Toledo Blows...

A glass museum in Toledo...who knew?

This windbag made a glass pitcher before our eyes. 

Road wisdom.

A Toledo mainstay...

Strawberry rhubarb and watered-down coffee...just delightful

Good advice, 'cos one time, Oscar got a hold of some kind bud and...

Awesome chili mac at Packo's...another Toledo must-eat.

Congratulations! You're pregnate!

Ohhh Tennessee, you make it too easy.

It's like a redneck text message.

Maybe they meant: "Impregnate Passenger" and forgot to write, "please."

It would've been extra hi-larious if they had a God is My Co-pilot bumper sticker.

In nine months, they'll change it to "Baby on Bored."

This tour made possible by...

Ain't blasphemy a hoot?

...my 1994 Volvo grocery getter. I'll be putting her up for adoption when I return to Austin.

I should hit 270,000 by November.

Umm...adoption fee negotiable.

Bidding starts at: "Are you shitting me?"

Next car will be one that was built within the same decade I'm currently living. Hopefully. A boy could dream. Most likely my fifth Volvo. I am a fan.

So buy some books, y'all.

Anywho...last night with Mitch Fatel was just splendid. By the way, it's pronounced FAY-tel. Rhymes with "Pray Tell." I've been saying it all wrongly-like for years. Very funny guy. And we had a great, well-behaved, generous Little Rock crowd.

There's a first for everything.

I'm here with Tommy Blaze for the remainder of the week, then it's off to Indianapolis after a quick visit to Knoxville.

Hi-ho,
mario

Austin to Austin...the long way.

Why the F am I going to New Jersey?

It begins!

Sorta kinda.

First I'll be performing in Little Rock, Ar-cole-slaw this week. Then Indianapolis. Then it's off to Jersey for a few days; get some fruit roll-ups from mom; and begin my cross country drive to Portland, where I plan on crashing for a month or so.

Along the way, I picked out cities in which I have friends and family. Generous, loving, sofa-owning friends and family. You know who you are, and I'm coming over for coffee.

I'll be posting plenty of photos and whatnot over the next few weeks, 'cos I know how much you guys love whatnot.

And I'll do my bestest to keep things amusing...Some will hit. Some will miss. Don't judge me.

Here's a MapQuest (non)bullet list of my route:

From: Austin, TX US
To: Little Rock, AR US
To: Knoxville, TN US
To: Indianapolis, IN US
To: Columbus, OH US
To: Califon, NJ US
To: Columbus, OH US
To: Omaha, NE US
To: Denver, CO US
To: Salt Lake City, UT US
To: Boise, ID US
To: Portland, OR US
To: Seattle, WA US
To: San Francisco, CA US
To: Los Angeles, CA US
To: Tucson, AZ US
To: Santa Fe, NM US
To: Austin, TX US

Oof.

If I'm passing through your town--and I like you--gimmie a shout. Then go slip into something a little more comfortable. It's a bit warm for that jumpsuit.

I look forward to meeting you, PDX...and finding out how that translates into "Portland."

See you in November, ATX.........XOXOMDX

Aww it's okay...

...it happens to a lot of plants your age. We can just cuddle. Unless you're hungry. Are you hungry? I can make you something if you're hungry. I don't mind. I have to wash up anyway. Sap...just, everywhere...

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Here's what I think I think...

What the crap do I believe in? Do I have any opinions of my own? Any original thoughts? I am on the fence or indifferent when it comes to so many issues, largely due to ignorance or laziness or both. So let's review what I think I think:

• I think people should be held responsible for their own actions...duh.
  
• I think at this point in time, life now imitates art.
  
• I think you need to know the rules before you break them.
  
• I think the ultimate aphrodisiac is indifference.
  
• I think we start out as good people, but some of us learn to be assholes without the knowledge of being taught.
  
• I think common sense is a dying religion.
  
• I think politicians are whiny, gossipy children.
  
