Star World: An Alternate Dimension

Star World is an expatriate-aimed television network in Asia, India and Sri Lanka that I look at when I am in that part of the world. It's magical, really, because they buy shows based on price rather than quality, so it's like living in an alternate dimension. It's a world where Kelsey Grammer had a long-running sketch show for the incomparable Paul F. Tompkins to appear on. It's a place where Knights of Prosperity, the show about the guys who decided to get together and rob Mick Jagger, was broadcast for an entire season, and where people continued to watch 8 Simple Rules after David Spade replaced the beloved and departed John Ritter. Most horrifyingly, it's where there are repeated showings of episodes of Criss Angel's Mindfreak. If any of this has sent shivers down your spine, consider it a possible future reality if the writer's strike is not resolved!

No Questions, No Photos

I know some people have been asking when they can see me do more than a drunken five minutes of jokes in a smoky room full of comics who are talking about who has given whom a social disease. Good news! I have been invited to do a half an hour of material featuring for one of my favorite chicks, the hilarious Susan Rice, on December 14th. The bad news is that it's in Astoria, OR, at the Labor Temple, at 934 Duane St. I hope that Ron Bennington will be pleased I'm doing a gig where Goonies was filmed.
If you like comedy and live in Astoria, please come! Especially if you're my hairdresser's mom, the wonderful Kristi Bullock from Do! Rad Cuts And Color.
As long as I'm plugging, please vote for Susan in Ziddio's Lucky 21 contest!

Postscript: Wednesday, Dec 5th (Next Week!) I will be doing 15 minutes at the Hungry Tiger Too at 9!

207 SE 12th Ave
Portland, OR 97214

A Moving Plea

This is the time of year when my dogs most personally resent the "lifestyle choices" that spouse and I have made. They say, yes, meat is murder, but surely turkeys are only manslaughter. They see the Thanksgiving grocery store commercials on the television and smell giblet gravy and turn up their flat, leathery noses at Tofurky. If you and your family have any extra table scraps for these spoiled, fat, farting bastards, please mail them to our house in a greaseproof envelope so they will shut up.

For Donna Ryan

Dear Mom;

Here is the tape I've been promising of my set at the Oregon Women's Comedy Festival. There is a part two if you're interested. I hope you have an enjoyable Thanksgiving and don't adopt any additional cats. Remember what they say about comedy and prostitution: the first time you do it for money, you're a pro.




Love, Virginia

Bulldog Attack!

Look out!