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 March
2008
Portland shows with Craig Ferguson were amazing. That city has
forty year olds happy to be delivering pizza. It's no coincidence that
marijuana is prevalent.
I don't trust plants. They'll stab you in the back. Look at broccoli.
It's green, crispy, fresh looking. Then you cook it and it smells like
a fart. Plants will betray you. Let that be a lesson to all the kids,
don't smoke broccoli.
The people
at the Aladdin Theatre were cooler than average. They served green tea
and pizza. The crowds weren't sensitive. It was a nice change of pace.
No "oooowing."
Portland,
D.C., Tacoma, Phoenix. I think they are my favorites. But all the C.F.
gigs are fun. It's like trying to figure out which Spice Girl to sleep
with. Or which Golden Girl not to.
I've been
having a sick time driving my new Dodge SRT4 Caliber. It's a super charged
magic carpet ride. I like to bust her out at night when the freeways are
clear. I now get to Legoland in 12 Mississippi's.
I'm off to
Reno this weekend with CF. It's like a windier Sacramento complete with
high alpine meth labs. I flew in a plane with Craig as the actual pilot
for the first time. He was damn good. Of course just not crashing makes
a pilot good. But he is kind of Batman-like in the way he can fly airplanes,
host a show, and wear tights, all in the same day.
Writing for
his show is fun but not easy. These writers are good. I'm trying to learn
as much as I can. And I figure hanging around CF could rub off on me.
I'm already hosting my own show at home in my underpants. Hey it's a start.
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