Lunch.

I like my bagels with butter, cream cheese AND jelly. Together. Preferably mixed fruit jelly. I don't care about no stinkin' heart attack. I don't care about fat. Puhlease.

I'm still alive, and the Fringe is almost over, so I may have a life that consists of rest and real cooking soon. Maybe not.

Come out and see a show.

List.

I'm doing other stuff, life stuff in the the real world. I offer you a list:

1. I hate the Yankees.

2. I hate the Braves.

3. The Mets are pretty freaking annoying too.

3. I love baseball.

4. Go see a movie called Once, not one of those big, silly things that cost over $160,000 to make.

5. Also, be entertained by Philadelphians. It's Fringe time, baby!!

6. Use Philly Car Share. It's the best. And tell them I sent you.

7. Pay attention to history. (Or be doomed to repeat it, blah blah.) There's a new Ken Burns piece coming out. We're lucky people.

8. Franklin Square is a great place to play. So is Clark Park. Go outside.

9. N Crowd.

10. Industrial Improv.

11. Machine World Gospel.

Industrial is awesome.

Read about us.

Come see us July 5th at The Shubin Theatre (4th and Bainbridge, Philly) at 8 PM and/or 10 PM.

We'll also be in The Del Close Marathon in NYC July 29th. We perform in the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre at noon.

Word.

Bling. Bling.

Diamonds are immensely disgusting. It makes me sick that people wear them so freely, and are so proud of the fact. Set aside how I feel about marriage itself (not a fan), the diamond is way worse. They didn't just become accessible when Europe desecrated Africa, hate and self-righteousness became fashionable. Diamonds became power and a weapon, and a torture device. (Note, I'm still talking about African diamonds here, not American marriages, but I can see where one may be confused.) Inhumane greed, and nothing more, is why diamonds are associated with engagements.

"Hey, baby. Thousands of humans were killed, homes destroyed, and cultures eradicated to bring you this symbol of my naive or selfish or ill-advised desire to make you my wife. Please ditch your families' names and your religious beliefs to make me feel suffocated, resentful and often lonely for the next 5-8 years. You'll get plenty in the divorce because I'll get promotions more easily now. I'll be satisfied until then because I'll get head from the 19-year-old-art-student waitresses at No-FLO Java that only dig married dudes. I get to keep my 100cc-s of preserved 'Dave Juice'."

I no longer hate Mondays.

Not working M-F/9-5 is a great thing. People are always so bitter and grumpy on Sunday nights. They're just like any other night for me. This Sunday was a little sad because my show is over, but I get to go back to N Crowd shows now. Woooo Whoooo!! Jobs are for suckers!!

Star Spangled Girl

Look out Connie Stevens, Richard Benjamin and Anthony Perkins. Jessica Snow, Brandon Libby and Justin Larsen take on the roles at Playmasters in Bensalem. . .

May 4th – Friday, 8:00 Performance
May 5th – Saturday, 8:00 Performance
May 6th – Sunday, 2:00 Performance
May 9th – Wednesday, 8:00 Performance
May 10th – Thursday, 8:00 Performance
May 11th – Friday, 8:00 Performance
May 12th – Saturday, 8:00 Performance
May 13th – Sunday, 2:00 Performance
May 17th – Thursday, 8:00 Performance
May 18th – Friday, 8:00 Performance
May 19th – Saturday, 8:00 Performance

May 20th – Sunday, 2:00 Performance

Come. It'll be good. Really good.

Industrial kicks ass.

Damn I love my improv troupe(s). Industrial had a great set with just four people on Sunday. N Crowd did another awesome show for people we don't know. I really don't know how they all find us, we suck at marketing. It was a great weekend all around. We did our 8 pm N Crowd show in Old City on Friday, and then Brandon, Akshay and I BMW-ed down to The Shubin for a 10 pm set opening for Tybrus. We did 10 pm again on Saturday, and 8 pm on Sunday. Rock stars. Just ask Tybrus, we lived hard. The question that arises, however, is whether Industrial would always be better with less people. Everyone in the group is freaking awesome, but right now we're a Harold troupe and as we know, and Ari Voukydis put so nicely for us when he coached us last month, "For a Harold troupe, six members is like poison." Ouch. So, when Mike McFairy plays in, we're seven. Or if Erin is doing something with her kid or crazy job, we're five. Nobody is going anywhere anytime soon, and I don't want them to. They're my best friends. Our best sets, though? When we have four, five or seven people. Maybe it's all in our heads. . . and we know to stay out of there.