Poop Night, NYC

Dave Praeger and I share at least one thing in common, and that's a love of a great poop story.

Praeger, in fact, has authored POOP CULTURE, a book about poop's impact on culture, among many other topics. I was fortunate enough to read some of an advance of the book and it is completely up my (and your) alley -- an intellectual approach about the topic with some tongue-in-cheek, so it's smart, worthy AND also maintains a sense of humor.

On May 8, Praeger is hosting a night of POOP STORIES at the Galapagos Art Center in Brooklyn, NY. I am on this panel, along with a few other comics. So come on out!

We're also putting the finishing touches on a Philadelphia version of this event. I'll let everyone know about that when we get everything cemented.

But MAY 8, Galapagos Art Center, come on out NYC to listen to me talk about poop.

I Hate New York

A lot of people are befuddled as to the choice of where I live. Philadelphia is the nation's new murder capital, our civil services and local government is rotted out to the core, urban blight is plentiful, our sports teams are usually awful and people are pathologically obsessed with them and people speak in the worst accent ever heard on this planet.

But the reason I live here is because it sure beats New York.

I went up to NYC for my friend's bachelor party this weekend. It was fun and my friend had a great time. We went to The Glass Slipper (I think?) which is some burlesque house in the Lower East Side.

I ordered two shots of Jamison's. Cost? $20. Also, I had to sit behind four separate people getting at least nine lemon drops each. Most of the people getting these orders were dudes. One of the dudes getting a lemon drop asked to purchase a bottle of Absolute Citron from the bartender.

Seriously, I don't think a person has ever ordered a lemon drop at any bar ever in Philadelphia.

Important Man

This was made by folks from The Sixth Borough, the comedy group I'm in. It's great!

The New House

Hey everyone. We closed on the house on Friday. I spent the next two days rolling up carpet, digging up tackboard and getting rid of carpentry staples while my lovely wife painted, painted, and painted. Then we spent a lot of time moving crap from the apartment to the house. Luckily, we had enough money to get moves to move the furniture for us because if we didn't, we'd never get anything done.

Homeownership is so stressful. Every night, I lay down and just have a running checklist in my brain of things that have to get done -- replacing the molding in the back bedroom, buying a new mattress, fixing up the basement, etc. It's overwhelming. Then something strange will happen -- the furnace will make a noise or the toilet will run for no reason and thena bruptly stop -- and I have mild panic attacks where things like "Oh crap, how do I fix a hot water heater?" run through my head. It's worth it, though.

The one thing that, so far, has made it worth it more than anything else has been the move from cable to Direct TV. This was done solely so we can get the Extra Innings baseball package (aka "heaven") but the whole thing is waaaaaaay better than Comcast. (Even though something like "urinary tract cysts" is also better than Comcast.) The guy from Direct TV came, installed the dish and equipment, and away we went. I needed to call them for something yesterday, I got a woman on the phone in about one minute and she handled our issue in about 45 seconds. Pretty easy.

Verizon, on the other hand, is really starting to get Comcastic in their awful customer service issues.