• I think everyone should wait tables for at least one year, just to give them an idea of how despicable some people can be.
  
• I think we learn how to be embarrassed.
  
• I think the human race is getting dumber.
  
• I think there are those who "get it" and those who don't.
  
• I think people, by and large, are hypocrites.
  
• I think people always try to seem smarter then they are, myself included.
  
• I think marriage is an unnatural, man-made concept; hence infidelity. But I still wanna try.
  
• I think we turn to dust when we die.
  
• I think men and women ARE different, and we should stop pretending they're not.
  
• I think attractive people have it much easier than the 'ugly' folks.
  
• I think horoscopes should be used for entertainment purposes only.
  
• I think things do happen for a reason, even if that reason is to make you think what the reason really is. make sense?
  
• I think women should start making the first move.
  
• I think people who genuinely dislike dogs are cold and soulless.
  
• I think organized religion is a crutch that forces people to hobble through life.
  
• I think artists --all types-- are getting lazier.
  
• I think school uniforms are a good idea.
  
• I think the most practical way to hang toilet paper is under the roll, not over.
  
• I think self-awareness is both a blessing and a curse.
  
• I think New York is the worst city to live in if you want to be emotionally content.
  
• I think people who say they're tired of game-playing are just tired of losing those games.
  
• I think moderation is king but excess gets all the attention.
  
• I think blue-collar workers are the backbone of society and white-collars can be spineless.
  
• I think this world would be a friendlier place if everyone minded their own business.
  
• I think relationships are like an emotional game of chicken: you get closer and closer until eventually, someone swerves.
  
• I think that life becomes difficult once you start wanting more.
  
• I think Top 40 music is simple music for simple minds.
  
• I think its high time for a woman to run this country.
  
• I think first impressions can be more misleading than not.
  
• I think fights can bolster a friendship, just like muscle needs to be broken down before it can become stronger.
  
• I think pretty people are most often boring and bereft of substance, which is why they have to marry each other.
  
• I think late-bloomers are the real gems.
  
• I think a verbal commitment should be taken just as seriously as any paper marriage license or expensive ring.
  
• I think weddings have lost all meaning and are now grotesque and materialistic pageants.
  
• I think people should stop reproducing for a while and start adopting.
  
• I think the secret of growing old gracefully is to stay mentally active.
  
• I think fraternities and sororities are just an expensive extension of high school.
  
• I think life experience is more important and impressive than book smarts.
  
• I think job security is a thing of the past.
  
• I think its easy to hate everything.
  
• I think it would be boring if everyone thought like me.

hugs and hickies,
mario

Goodbye. Hello.

Somewhere over the past few years, I have lost my ability to thrive on uncertainty.

I used to dive in without a plan, and it's always worked out beyond my expectations. I jumped and a net would appear. I've gotten too careful, and it's killing me.

I don't have the moo-lah to leave the country just yet, so I'll be spending time in cities I've never spent time in: Denver, Portland, Seattle, Vancouver, whatever makes sense.

If I keep waiting for the right time, it'll never happen.

I'll be keeping this online journal/blog of my travels, if that sort of thing appeals to you.

Will I be taking Oscar? Yes and no. He may be getting a country vacation with my folks for part of the trip. It's tough enough to find sublets withOUT a pet.

Finally, for the armchair life coaches amongst you chanting "You can't escape from yourself," I'm not running away from anything. I'm not trying to "find myself." (ewww) I'm just throwing a stone to get the pool to ripple.

Let's all grab a drink and make out before I leave on August 24th.

many hugs and hickeys,
mario

It's funny 'cos it's wrong!

I'm not a filthy comedian, but I am a fan of the inappropriate. When you've seen and heard as much comedy as most comics do, you get bored. And one cure for boring comedy is a big bag of wrong.

Hell, if you're even a semi-regular patron of comedy clubs, it's easy to spot the well-worn premises and become a comedy snob after the fifth or sixth show. The savvy audience wants to hear something fresh. This makes it tougher on us to remain original--as it should be--but super easy to get bored with our own material.

