Via Con Dios, Cabo. Hi, Seattle, You Bitch.

Not sure if anyone's reading this today.
It's Friday, 12/10/04. I've returned from my vacation to read a blog here and there, caught up on some gossip, and have had the interior of my car defamed, degraded, and metaphorically defecated upon. Being away for a week, I've heard that a few comics have left the area, possibly for good, some have made waves and are doing guest spots this weekend, and some are still boring people with their depressed, repressed, unresolved issues. Yeah, Killorn, I'm talking about you... know who.

There's an old saying from the infamous Cabo San Lucas watering hole "El Squid Roe" that goes like this, "What Happens In Cabo... (everybody screeeeam!) STAYS IN CABO!" I would like some things to stay in Cabo. Like the water puma. The sea cobra. The turtle whistle. DOODLE DOOOO! The trash neighbors. AAAWHA'HA'HAAAAA! The beach dumping. Patrick Swayze. He sucks.

More later. I need a liver-flush tea and shiatsu.
Hey, where's our dawgmanned Governor? Give it up Gregoire, cut your hair above your ears and get on with your golf lessons.

Here's something odd. In checking my website stats, # of hits and what-not, I had over 300 in the past week, which is a lot. Most of them were aimed at my blog, and within that, quite a few searches for Mishna Wolff, the comedian, as well as the close confidant (not sure how attached they are) of comedian Marc Maron. Marc was in town last weekend at Giggles Comedy Club, and I hope, for your sake that you did NOT see him, because the rest of the comedy you see in Seattle will suck sludge in his wake. Mishna's got some great material, as well as a stage presence that is very laissez-faire, like she's bending your ear in front of the organic market. And Marc Maron, well, shit, that's HIM on stage. That's not a character, that's Marc Maron, and that is what most comics strive for, to be themselves on stage.

This weekend, go check out Daniel Tosh at Giggles. Funny? Yes. Off-beat? Uh-huh. Rail-thin? Check. In love with me? A bit, yeah, a bit.

As I return to the drizzle (Snoop-speak for "drippage") and gray skies, I have pants to press, set lists it write, and shows to do. I look forward to seeing y'all soon. Until then, throw $5 or a toy in for Toys For Tots. Just a little something for someone else this time of year.

Tony Moser called, he'd like to come over. I said "no." I'm not zoned for animals.
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