Punchline.
Hung out at the Punchline all night, ugg. It is literaly a pain in the ass. All night long listenting to comics. You see, in order to get on stage you have to hang out there and in order to get paid work there you have to get on stage there, which leads us back to do do do. The show was bad, people were being experimental and the ideas, I feel, weren't flushed out enough and there was alot of akwardness. Last night I did an open mic in San Francico and some people had come all the way from Oakland just to watch it. Man, that was a bad idea, that's like showing people your sonagram picture. That's practice time and I felt all guilty to them because Jacob was all chummy with them and I thought they'd hate my jokes. They were all new and a few were a little too conceptual, one just really sucks and I thought it had potential but it reached its 3 set limit and didn't do well so, oh well. I'm writting a script for a sit-com, not to sell, just to have. I just finished the treatment and I like it. I think it might be a little too dirty cuz I started to get a little turned on when I was writting some of it, but alot of stuff turns me on so I'm a bad gauge. I just at 2 chicken monster tacos, more like mutant tacos, ekkkkk, why'd I do that, gross. I gave a tour yesterday and I totally had a camera phone moment, this guy was holding a baloon "animal" of a sward but he was holding it at his crotch and sitting down so it looked like cock and balls. He wasn't a creep he didn't know he was doing it. So of course being the professional I am I included him in my tour, and he had a bunch of tourist pointing and laughing at him. Tough life being a grown up.