This boredom, I believe, is what creates a comic's comic: Not necessarily a crowd pleaser, but always has the back of the room in stitches. The real pity is how rare it is for the former to mesh with the latter.

But the answer is simple: let's not change the comedians, let's change the audience.

I'm tired of being told to "keep it clean" in comedy clubs. Don't mention this or talk about that. What the fudge, dagnabbit?! Comedy clubs used to be a respite from 'clean.' There is no shortage of bland, watered-down comedy. Just turn on your TV or hang out by the coffee machine or check your inbox.

And stay away from comedy clubs. Pretty please? For the sake of comedy, stay home. Don't bring your wet blanket to my picnic.

It cracks me up when people claim to be "offended" by a joke. Did we all forget what our moms taught us? Sticks and stones, my ass. Names will now get you fired or fined.

Comedy is evolving. Crowds need to catch up.

If someone tells a racist joke and your reaction is "it's funny 'cos it's true!", then you're most likely a bag of douche. Or a young Republican. But to comedians and other enlightened folks, some jokes are funny solely because they're inappropriate. That's it. No hidden agenda or opinion. The gut-laughter is a knee-jerk reaction that stems from our perception of right and wrong.

And that is evolution of thought.

It's higher-level, baby! If we are laughing at things we believe to be wrong, then that shows how easily and quickly we recognize what "wrong" is. We can tell what's cruel or unfair, and we mock it.

Now, am I searching for an excuse to tell racist jokes? No, dumbass. Comedians I respect have always been the smartest guys in the room. They are philosophers and heavy thinkers with a deep-rooted detector for bullshit. They cheer and lobby for the underdog. They are constantly observing and taking notes on human behavior and summarize the idiocy or hypocrisy for your entertainment. They hate the stupid and the ignorant and do not tolerate intolerance.

They also love to drop the occasional F-bomb. In short, they fucking get it.

That sounds elitist, yes, but there are plenty of audiences who follow suit. They can recognize the fat line we draw between malice and mirth and appreciate when we dip one toe over it. They are not afraid to be seen guffawing at a crack about hunting babies for sport, or how Jesus eats M&Ms. Low-brow for the high-brow...it's a happening, man.

"That's not funny."

"You shouldn't do jokes about _____."

"I'm a _____ and I'm offended by that joke."

It's my belief that getting offended is just insecurity with a fake nose and mustache. Please don't give me a guilt trip based on those insecurities. After all, you laughed when I did the bit about such and such.

Win some lose some. And no one likes a sore loser.

Stand-up is like waiting tables...for some reason, everyone thinks it's easy. Sure, working an hour a night or taking someone's order may be simple, but it's trying to please everyone with a constant rate of success that keeps you employed. And that, is simply impossible.

I really do think stand-up comedy can become cool again. Live comedy is always better than televised comedy. Fucking always. There are a year's worth of headliners who need to be household names.

To comedians, I would plead for them to keep things odd and interesting. Don't shock for the sake of shocking, smart crowds pick up on that. But don't hold back opinions or absurdity. Give them an incentive to buy tickets by giving them something they can't find on YouTube or Comedy Central.

To future audience members, relax your cracks and read between the punchlines. You're in a safe place. So unclench, laugh big and pay attention...one of those clowns might actually teach you something.

ANYhoo...so this Black guy, a Mexican and a Catholic priest are all gang-raping this cub scout, see. Did I mention the boy was retarded? Relax, relax! He was also dead...

...see you at the club,

mario

I'm a frayed knot

Why are we so reluctant to speak our minds? I find it hilarious that we describe or define some folks as "someone who doesn't pull punches," or someone who's "not afraid to tell it like it is." That kills me...not afraid. People actually fear telling the truth. Is it then safe to say that those people fear the truth? Maybe. 

