Come and Take It Comedy Hang Over :
noun
The feeling of being too tired of having a great time on and off stage for an entire weekend.
Example: After hosting for the entire weekend at Warehouse Live Ashton Womack suffered a Come and Take It Comedy Hangover!
The Come And Take It Comedy Take Over was everything I expected and much more. They even wrote some nice things about my fellow Houston Comics and myself in the paper and the festival right over here.
Level Up-Dates !
Quite a Good New Year.
Friday I’m performing at the Traffic Lounge downtown. The papers even wrote about it here!
Sunday was big, Sunday I meet Stan Lee!
To say the 12 year old me was as excited was the understatement of the decade! In my hands was a tattered and faded copy of an old Captain America comic I got at the Pearland flea market for a dollar. I slowly flip through the yellowed pages study the names on the page “Art by Jack Kirby” “Written by Stan Lee”. My mom calls me, I put the book in the plastic bag and board and we head out.
Five minutes later, my mom’s 1979 brown Volvo starts to spit smoke into the vehicle and breaks down in the middle of the road.
We avoid getting run over and push the car to the Food-A-Rama and wait by the pay phone.
I’m the 2nd to last name on the list! Wooo! Movin’ On Up!
I just finished up an interview with funny woman Iliza Shlesinger!
Read amongst yourselves!
http://comedysceneinhouston.com/2014/09/08/the-truth-iliza-shlesinger-uniting-everyone-through-hate-2/#more-2953
Did a one-eyed sailor hit you wit’ ‘is fisk?
Better Call Zaul at the law offices of Arkham, Arkham & Ahriman!
He’s Strong To The Finch and He’ll Get You Spinich!
Zaul Ahriman and the law offices of Arkham, Arkham & Ahriman are fictional. Any resemblance to any persons or entities living or dead is mere coincidental. I’m not making fun of lawyers just making fictions that play in my head for all to see.
— Al
While playing airplane games with my seat mates the conversation steers towards “So you’re a comic! Tell Me A Joke! Tell Me A Joke! ”. Part of me paused for a moment and reeled in disgust. “I’m sorry I know you get that a lot and hate it.”
Why the hell not I think to myself.
Sometimes you have to accept there are forces beyond your control, like arson.
If Cancer had a face, I’d punch it.
I would also give it a swift kick inbetween the legs. It had coming. No one would report me. I’d show them it was Cancer.
“Take these away from me!”, Reed hands me a pack of Menthols as he swears to me, “I got to quit smoking these!”.
The next night I run into another friend, “Hey Landis, you still smoke?”.
“Sure.”
I hand Landis the pack.
Shortly after a flustered Reed appears, “Does anyone have a cigarette?”.
Landis hands Reed a cigarette from the pack that was originally his.