Rough rooms are... rough

When you are about to go on stage and half the room leaves, that sucks. Maybe they have heard about me, or seen me, maybe it is coincidence, I don't know. But it sucks. Which was the case tonight. And you get on stage after seeing all of those people walk out the door, and you have to bring it. Which I didn't. Bring it that is. And I was dumb enough to try out new material. Which bombed. I guess the point I am trying to make is, to all of you people who left— I am putting this one on you. You suck for making me bomb, after all it is your fault. Technically.


Before I went on tonight, I ate a giant slice of pizza from the giant-slice-of-pizza place between 14th and 13th on U Street in DC. It is a slice of pizza that is roughly the size of newborn whale. It fits on two plates. It is ridiculous. And cheap. $4.50 for a slice. Which got me thinking. How the hell can you charge so little for so much food? What is their overhead? Maybe they have little or no overhead. Maybe the pepperoni isn't pepperoni. Maybe the pepperoni is soylent green or kittens. Which is a shrewd business move that I have to begrudgingly applaud, if it is the case.

Tatum Bell will lead the NFL in rushing this year. You heard it here first.