Why is it so much easier to lie? Rather, why do we think it is? Have you ever tried living with a lie? I have. They make terrible roommates. Dirty laundry everywhere. Perpetual guilt trips. It's so not worth it. I'm of the ilk that both telling and learning the truth should be done in one swift motion. Like ripping off a band-aid or jumping into a pool. Sure, there's a brief sting or chill, but then it's over, and things get easier. Life gets easier.

On that note, let's explore that second cliche.

If the pool represents life--bear with me, fellow cynics--then I propose there are three types of people out there: Those who dip their toes first; those who cannonball; and those who steer clear of the water altogether. Within those three groups are two subsets:

Toe Dippers: Practical/Timid

Cannon Ballers: Selfless/Selfish

Land Lovers: Once-bitten/Brainwashed

Toe Dippers:

Practical - They're going into that pool. Hell, they're looking forward to it. Maybe not today and not right away, but sometime indeed, dammit. Count on it.

Timid - Their curiosity is weaker than their fear. When they dip, it's with uncertainty, not anticipation. Even when they're finally in, they never get comfortable, and they always stay in the shallow end.

Cannon Ballers:

Selfless - I want to enjoy myself, but not at the expense of others' enjoyment. 

Selfish - I'm jumping in, no matter who gets wet. Outta the way, shitbags, here I come. 

Land Lovers:

Once-bitten - And that's all it took. Never again. That pool is a death-trap. I won't even get in the tub. But maybe someday. Maybe.

Brainwashed - That pool is evil! EVIL, I tells ya! How do I know? It's what I heard. I've been told my whole life there was no lifeguard on duty, so I suggest we all stay indoors.

Each group's subset is either positive and beneficial for growth; or damaging and stunting. Even the Once-Bitten Land Lover may find the courage to try again.  As much as I'd love to consider myself a Selfless Cannon Baller, the truth is I've been a Practical Toe-Dipper my entire life. But I'm due for a promotion. Overdue, actually.

It's at this point where you might expect me to encourage everyone to "dive into life," (ewww) but here's the thing: The pool is only so big, and I rely on the Land Lovers and the Timid Toe-Dippers to keep the deep end relatively empty and urine-free. Furthermore, society has a way of rejecting and eventually forcing the Selfish Cannon Ballers into finding another swimmin' hole.

As far as skinny-dipping? I'm all for it. Just as long as I can take my trunks off after I get in the water.

Fear this (points to crotch),

mario

p.s.  any/all comments must contain equally-moronic water metaphors.

I'm not arrogant, just shy and better than you.

I have this ability--either apparent or self-perceived--to turn people off. People who don't "get me." Which is laughable...what's there to get? I must put out this vibe or tone that makes me look snobby and pretentious...which I am, but I hate the fact that it's visible.

ha.

I can feel their stares, heavy and obvious. And more dramatic than the previous sentence. They get this chin-disappearing, Judgmental Judy look of disgust on their face like I just parked my Hummer in a handicapped spot. Seems like I've been fighting this my entire life, too. It's not arrogance, I'm just shy, and awkward and better than you.

ha hee.

Of course I keed, and that reminds me, I hate being misunderstood. Hence the need to constantly explain myself or defend my actions. Is it a paradox to have plenty of self-esteem, piggy-backed by a shit-ton of self-loathing? I have to deal with me, pretty much on a daily basis, and I just get sick of myself sometimes. Perhaps people pick up on this and react likewise. Hmmm.

Here's a dumb example; I rarely smile with my teeth and people see that as unfriendly. Those people can suck it. I just hate my stupid smile. With the little fangs. All those years of braces and head-gears and foul-smelling retainers and the results stay hidden behind my lips in photos. Sorry, mom. 

While I'm at it, I hate how every pair of jeans make my ass look all invisible-like. Wow...it just goes straight down! How does he shit? Maybe it's like tapping a maple tree. I could always switch to Wranglers, I reckon. But then I'd have to get the boots, the buckle, the GED, the sticker of Calvin peeing on a Volvo logo. It's too much of a commitment.

