“I won’t talk about vomit, but I’ll talk about poo.”
Breaking news about my hat…
from the TONYblog…
Holly Golightly
The weather outside is beginning to be frightful but my hat with a pom-pom on the top is delightful. Actually, it’s not really. I’m sad to report there’s some give in the pom and so it was really rocking back and forth as I walked down the street yesterday, like I had a tiny cheerleader on my head. It made me think of the way Brian described the physics of his teenage hair. But you know where you won’t need a hat? At a rock show. Those are notoriously sweaty. Speaking of, I once tried to use the word sweaty in every single blurb I wrote for a different publication. It’s just a good rock word, you know? But I don’t know that Holly Golightly, whom you’ll be seeing tonight, is sweaty per se. But if she wore my pom-pom hat she would be.
more clips from the Red Eye episode below
And for the record, I said “‘scepter nose.” Would “butter nose” have gotten a bigger laugh?
Andy throwing me off Red Eye set
over Facts of Life trivia, naturally. (note: I still defy anyone to stump me on Facts of Life trivia! In fact, leave your question in the comments and I will attempt to answer it if you want. I’m like a Facts of Life magic 8-ball! Signs point to Eastland! Concentrate and ask Tootie! Cannot tell Jo now! And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to write in my Never Get a Date Again journal)
Best Bets 10-27-07
Today was a weird day
It just was. I filmed a pilot for a show about people obsessed with movies which is cool, except I’m obsessed with TV and so I kept making TV references when talking about movie actors. Some of my best, and by that I mean some of my worst were reminding everyone that George Clooney played George the handyman on Facts of Life and that Jason Bateman got his start on It’s Your Move. The mindf*ck of the whole thing was that they told me there would be hair and makeup but there was just makeup so I went into the bathroom and attempted to do my hair myself using techniques I’ve seen them use and I managed to come out with it looking exactly the same if it’s possible to both look exactly the same and yet somehow a little worse.
Then tonight I did Red Eye which is always fun except I feel like I may have wasted a lot of time leading up to a joke that sure sounded funnier in my head than out loud. And for the record, I don’t really have body parts in petrie dishes that I keep in my apartment and even if I did, they wouldn’t be the first thing I’d grab in a fire. At the end I did a little skit thing though, so that was fun. Or maybe it was more a “bit”? Now I have to go to sleep so I can wake up in a few hours.
Today's TONYblog 1 Thing
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From left to right: Zach Galifianakis, Brian Posehn, Maria Bamford, Patton Oswalt, Granola Parfait
The Comedians of Comedy tour is going to be trundling into Irving Plaza on Saturday, and I’d recommend you put down the—what is that you’re holding? A copy of Mad Magazine?–and go check it out. An array of comedians will be dancing for the Man (that’s bitter Gen X speak for "telling jokes and being funny") and you’d be silly to miss it. Names? Okay! Here they come: Patton Oswalt, Zach Galifianakis Whose Name I Butchered in This Vlog, Maria Bamford and more! Go for the lightbulbs, stay for the chickens crossing the road. Then come back early for the dead babies and keep your fingers crossed for a Helen Keller or two. Come to think of it, if those are the kinds of jokes you’re looking for, you’d be better off reading a tome that was as near and dear to my pubescent heart as Are You There God, It’s Me Margaret?, and that was Truly Tasteless Jokes.
Red Eye tomorrow!
Tomorrow I’ll be on Red Eye with Crispin Glover and Frangela! It’s like the creepy weirdo version of the less creepy weirdo 11pm Saturday show! As a side note: I had a friend in college who looked just like Crispin Glover and he used to do the “get your damn hands off her” speech to entertain me and I’d make him do it over and over and I’d squeal with delight and usually clap my hands because I’m like a child when someone does something that entertains me and lets me make them do it over and over. Somehow I bet the real Crispin Glover would be less accommodating. Hm.
What the cluck
Showing off my acting chops
Get this, people: my vision is 20/20 and I wasn’t really talking to Rupert! I was pretending!