Are People Getting Dumber?

What a stupid question! LOL. J/K.

I was asked a few weeks ago to contribute to a New York Times Room for Debate Forum on intelligence. The debate centered around the question of whether or not Americans are becoming dumber. It was published last night. Check out the articles — especially mine — and join in the conversation if you like!

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The Greatest Tribute of All

So happy I caught this video in my Facebook newsfeed this afternoon. My friend Joy posted this video of a friend of hers singing a Whitney Houston tribute/medley and I almost didn’t watch it. Don’t make the mistake I almost made. This lady right here… Ms. Shelea Frazier, is a S-A-N-G-ERRRR!!! This tribute was beautifully done and so respectful… Please watch it and share it. With all the talent-deficient superstar “artists” radio tries to push down our throats, it’s refreshing to hear someone with real, pure talent.

That “…for the Bible” in “Jesus Loves Me” sent chills down my spine. Shelea also had a song on the “Jumping the Broom” soundtrack. Also fantastic!!!

Shelea, if you ever come across this, I wish you the very best in your career. And if you have an album, I want 3. Follow her on Twitter here.

You’re welcome.

Road trips and underground railroads

Just got back from an 11-day road trip where I traveled to north Jersey, northwestern PA, upstate NY, back to Jersey, then back upstate, and finally to the Philly area to watch the Super Bowl with other angry Eagles fans. It was exhausting and kind of a blur, but the highlight of my trip was the show I did at Auburn Public Theater in Auburn, NY. Auburn is a great little town. It’s the kind of place where even the Days Inn is nice (not that I stayed there; I’m just sayin’). The trip in was absolutely beautiful. As I drove thru neighboring Skaneateles, I had to pull over to take photos, it was so pretty:

The theater and its owners, Carey and Angela, were great too.


When I got there Carey told me about some of the tourist attractions in town. He mentioned that Harriet Tubman used to live in Auburn and that her former home was a soon-to-be national landmark. I was so bummed I didn’t know that earlier in the day when I was lounging around Skaneateles so I could have taken the full tour. I usually research the places I visit so I don’t miss out on cool stuff like this, but I’d been running so much it slipped my mind for this trip. Thank goodness for Carey! Continue reading →

No money, No money, No money…

OK, so let me get this straight… A company called Mo Money Taxes with this logo is writing bad refund checks and defrauding its customers?

I’m shocked!

I’m even more shocked by the number of people in the Hampton Roads area who were willing to go on camera and admit they were un-smart enough to get their taxes done at Mo Money Taxes. I’d probably have broken a window, but… un uh.

Mo Money customers have more problems:

Part 2:

Mo Money customers have more problems:

My friend Damon said getting your taxes done by these folks is “Darwinism at work,” and although that may be a bit harsh, I’m inclined to agree with his sentiment. I mean there’s “keeping it real/in the community” and then there’s just “dumb sh!t.” I do hope these people get their money, though. Especially the guy in the video with the skully on. He looks really mad.

Land of Love

So I did a show in the Poconos two weekends back and when I drove on to the resort grounds I saw the sign above. I took a photo of it then because I thought it was cute. “Awww…” I thought. “The Land of Love.”

I had no idea what I was in for. I don’t always research the venues in which I’m going to perform. Sometimes I just find out what it pays, and plug the address into my GPS. This was one of those times. When I finally got up the drive, I parked my car and went into the main building to check in. I was caught off guard by this sign hanging above the front desk:

Wait… What the hell kind of place is this? Finally got to my room, and well… this was my room:


Round bed. Heart shaped jacuzzi. Mirrors EVERYWHERE… I’ve stayed in hundreds of hotel rooms in my life, but thinking about the stuff that’s gone on in this one made me not want to bathe, sleep, or sit on anything. But I needed to shower before the show. When I looked thru my toiletry bag I realized I didn’t bring soap. So I headed down to the gift shop to grab some.

It was a hotel gift shop unlike anything I’d ever seen:

Yeah… Look I’m no prude. Not by anyone’s standards but this caught me so off guard I was seriously ready to self-deport myself from The Land of Love. The show ended up being great. I was there with the super funny and handsome and fellow Jersey native, Rodney Laney and except for all the love in the air, the happy couples staring up at me, and the slow dancing that happened on the dance floor before the first act went on (slow dancing at a comedy show?), it was a really great show.

When I got back home I was telling a friend about my trip and she said that she’d actually been there with one of her exes… “It’s kinda cute in a cheesy 80’s way though, right?,” she asked. “Right?…”