As I clean my room, I find things to talk about. Then get distracted from messages from friends and exes. Try to tell you the story of the Alt-Right comedian I befriended then turned on. Get distracted by talking about Batman and it becomes all about Paul Dini's A Dark Night: A True Batman Story from there.
sorry
Atleast there's no high pitch noise. Replaced by THUMB SLAMMING INTO PHONE FACE noise.
I had some nice dates with nice ladies. You won't really hear about the details. Maybe tomorrow's podcast
Mostly I look at movies recommended by the two ladies and books I libraried.
Man I need to leave for the mic now.
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I did this 2 Saturdays ago to make up for skipping a week
It was done after the Third Coast 2nd Anniversary party.
I was on a exhaustive run of running arounding and probably should have taken a break and not recorded anything.
Child-me would be slightly impressed with my workmanship.
Hanging out at my other job after getting off from a 12 hour work at my other job to talk about the follies of my dick.
Dick Follies. That's what the episode shoulda been named
I skipped another week and am a day late
Will this pattern continue?
Hopefully only under extreme cases of procrasterbation.
Had a mighty fun show Wednesday but forego that to talk about jerking off for 15 minutes (the topic of masturbation was talked about for 15 minutes, not the other way that sentence can go).
I had a weird nondate and no body died! Win-freaking-win
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Wednesday shows are still going strong.
Fighting on my phone and Facebook is still going strong
I forgot to mention the Alt Right Comic I was trolling, Jaron Stewart. He is a trip. Someone should hug that son of a bitch.
History class is actually helping fill great time on here!
I pole danced a teeny tiny bit.
I produced an open mic with too much money of my moneys.
I continue to achieve my goal of staying single for a year.
I forgot to sing on this one.
I learned that song from Hello Dolly for fucking nothing.
I skipped a week. Cause bad things kept happening.
Car wrecked. Shows to still do. Dates to still have. Man, I didn't even talk about the open mic I started this week.
It's in a chicken joint called Pluckerz so get these laughs while they are hot.
Fresh from a family reunion and sprung free from a impromptu set in front of four disinterested people, I make my way through the past and look for my family, clothes taken from my ex's daughter, a new schedule-hell.
I hope everyone has already learned these lessons I am just now learning as an adult.
It's a busy day.
Burlesque, being nice to ladies I know, and trying to guess the episode title before I really start is all part of the show now.
Jeffery C. Roxx is a stand-up and former EVERYTHING (film student, script doctor, personal trainer, etc.) hailing from Detroit and living in Nashville. His stage presences is loud and punchy with influences from comics such as Redd Foxx and Andrew Dice Clay.
His positive intensity I find infectious. This was my first time really getting to know him and had such a nice talk that was difficult to end. GOOD THING MY PHONE DECIDED FOR US.
Some things must be said.
Some ideas are too big to be kept a secret.
And watching Sailor Moon R and Sailor Moon S back to back is definitely one of them.
There were shows where nothing happened.
And remember, from Alien, sometimes Nothing is the scariest thing of all.
Also, I work with a Kia and she sucks at being friendly.
DATING IS naw I'm not even going to attempt that right now
I gotta go
Busy week
Busy busy
I rediscover black people. I dine out with a new female friend. I try to make sense of the sexiness of wet body parts.
Zack, my work and film school bud, cameos in the beginning. Say "hi" to him if you see him on the street.
Just saw the Incredibles 2 but it got me thinking down a marriage/relationship line. Mostly I attempt to clean up my baggage that carry around with me from past relationships.
My wrestling-fanbro/workmate/what-you-mustn't-forget guy James chit-chats with me about comics, tv, Archie, fucking-Tinder(?), ahhhuh, what a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever makes them happy and gets them locked up and married at 30.
I swear to god I didn't think it would be this long but we couldn't stop the pop culture orgy at the first 45 minutes or so.
It is a ride around with my workmate and friend Anthony! We didn't get to go into the real shit of working at Belcourt and, in the before time, Regal Cinemas and note the differences. But this was more listener friendly and less shouty. He's only in it for a short while, so enjoy him while Anthony is there. The other part I wade into "talking with strangers" territory and then just remember I'm going to do commentary at a video game tourney about comic book characters so I come back down to earth, I hope.
Oh and I normalized the audio like I promised myself I would. Cause that is what I imagine I would complain about if I listen to this podcast.
I try to summarize my life, while throwing as few people under the bus as possible.
I have a pause in the show after I get done with work 13 hours later so my energy is different weirder in the second two thirds.
We talking spear-weilding women, getting addicted/attached to hanging out after a comedy show, and oh man, what was I talking about near the end?
I know I said something for twenty minutes! Uh, um, hi James, Zack and Holly, and sorry.
(I don't think I said anything controversial so I'm just not gonna check and push the publish button)
Oh that's right! I get a call during the podcast! That's the fun part!
After the "show", I have one drink. and it turns out one drink is all I need to let Andre the Ripper out of his cage. I may sing some near the end. Scratch that. I sing my ass off.
Before going to a comedy show, I decide to ramble about my self-destructive tendencies and money faults. Oh dear, what a drama!
Me and Zach talk butts and oh man, I don't really remember anything else. Anime, I think.
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