Additionally, though I managed to avoid the hairy Italian gene, what little patches I do have makes me wonder how women (and gay dudes) find any men attractive. Who wants to lick a vanilla ice cream cone and come up with a tongue full of leg hair? For some reason, however, my ankles are totally bare. Like I stood in a kiddie pool filled with Nair. People have actually asked me if I shave my ankles. Do you swim? Is that why you do it?  Yes, Mensa, I'm training to be an Olympic wader. Idiots.

So until I find the time (and courage) to wax from the waist down; or the discipline to squat thrust until I herniate, I've been making a conscious effort to smile--teef and all--and it's a challenge. It's the equivalent of Fonzie admitting he's wr-wr-wro-...admitting he's wr-wr-wro-...can I stop now? Do we catch the reference? Side note: was the Fonz really cool? Mid-thirties; garage apartment; hung out with high school kids. What has two thumbs and smells like leather and failure? Correctamundo.

Anyhoo, here's the forehead-slapping, "sonofabitch!" epiphany: it fucking works. Especially on stage. Smiling spreads like syphilis, only you're glad you caught it. On top of that, I look goofy when I smile, which makes my darker chunks of material seem semi-sweet. As a friend put it, I'm able to sell the inappropriate because my delivery is all cupcake. I like that contrast. Eloquent filth. Like belching the phrase, "Pardon me."

So. To anyone who either knows me, or thinks they know me, or has an inexplicable urge to get to know me, please know this: I'm not a condescending prick. Just uncomfortable in my own skin.

xoxo,

mario

p.s.  y'all do you know what condescending means, right?

Let's be frank.

People amaze me. People baffle me. They embarrass me. Impress me. Delight and depress me. People can be demanding, selfish and stupid; and the next day: patient, generous and, well, still stupid, but that innocent, lovable kind of stupid. I'm inspired by [and envious of] the intelligence some people possess. I'm disappointed by the glut of self-absorption that seems to spread and linger like some dreadfully cliched STD I can't recall at the moment, but it's on the tip of my lips.  I can easily turn this into a bullet list of negative human qualities, but I'd like to concentrate on one in particular: insincerity.

I was on the road recently, and the other comedian wanted to go to a strip club. No, thanks. What can I say, I'm not your typical male. I never got into sports, buffalo wings or date rape. [Hmm, should I ask the girl behind me if "date rape" is hyphenated? Probably not.] Anyhoo, I've been to about three strip clubs in my lifetime, and it wasn't until now that I delved into why I dislike them so much. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't appreciate naked, coked-up 'nursing students' or 8-dollar Miller Lites, it's the insincerity I can't tolerate. 

In high school, I was dorky and invisible to women. Fine. I get it now. Confidence is sexy, and I had about as much as Dennis Franz in a Speedo. [zing! take that, Sipowicz, you bloated, out-of-date reference!] So by default, any attention I receive from a pretty gal today may be somewhat inexplicable in my skewed self-perception, but it's welcome and long overdue...with one caveat: said attention must be genuine. Paying a woman to pretend she's into me is like having the teacher's edition of a math book. It's cheating. You gots ta earn the privilege to sneak a peak at those 8008s --that's upside-down-calculator-speak for BOOBS. Technical jargon. Just forget it.

What I find most appalling is how insincerity is easily recognized, but overlooked and even accepted in our society.  Politics especially. Does it not bother anyone that politicians hire speechwriters? It's widely believed that they just tell us what we want to hear to get our votes, and still, we allow and enable their hollow promise-making. Either that, or the general public is easier to dupe than Dane Cook fans.

Recently, in an effort to offset the annoyance of long lines, my bank put out Otis Jizzmeyer's cookies and hired "greeters." Sugar topped with syrup. More tellers would be nice, but that would be too costly and logical. Now, as much as I adore good manners, I'd rather be politely ignored than to search the room for the two faces who shouted the bouncy-but-disingenuous welcome. I just don't buy it when affability has an agenda. 

