More of me yakking about my Twitter break, this time to the @washingtonpost: http://t.co/jhE8VNhvuF
This is how @HBO sent me the 1st season of TRUE DETECTIVE ON DVD. #unhumblebrag http://t.co/pt88p6cxYv
The ISIS beheading, the not-meant-for-you-nudity -- there's a lot of shit that creepy dudes want you to click on. Don't be a creep.
Hey, why isn't @CeeLoGreen on Twitter anym -- oh. OH. Oh, dude. Yeesh.
.@rickygervais Cue Mazzy Starr's "Fade Into You"

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Fri, Sep 24


COMEDIANS OF COMEDY SHOOTING DIARY: AN HOUR OF GRACE

@ 12:00 AM

   

I'm staying at maybe one of the most barebones, plastic-cups-and-rough-towels motels in Eugene, and yet they STILL have wireless internet that blankets the premises like the caramel murmurs of a Capri whore. I'm writing, photographing, and sending this from the "veranda" (three wrought-iron picnic tables near the second floor snack machines) an hour before tonight's show.

I've got my feet up on a bizarre lion's head fountain which serves no purpose except to fool me into thinking I'm making the most of the eastern Oregon "magic hour". I'm two pony shots into a bottle of single malt, 15 year-old Balvenie (in-cask date: August 18th, 1988—exactly ONE month after I started stand-up comedy) and almost finished with Gary Giddins' un-put-downable critical biography of Louis Armstrong.

I don't own any Armstrong records. I'm not a fan of jazz. But one chapter into this fucker, and I want to hear everything Dippermouth every recorded. I'm chasing the Balvenie with generic "Classic Selection" spring water.

Beauty and happiness can mug you in an Olive Garden restaurant, I'm starting to realize.


 
 
   
   
   
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