In de face, Stonewall Jackson

The venue I was working at last nite in Harrisonburg, VA put me up in the Robert E. Lee room at the Stonewall Jackson Bed & Breakfast. And I didn’t have to make the beds OR breakfast. Cause I’m free.

In de face, Stonewall!

The folks there were great and the place was super cute (see pics above). So cute, in fact, that I was willing to forgive the irony of management putting two Black comics up at the Stonewall Jackson Inn during Black History Month… But seriously folks, the whole time I was at the B&B all I could think was: This is why we celebrate Black History Month — to honor the people who fought and died to make it possible for me to be able to stay there and NOT be a servant. Because, real talk: he and his family probably owned mine (Jackson: Jackson). Sidebar, I’m not entirely sure I even know why I included that photo of me pretending to be asleep. But I guess maybe if old Stonewall is looking up at this from wherever he is now, he’d get a kick out of me napping at his crib.
YES!!! In de face!

Black History I’d Rather Forget: Pt. 1

In honor of Black History Month, I thought it would be fun to post about some of the not-so-great guys I’ve dated. Because they are Black. And they are also history. I’ve also dated two Puerto Ricans. But I’m still cool with both of them. Perhaps I’ll write something nice about them during Hispanic Heritage Month. Or on whatever day the Puerto Rican Day Parade is.

But for now, on to today’s post:

Name: Andre
History-Making Move: He led me to believe I was his only girlfriend. According to his fiancée, I was not.

Google Analytics made me cry

Should I be insulted that according to Google Analytics, the #1 Keyword redirecting people to my blog is “Rasputia?”

Yes, THAT Rasputia.

A few years ago I did a post about an encounter I had with an audience member who called me Rasputia as an insult, but nearly 3 years later I’m a little worried that so many people are finding me via that keyword. My hope is that these folks were just looking for photos or video clips of that character… But what if they couldn’t remember my name and they Googled “that comedian that looks like Rasputia” and my name came up.

Wait. Hold on while I Google that to see what it yields…

OK. My name didn’t come up. But I’m still feeling some kind of way that ‘Erin Jackson’ is only 4th in the list of names that brings people to my site. Exhale. I guess I should be happy with the site traffic no matter where it comes from.

I need ice cream. :(

I see you driving ’round town with the girl I love and I’m like…

So I was in the beauty supply store buying a new flat iron when my eyes were assaulted by this:

I couldn’t believe the nice old Asian man who owns this store would sell something like this. I’m tempted to pay someone to go in there and buy it so I can videotape it.

I bet this is what Cee-Lo smells like.