Furthermore, my banker, Angela, told me how cute my shirt was--which is only funny if you know sign language, and even then, certainly not cute--and I asked if she knew what it meant. Sheepishly, she told me she did not. Well then, Angie...shut your fucking mouth. Anyone who knows me knows I would never say that. But thanks to my choice of wardrobe, I didn't have to.

The ability to be abrupt is a human quality we all covet, but seldom practice. It's why we secretly revere t.v. characters like House or Dr. Cox from Scrubs. We don't just love them for being witty pricks, we admire how they bitch-slap the elephant in the room and stomp on eggshells. Too bad more real people weren't like this...we're running low on social messiahs. 

Insincerity is a lie in disguise, and we play the game despite our instinctual reluctance. No one wants to be lied to, but no one likes the truth either.  I think about how much further along in life we'd all be if we simply said what we meant and meant what we said.  In the decade I've been doing comedy, I should have colon cancer from all the smoke blown up my ass, and yet, I persist. I've pissed away years of my life in relationships either stringing girls along or getting tripped up by girls who did the same to me.

We waste so much time being misleading, deceptive or phony.  So pretty please, with unpopped cherries on top: let's all be frank. Sincerely.

p.s. the insecure voice in my head asked me to clarify that I do not have herpes. Repeating: Mario does not have herpes. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Some of my best friends know people with herpes. [a nod to Doug C.]

p.s.s. Doug C. does not have herpes.

xoxo-h,

mario

Gas Money

(this occurred a while ago, but i never posted it.)

Well, it was bound to happen. I've heard that some headliners won't let the feature sell his/her merchandise after the show, but it's never happened in the nearly three years I've been on the road...until now.

Why do some headliners seem to forget how tough it was making ends meet as a feature act? The best analogy I can come up with is the waitress with the asshole manager: she gets promoted, then quickly (or conveniently) forgets what it was like to be a waitress with an asshole manager. It's a low-rent power trip thing.

For those who don't know, the average pay for a "middle" or "feature" act is roughly $500 a week. Some clubs pay more, some actually pay less. Not so bad, you say? Well, factor in gas, food and possibly a hotel on the off nights, and you might come home with $150. Merchandise has allowed me to make comedy a fulltime gig, and I'd like to think I give people a high-quality, well-packaged item. I'm also not a high-pressure salesman after a show. I figure if they want the books, they'll find me. And HUGE hugs and hickies to those who have found me in the past.

I'll now address the inane arguments from headliners that other features have shared with me:

1) "I lose sales when the feature also peddles his merch." You greedy, insecure fucks. How does your need for extra cash trump mine? You're already making AT LEAST TWICE as much money as the middle act. Besides, most folks in the crowd will forget the feature act by the end of your set...that is, if you've done your job properly. I've never had an HL tell me at the end of the week that he made half as much as usual in merch sales thanks to me. Never. In fact, most people who DO buy stuff, buy stuff from both of us.

2) "Hey man, it happened to me when I was a feature. Deal with it." Priceless logic. I certainly hope you weren't molested as a child. I'll defer back to the waiter/manager comparison. Since you KNOW how much it sucks, and how unfair it is, why the hell would you treat someone the same way? And besides, I'm guessing when most HL's who pull this shit were feature acts, gas wasn't $3.00 a gallon and clubs paid the middles twice as much as we get today.

3) "I don't want it to look like a flea market in the lobby." You know, I understand this to a degree, especially if the feature act is trying to sell a self-burned CD with no label or proper packaging --sorry guys. a lot of my buddies do this and I really don't think it's fair to the folks who are paying for it...especially since (most) paid a cover to get in and bought two drinks, then reached DEEPER into their pockets to support the comics by purchasing product. Don't sell 'em crap.-- BUT, the alleged "flea market" argument is a simple fix: features, set your shit up further away from the headliner...and common courtesy dictates you give the HL the better real estate. Oh yeah, I've also worked with plenty of HL's who charge $20 bucks for a homemade CD. So not cool.

