Thursday, October 16, 2008

Vote Obama!

I don't know if you got a chance to watch the final debate between McCain & Obama last night, but it only confirmed my feelings that Obama is the dude I want as president of this country! Think about it this way... you have Obama & Biden on one hand. Everyone criticizes Obama of not having enough experience -- but he is super smart & well educated, and chose Biden who has tons of experience as his running mate. McCain might be experienced, but he chose Palin as his running mate, ie - MORON. I don't mean to be harsh, but it seems like 2 smart dudes vs 1 dude if you ask me. Palin doesn't even count, really! Come ON. What if McCain croaks? You want that chick in charge?? UGH! I can't believe women are voting for McCain simply because they want a lady VP. BULL crap. Yeah - ladies, let's band together and vote for a chick that wants to take away women's rights. Brilliant.

Allright, enough of my ranting. Here's an awesomely hilarious article by Adam Cayton-Holland, a writer for the Westword (local alternative Denver paper) and very funny stand-up comedian. Enjoy!

How Adam Cayton-Holland survived a cougar attack!
By Adam Cayton-Holland
published: October 16, 2008, Denver Westword

From my many interactions with readers, it's quite clear that I'm a working-class hero.
"Let me buy you a drink, What's So Funny," they all say, often in unison or song. "You're a hell of a swell guy, goddamnit, and you put into words what I'm feeling. It makes me feel connected to you, man, like we have this bond."
In such situations I always do the same thing. I graciously accept the offer, order a bottle of Miller High Life, the champagne of beers, and sip it coolly for about thirty seconds while the sycophant in front of me babbles on about some nonsense, usually how much he's always wanted to write. Then, with the sort of split-second quickness typically seen only in ocelots or lynxes, I shatter the bottle on the bar and slice my fan across the neck.
"We don't have any fucking bond!" I scream over the writhing, bloody body. "You don't understand me and you never will!"
What I'm trying to say is, I'm no hero. I do things on a regular basis that appall even me. But at least I don't fuck McCain supporters.
Comedy Works South, Wende Curtis's new club, held its grand opening last week. In addition to not being a hero, I'm also a standup comic and a regular at the downtown Comedy Works — and so I and some of my comedy cohorts got invitations. We dressed as well as we could (clean jeans, button-up shirts), and then headed south to soak up the spanking-new swank atmosphere — as well as the benefits of an open bar. Over the course of the evening, I managed to drink 257 Stella Artois beers, six flutes of champagne, three vodka tonics and all the gasoline I could siphon out of cars in the parking lot.
I was lit.
And then the cougar appeared.
I was standing on the balcony outside the third-floor Curtis Ballroom, contemplating that glorious Denver Tech Center skyline, when a dark-haired, buxom she-vixen approached and asked me for a light. Suavely, I lit her cigarette, and like that, it was on. I don't claim to be any sort of Casanova, but Suburba-Cougar was digging my shit. If I had to guess, I would say she was high thirties, early forties, but homegirl was smoking, with a detached, glazed-over look that can only be obtained through many failed relationships and Jacuzzis full of Zinfandel. We talked about everything and nothing for about fifteen minutes, and then the cougar sneak-attacked, planting one right on my lips. Gadzooks! I knew there would be suburban honeys at this new club, but I wasn't expecting anything like this!
"Your beard tickles," she said.
"Oh, that's my Obama beard," I explained. "I'm not shaving until the man is elected. So I'm either going to have it for another month, or another month and four years."
She looked at me blankly.
"Oh, don't tell me you support John McCain," I said.
She did. So for the next several minutes, I assaulted her with questions about McCain, making her defend her case and shooting her down on every point. In addition to not being a hero, I'm not a seasoned politico, but I've been glued to this election in a way that borders on hysterical, and I was far better equipped to debate than this vapid cougar in the DTC night. Bitch actually had the audacity to tell me that she really liked the fact that a woman had made it as far as Sarah Palin had and that, as a woman, she felt a duty to help get another woman in the White House.
"Sarah Palin is the person you want representing womanhood?" I almost screamed. "You want the first woman in the White House to be someone who would take away a woman's right to choose? I would be offended if I was a woman. Fuck, I'm not a woman and I'm offended."
The cougar could sense she was losing me — but she was also losing herself to the sauce, and realized she didn't have enough fight left in her to find another victim. It was all or nothing, and so the cougar struck.
"You know what's great, though?" she slurred at me in the type of line that no one actually ever says in real life and yet I was somehow hearing. "Just because you're voting for Obama and I'm voting for John McCain doesn't mean we can't go home and have sex right now."
I looked at her, stunned. I'd never been propositioned so blatantly. I collected my thoughts.
"Actually," I said. "That's exactly what it means."
As I walked back inside, I turned to take one last look at the cougar. Her mouth was open in disbelief, wide as the vast chasm that existed and will always exist between us.
"Vote Obama," I said.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Comedy Works South - Opening Gala

Comedy Works South has finally opened in Greenwood Village, CO - and I got to be a part of the celebration! This picture was on the main page of the Westword website too!! Man, I felt like a celebrity. Well, without without all the couture, and personal assistants running around, and million dollar jewlery, and false sense of power, and lack of dignity, and all that. OK they're not all bad. I think you know the one's I'm referring to though. :)

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Foux De Fa Fa

I love Flight of the Conchords -- they're hilarious. So below is the music video for the very funny song "Foux Da Fa Fa" -- and below is the even more hilarious translation of everything they're saying. Enjoy!!!

“Foux Da Fa Fa” Translation:

I would like a croissant
I am delighted.
Where is the library?
Here’s my passport.
Ah, Gerard Depardieu.
A baguette! [laughs]
A baguette! [laughs]

[Chorus] *Note: “foux da fa fa”, as far as I can tell as a fluent French speaker, is a nonsensical French-sounding phrase.

And now the trip to the supermarket.
Orange juice
Soup of the day
Jacques Cousteau

Hello, mister.
Hello my small foreign currency exchange office.

How are you doing?
I’m doing okay.
How are you doing?
I’m doing okay.
Voilà! A conversation in the park!

Where is the book?
At the library.
And the dance music?
At the dance club.
And the dance clubs?
It’s here, baby!
One, two, one, two, three, four!


Where is the swimming pool?
Pardon me?
Where is the swimming pool?
Splish splosh ["frenchified" splashing noises]
Uh…Eh…I don’t understand.
Do you speak the French?
Do you speak the French?
Uh … no.