Every time I read, “Boston Strong” I hear it in my head like, “Hulk Smash!”
Someone talk me out of creating a fake Twitter account for the guy who created a fake Twitter account for suspect #2. Tweet 1: “I’m so ballsy for tweeting the Boston PD as the most wanted man in America completely anonymously. My balls are surprisingly big for how small my penis is.”
I’m looking to visit for a few days in the next month or two and would love to meet some of you/not have much of a lodging bill. I’d be happy to take you on a dinner and Second City show date in return… And I make good egg sandwiches.
I did not get accepted, as expected. Not that I was expecting to be rejected exactly but the video I sent wasn’t the best. I don’t know why I ever stopped recording my sets. If I recorded each one consistently I would have my pick of “good” sets to submit to festivals like this one and the Boston Women in Comedy Festival. I think I’ll get back to that; recording my sets more.
I am still planning a trip to Chicago soon though. I am genuinely on the fence about whether I want to move to Chicago or NYC in fall of 2014. Each has it’s pros and cons so I want to visit each at least twice before I make a final decision. Then I start looking at housing and moving costs and contact headhunters in the area for job searching.
I get very excited when I think about all the new adventures this comedy journey will take me on.
After all, I want to see you on Leno. Before he retires, and Fallon takes over.
—Coworker, a very nice and delusional coworker
I can’t begin to explain everything I’m feeling about today’s Boston Marathon events. It’s like I’m 13 again and I’m just as confused and afraid as when the planes hit the towers. And man, I’m just so fucking sad guys.
I am sad that this happened to innocent people. I’m angry that it wasn’t prevented some how. I’m confused by why someone would do this and my confusion makes me afraid. I want to help but I don’t know how and that makes me feel helpless to anyone at all.
A lot of my family and many friends who I have met through stand up or improv live in or just outside the city and I was so happy when I heard each was alright. I live about 40 minutes north of Boston and am in the North End weekly so the closeness of it all shakes me.
Obviously there are questions that won’t be answered for a few days as the investigation progresses. But there is one thing for certain, today’s events were a devastating tragedy. I guess you never know how things will effect you until you are crying into a teddy bear and watching Fairly Oddparents on Netflix.
My heart oozes support and affection for the beloved city of Boston.
I love that dirty water.
As a professional courtesy, food critics shouldn’t brush their teeth before going out for dinner.