4) "It's my show, motherfucker." This is the bullshit reason I got tonight. And surprise, surprise, she (yes, she) is one of those headliners who has never "made it." Guess what, no one knows who the fuck you are--and with just reason--they came out blindly to a comedy club. It's not YOUR show, it's OUR show. And even if you are the reason people came out, they're going to buy whatever you're selling because they are loyal and ardent fans.

Sorry.

Funny, too, it always seems to be the pandering, hacky, no-name veteran comics who kick up a stink (according to other features who've experienced it). I will, however, give proper thanks to the following headliners for being decent human beings, in no order whatsoever: Clinton Jackson; Tammy Pescatelli; Mitch Hedberg; Al Madrigal; Chad Daniels; Rick Gutierrez; Josh Blue; Johnny Sanchez; Slade Ham; Kevin Naughton; Greg Fitzsimmons; Michael Winslow; David Allen Grier; Robert Mac; Pete Johanssen; Andy Campbell; John Bush; John Morgan; Kevin Downey Jr.; Bob Zany; Ron Shock; Rob Little and yes, even Pauly Shore.

I'd like to hear about other headliners who've been cool...hit me up in private if you want to trash someone, though...i'm not trying to start a hate-thread despite my words, here.

I'd also like to mention that management here had nothing to do with the decision. In fact, they sympathize with my circumstances. It's just too bad that it's not their decision to make.

Soooo, the big question is, who in world am I working with this week? Who could possibly be such a solipsistic cunt? (five points for stringing those two words together). Well, like I said, I ain't naming names.

I suppose the only real solution is for me to hurry up and start headlining more clubs.

Christ I'm pissed off. Does anyone have any weed?

fuck, fuck, FUCK..........mario

Why Last Comic Standing is a Joke

I'm not easily offended, but Last Comic Standing has been sincerely pissing me off for the past six seasons. This one, however, takes the bacon. Nothing but amateurs doing their "impression" of comedy. My question is: Who will be...The Last. Person. Watching.

I'm fortunate enough to call myself a working comedian and I've always thought LCS does an immense disservice to comedy/comics everywhere. i only tried out for the second season, but figured out quickly that the "funny white guy" quota gets filled up in a hurry. like many viewers have already guessed, they cast this thing like a Benniton ad, and has very little to do with talent.

I watch the show because it's my profession, and it's frustrating as fuck to see my friends get passed over for the hot chick with 4 mediocre minutes or the Dane Cook wannabe who's all frosting and no cake.

This show should be for guys/gals who are ALREADY headlining full time, but could use some national exposure.

I've worked with nearly all of the genuinely funny comedians you've seen on LCS. Most are strong, competent headliners that no one really knows about...Robert Mac; John Evans; Robert Hawkins; Dale Jones; Dan Naturman; Jimmy Pardo; Doug Benson; Chad Daniels; etc etc. I implore all of you to go out and see any of these headliners if they come through your town...unlike the contestants who've made it through, these folks will NOT disappoint you. and though i've never worked with them: Andi Smith; Erin Foley and Mary Mack are very left of center and very funny.

Here's the thing: when you watch American Idol (if you watch it), contestants get to show off their pipes to those three judges with no live audience, and it works to a degree...same with dancing or being a musician: if you're at least decent, it's easy to tell....comedy, on the other hand, NEEDS to be in front of a live audience. you can't tell if someone is genuinely funny in a 2-minute audition in front of two show producers.

I'd like to think people are comedy-savvy at this point in time (a mistake to think that?). this is not 1989. all these folks in the top ten are doing "impressions" of what they think comedy is. it's like when someone does an impression of Bush or Christopher Walken or DeNiro (super fresh!)...they're actually doing impressions of impressionists they've seen on SNL or somewhere.

