Posts tagged comedy
Hi hi hi. I’ve been busy…
I’ve been waiting for this one to drop for longtimes (the date has now been set for June 12th of this year), so when I saw the testing station / promo bus / Cosplay characters I ran on over to geek out.
Free Lollipops with pre-orders, shyeah!
If I didn’t know any better (or have values, an education, eyes…) I’d think this game was made for me.
Personally, I don’t mind the skimpy costumes and horror-sexual overtones. The main character was actually designed by a female… if that makes a difference. Probably not. Fingers crossed that Juliet’s week script gets bolstered before widespread release though.
I can handle a female character who kills zombies in her underwear — what I can’t handle is a female character who says things like “bring it, fat*ss!” and “you stupid undead douchebags!”
Here’s what’s up with that cute little beaver. Don’t even.
Last night I saw a Comedy Bang Bang Showcase at Esther’s Follies as part of SXSW Comedy (which, I must say, I’m loving so much more than the Interactive stuff.)
The show was hosted by Scott Aukerman and featured James Adomian, Greg Proops, Dan Mintz, Seth Morris and a few more gems. All strong performances, but Adomian killed it. I took some photos but the lighting was bad for that so here’s something I wish I took backstage:
Greg Proops was great too. Homeboy is a LEGEND. The best parts of his set were the raw, blatantly mocking bits. He commented on how young the audience was, referring to himself as grandpa often. To paraphrase…
[As us] “What was it like, grandpa? In the olden days, when people still said “South By Southwest instead of just ‘South by’? What was it like when ‘Southwest’ was a word? A real world that people could say?”
I know quite a few people who’d get a kick out of that
After the show, Kate and I ran into the Decentralized Dance Party on 6th Street:
Dec 31, 1969 | Source: Keek.com
Then we went to Coyote Ugly and I ran into Johnny Knoxville coming out of a dive bar next to some Taco Hut. I’ll have more about all of that in the video.
Today I hit a comedy writing panel (so good), the Samsung Blogger Lounge, took a rickshaw ride, got lost in Austin + a bunch of other things I’ll remember once I watch the 4900 hours of footage I shot.
Now, I’m going to try and sneak into the major lined up Mashable party.
Yours in finding Pete Cashemoredness,
PS – Apparently LEO was here last night and I missed him. GAHDDANGIT AUSTIN TRIP! BE COOLER!
… or stay home and watch the Bachelor or whichever craptacular show it is that plays on your teevee that night. I wouldn’t know. The only television shows I watch are cartoons. And Gossip Girl. And Seinfeld reruns. And that one with the people from 30 Rock and Portlandia and Parks and Recreation on it…
Saturday Night Live, I think it’s called. Good show.
Okay, so I love TV very effing hard — you know this — which is why it’s significant that I’m encouraging you to get away from television’s warm glowing warming glow tomorrow night for this: (seriously though – Thursday night teevee is balls):
The entire time I found myself thinking “How have I not seen one of these shows yet?”. These cats are so witty. So legit.
I was going to review that show on my blog, but decided to wait a few days until this Rick & Chuck video (which had premiered that evening) dropped on Youtube. [Warning: Explicit content. The following video is probably not safe for work, kids, people who have ever been offended by anything Eminem has ever done, or people with a weak sense of humour in general. Also, My mom. There are swears in this video, and I know you don't like swears Mommy.]
Expletive-laden or not, that’s some sharp writing right there. Great flow, too. I’m glad I got a chance to see them live before they’re too famous for Canada.
Imma try my best though. Here are a few things I scribbled down during the last BOOM show. Notes! To remember what I wanted to write about later! Without context! Yeeeeey!
“Worlds first rap battle = a part of our heritage hahaha, people think I eat too many chocolate bars, Armin Tamzarian, Simpsons is real life, 7up in french class…”
Nothing much else is very comprehensible. I think these writers were born in the same year as me and grew up in roughly the same geographical region.
The shared cultural touchpoints are uncanny, which makes every joke SO MUCH FUNNIER.
I’ve got to go eat some lasagna and write about shoes now so, here’s a link to the event listing. March 1st, 8:00 p.m., The Drake Underground. See you there?
NO, Tickory. This is my lasagna. Mommy made it for me.
I made a press section for myself. Did you see?
It’s Friday, smyitches!
First up on the blewg, a video from Tuesday night’s Verge Music Awards, featuring some fun interviews and concert footage – but most importantly, MY FACE.
You’re not being shameless if you have shame, right? Good thing it’s my own blog and I DON’T HAVE TO FEEL SHAMEFUL ABOUT ANYTHING I POST HERE BAHHH! #shameless
Yeah, that’s the iPhone 19. I’m from the future. AND WHAT?
You’ll have to forgive the surly ‘tude I’m flossing today. Feeling a little bit cocky after a suprisingly puke free performance at last night’s big show. I barely even peed my pants!
That was at 7:40. At 8:00 p.m., the venue was sold out with standing room only. Despite being sick with nerves all week, I was strangely calm and grew increasingly happy as people filled the seats.
