” statement as a result of his passing. The color and the bottle kinda resembled my Family Size Arctic Mint Listerine. They were both on my bathroom counter, I was half-sleep, and I hadn’t put my contacts in yet.
YUCK!
Ok, so now that OJ has been convicted of armed robbery and kidnapping, and is clearly going away for a very long time, I think it’s time that African Americans across the country finally come clean about how we feel/have always felt about him.
Come on y’all…
I’m thinking at the next National Black General Body (NBGB) Meeting, we should issue some kind of official joint statement or press release that lets the rest of the country/world know that we as a community are glad this murderous fool is finally going to prison — and that none of us actually thought he was innocentĂ back in ’95. BTW, if you actually clicked that link looking for information on a nationwide Negro meet (I knew it wasn’t just an urban myth…) you should really be embarrassed. Sarcasm is the air that I breathe, people.
Take a whiff.
As it’s been reported numerous times over the past decade and a half or so, Black folks in this country were never so naive as to believe OJ wasn’t a cold-blooded murderer. In fact, the only Black people who believe OJ was innocent also believe in unicorns… and time travel… and that Michael Jackson is the biological father of three White children. It’s just that after decades of seeing tons of non-Black violent criminals acquitted, and maybe equally as many Black folks wrongly convicted of crimes… we felt like we were due for a little high-fiving and dancing in the streets.
Can you blame us?
Any sensible person watching that Bronco chase knew damn well that fool was guilty. And we’ve been saying for years that OJ needed to take his Black ass somewhere and sit down — take the Cutco set to the pawn shop and be thankful for his freedom. But dude couldn’t leave well enough alone… When he wrote that “If I Did It” book, I was sick to my stomach. Thank God it was never released. And when I first heard about this latest case, I started rubbing my hands together… (Oh I hope they get yo’ behind this time, Orenthal!!!)
And they did. So Hooray! Poof, be gone.