I sooo want comedy to become cool again, and the potential is there. But as long as LCS keeps pushing these unskilled, bland, pedestrian "comics" on the public, i can't blame ANYone for choosing a movie or lawn-bowling over live stand-up. it breaks my heart, it does.

ugh. this show got everything wrong. everything.

{p.s. The current season, 2010, is a HUGE improvement.}

Queerly Beloved

Dear hypocritical, close-minded, ass-holier-than-thou conservative fucks,

I want you to think of the most horrific people in history: Hitler, Ted Bundy, Bin Laden, Puck from the Real World. What do they all have in common? All products of straight marriages. I think its time we give My Two Dads a shot.

I would now like to counter every argument I've heard in favor of banning gay marriage, because not one has a leg to stand on.

1) "Gays getting married will spoil the sanctity of marriage." This is my favorite one. Does everyone conveniently forget that us heteros continue to make a mockery out of marriage? Divorce rates are higher then ever; there are 24-hour wedding chapels in Vegas; Elected officials have countless bouts with infidelity; Jackass celebrities get hitched for a week; Who wants to marry a millionaire? Some gold-digging whore, thats who. Face it, marriage is laughable in this country, and its not showing any signs of improvement.


2) "Children need both a mother and a father" You're right, it would be much healthier for a child to grow up with potentially one or two unloving or abusive parents, so long as they're not a pair of turd-burglars or donut-bumpers. And for those ignorant, bible-thumping dipshits who believe that being gay is a choice, tell me, at what age did you decide to be straight? Was it like a Pepsi challenge at puberty? "Hmm, Im gonna go with vagina." The same God you praise and worship blindly created homosexuals. Are you suggesting that the Almighty One fucked up? And let's explore why He would create such an abomination of a human being? For starters, how about population control? To pick up the slack for all of the irresponsible heterosexuals who keep popping out kids like illegitimate Pez dispensers. Just so we're clear, a few hundred thousand straight folks abandon their children for whatever reason, and gay couples want to adopt them and provide a loving home? My mistake, those faggots are evil. Evil, I tells ya! Against abortion? Then you should embrace the idea of gay marriage, because gay couples can't have kids on accident.


3) "Homosexuality is a sin, says so in the Bah-bull" Ah, yes, the Bible. That book written by equally homophobic men. MEN, not God. And written at a time when no one understood homosexuality. You know what else is a sin? Tea-bagging altar boys while proclaiming to be a "Man of God". That must be part of the ass-rape-and-don't-tell policy in the New, New Testament.


4) "You let the gays git married, you open the doors fer people marrying their pets." Wow, I had no idea that homosexuality was a gateway to bestiality. I can't believe people are this stupid. This is the America that embarrasses me. Last time I checked, my homosexual friends were human beings who want to love and marry other human beings. Do you know who wants to marry a goat or a toaster? The insane. Mental midgets. And I'd be willing to wager that they're all straight.

Now if you'll all pardon me, Oscar and I have a honeymoon to plan.

hugs and hickies,
mario

Hello Chumps and Crumpets...

This is my blog.

I'm a comedian, author, screen-printer. And I can play "Me So Horny" on the piano.

I'm a big fan of fragment sentences. Love 'em. Can't get enough.

Regarding this blog: There are times when I write material that may be too verbose for the stage; or only funny when read, not heard. Odd how that works. I also prefer to keep my opinions in a less confrontational atmosphere. Sometimes yous guys just wanna hear comedy at a comedy club. Go figure. So I keep it on the page, not the stage...or as i like to put it: I leave my gripes in written form, not on the large surface I stand upon while performing.

I'm not left or right or red or blue. I'm a nothing who just wants everyone on the same playing field. Common courtesy is my religion and I don't offend easily. I love the mundane and all it's minutiae. I also enjoy moonlit walks in the moonlight of the moon. I'm allergic to cats, pollen and assholes and have a crush on Joanna Newsom.

Please to enjoy my half-assed musings and mutterings.

hugs and hickeys,

-mario