Five minutes before I went on, I found this mask in the dressing room. One of the other girls dared me to wear it out on stage and I totally planned on rocking it – your know, to scare people a little bit – but when the DJ played my entry music (I requested “any sort of gangster rap from the 90s”) I got so excited that I ran out plainclothes. Booooring.
Stepping out onto that stage, I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me except for the white-hot stage lights and a microphone stand.
I grabbed that beeyatch by the neck and went to town. I don’t know if it was adrenaline or luck, but it was the best delivery I’ve ever given of that set. I suspect a lot of that has to do with the incredible energy I was feeling from the crowd. Drunk people are so incredibly generous with their laughter and I love them for it. I really, really do.
I tells ya, friends – NOTHING can top the feeling of having a huge room full of people laugh hysterically at what you’re saying, again and again… I was shaking when I came off stage, but felt like a million bucks after getting high fives from my fellow comedy girls backstage. So many awesome random strangers came up to me after the show to give kudos too- I even got a few emails today!
Supportive crew, those comedians. I need to hang around more of them.
Needless to say I will be doing this again. Maybe I can make it a new thing I do… Byebye Twitter!
The video of my performance should be along shortly. I’m excited to share it online, but kind of nervous to watch it as I am 90% sure I’ll see myself totally sucking on stage and my mom running around in the audience giving people cookies in exchange for laughter. This would be entirely plausible if my mom were Dina Lohan… and cookies were BJs… and laughter was money…
Thanks to my hilarious homies from Vinyl Countdown for coming out to see it LIVE! I recorded TWO podcasts with them after the show and oh oh oh, SPEAKING of Podcasts… you can see me at the very end of their video podcast from Podcamp 2011 here if you’re pod interested. pod:
I’m in this podcast too – also recorded at Podcamp. Regard, Episode 176 of Canadian Podcast Buffet. It’s about Social Media Douchebags! I come in at minute 36:40 (ish). Warning: the hosts have adorable French Canadian accents and you will probably fall in love with them a little bit.
I fell in love with this bow yesterday and have been wearing it ever since.
I also held a baby at work today. What a trip!
I used a heart to protect his little baby identity because hearts are nice and so was he. Very quiet and small. Way cooler than the last 5 babies I encountered.
Annnd finally, GIF is pronounced “JIF” and this is how you can remember that from now on:
My name is Lauren. I figured it was high time I formally introduced myself – after all, we’ve been crossing paths regularly in the ladies’ change room at for what, a few months now? I think you take the spin class that ends at the same time as power yoga…
Anyways, I wanted to take a minute to commend you for your bravery. I’m sure it takes an awful lot of confidence to walk around stark naked in a room filled with women who are… not stark naked. You obviously walk to beat of your own drum, and that’s cool. Props for that.
You see, the thing is… there’s a reason the rest of us don’t walk around the change room letting it all hang out.
Because it’s weird.
I mean, it’s one thing to get changed – nobody’s asking you to go into a stall or anything – but it’s another thing to blowdry your hair, put on your makeup and carry on conversations with people as if your enormous breasts weren’t jiggling around every time you made a grand sweeping gesture with your equally jiggly arms.
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the female form (a woman’s body is a work of art, yadda yadda yadda) but I don’t really like to see vagina in my face when I look up after tying my sneakers (this has happened on numerous occasions.) I try not to stare, but a huge grey bush is sort of like a bad car accident. It’s hard to look away…
Maybe you’re an exhibitionist… but something tells me you just don’t know the rules yet. Judging by your lack of muscle tone, I’d guess that you’re pretty new to the locker room scene.
I’ve been in dozens of change rooms over the years, and I’ve encountered women like you before. Women who proudly strut through the aisles, bits on display in all their glory. I’ve seen groups of naked women talking to eachother about cooking and kids while towelling off between the cheeks as if nothing could be more natural. In fact, for these women, it was natural because these women live in Europe.
I experienced locker room culture shock in a big way when I first moved to Sweden. There weren’t many bashful buns in the house, that’s for sure. Small women, large women, old women, young women – I got so used to seeing naked women that they stopped looking naked to me… if that makes sense.
Unfortunately, Canadian locker rooms culture is a little more modest. Most women whip off their business casual and slip directly into sweats – we don’t pause half-way through the process to make a phone call or drink a protein shake. Despite what you may have heard, excess body hair is not a replacement for panties.
I hope you don’t take this the wrong way. I’m sure you’re simple lovely! I just wanted to let you know that you’re developing a reputation around the club as “that weird naked lady in the locker room”. Come to think of it, I’ve never actually seen you working out…
I understand if you want to continue rocking your nudity; we all have our thing and hey – maybe this is yours. The only thing I ask is that you please refrain from bending over next to me when I’m lacing up, and maybe you could put your underwear on before you lift one leg up on the counter to clip your toe-nails? I haven’t been able to look at roast beef without blushing in weeks.
- The blonde chick with the pink yoga mat who always stares at your crotch.