tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-149980242024-03-20T04:41:01.851-05:00RNDM THOT PTRNSFritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.comBlogger642125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-11186706766773086052009-10-21T12:56:00.002-05:002009-10-21T13:11:38.801-05:00UpdateI know it's been a long time since I've posted anything here. It's mostly been a matter of nothing new to report.<br /><br />Still haven't found a new job, although I've found work at the comedy club as their new doorman.<br /><br />I've become more and more adept at living on a shoestring budget.<br /><br />I'm working on my plan B, as I've got less than two months left on my unemployment and I'm running out of places to drop off resumés. I've been thinking about going back to school, and I'm trying to find a course of study that won't bore me to tears yet will actually prove to be a practical choice. I was lucky to have twelve years in graphic design before it proved to be a bit of a dead end.<br /><br />I've made the decision to put off the next Personality of Cult show for a while until I get my life back on track. MixTape Art Show is still on track to open in December, but I'm scrambling to get more artists involved. Turnout is proving a bit light.<br /><br />I'm still doing stand-up, and I'm keeping the joke blog updated every day. I'm considering trying to get it published as a book once I get the initial year's worth of jokes written.<br /><br />Other than that... Not much to report.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-58508296346963368372009-08-19T14:28:00.003-05:002009-10-21T12:56:10.679-05:00What gets into some people?Watch this clip:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcRr5xA-K80&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PcRr5xA-K80&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"></embed></object><br /><br />Not a viewpoint I agree with, but compared to some people at these town hall meetings, she seems fairly civil about her dissent... Until she appears again in this clip:<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVS4Zgjm8HE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVS4Zgjm8HE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Holy. Living. Fuck.<br /><br />Someone explain to me why a woman wearing an Israeli Defense Forces t-shirt is yelling "Heil Hitler!" at a Israeli man who's talking about health care? Now, I'm not the most fashion savvy person on the planet, but isn't that more than a little faux pas? What's she gonna do for an encore, put on blackface and confront Chuck D?Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-81443246391036013082009-07-16T00:34:00.001-05:002009-07-16T00:34:38.195-05:00You'd think given my career choices, I'd be used to backstabbers by now.First and foremost, let me tell you guys to NOT call me about this. I won't be able to get a new phone until tomorrow. Just know that I'm fine, and my jaw and my back is a little sore, but it's nothing a little Advil and Neosporin can't handle. My mood, on the other hand is to be expected after being stabbed.<br /><br />Yes, I fucking said STABBED.<br /><br />I was on my way down Memorial after open mic night at the Loony Bin. I was coming up on the Steak and Shake when I saw a group of teenagers running across the street. I blew my horn at them, as a few of them were getting ready to dart in front of my car. As I passed, one of them threw their drink at me.<br /><br />THUD! SCREECH! I slammed my brakes and got out of my car. I yelled at them, demanding to know who threw their shit at my car. All but three of them ran off. The ones that stayed behind came up to me, ready for a fight.<br /><br />The first one said something along the lines of "C'mon motherfucker!" (or something just as eloquent). A second moved to my right side. The first guy kicked me in the leg with about as much force as a stiff breeze. Seriously, this kick couldn't have broken balsa wood.<br /><br />I turned my head to look at the second guy trying to flank me. As I turned my head, he clocked me on the left side of my jaw. I think he was aiming for my nose, but missed. Didn't really ring my bell so much as it just knocked me off balance. But it was enough to let me know they meant business.<br /><br />That's when the third guy pulled something out of his pocket. I believe my response was "Is that a fucking screwdriver? Seriously?" Let it be known that I am a pacifist, but I've also got a pretty big fucking mouth because this guy started to charge at me with it. So, I naturally ran back to my car. Sure, what this thug lacked in subtlety, he sure as hell made up for it in his purchase at Home Depot.<br /><br />On the way back to my car, in hindsight, I dropped my phone. Oh, and I also felt a blow to the middle of my back. I thought one of the little fuckers had punched me, but after driving off, the second car to flag me down pointed out other wise.<br /><br />The first car told me that they saw the whole thing, and that they'd testify if needed. I felt fine, just pumping adrenalin and I told them that it wouldn't be necessary. The second car said the same thing, but added the phrase, "No, dude. That guy fucking stabbed you!"<br /><br />Signaling them over to the Walgreen's parking lot, I asked them to look at my back. Tiny hole, no bleeding. The cops arrived, took my statement. The paramedics arrived, checked me out, and told me it wasn't bad. Barely broke the skin. Not even worthy of a trip to the hospital or even a bandage. But in legal terms, that was still assault with a deadly weapon.<br /><br />The witnesses told me (and the cops) that one of the bad guys picked up my phone. So, add theft to the mix. I told the cops to throw in a jaywalking charge and destruction of property while they're at it.<br /><br />So, I went about my evening with a really fucked up story for the guys at the bar. The irony is, the cops said they'll call me if anything turns up. Hopefully, it'll be after I get my new phone turned on.<br /><br />Like I said, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I don't know if that little fucker didn't have that great of upper body strength or maybe a poor choice in weaponry, but the damage was merely a flesh wound. Personally, I attribute the lack of real damage to the fact that I've never had a back massage in my entire life, and 32 years of tension built up a knot strong enough to deflect a flathead screwdriver tip.<br /><br />But enough about me, how was your night?Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-46016874393319436092009-07-04T09:54:00.002-05:002009-07-04T10:02:12.334-05:00Angels and DemonsTo quote Tom Servo from <span style="font-style: italic;">Mystery Science Theater 3000</span>, "I want to hurt this movie, but I don't think I can hurt it the same way it hurt me."<br /><br />I've had a pretty good run at the movies the past few years. Of all the movies I paid to see since I moved back to Tulsa, the worst of them ranked as still pretty good. I attribute most of this to being very selective about what I throw my money at, and quite a few times it's been luck of the draw. Well, my lucky streak has ended with <span style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons</span>.<br /><br />I completely avoided anything having to do with <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Da Vinci Code</span>. Never read the book, nor the graphic novel, nor did I see the movie. Which was uncharacteristic of me because usually I enjoy anything that pisses off religious people. So, why did I go see <span style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons</span>? Because a friend asked me to tag along, and I haven't seen a new movie in over a month. So, I took a chance, and now I'd like to respond.<br /><br />First of all... Dan Brown, go fuck yourself. I've had conversations with homeless conspiracy theorists that had more credibility than your story arcs. I've fallen asleep with the TV tuned to the A&E and gotten a better grasp of history than you have. And the thought that so many people actually bought in to your bullshit, and that the Catholic Church considered you some sort of a threat, just makes me wanna French kiss the barrel of a sawed off shotgun and welcome the sweet release of death. You are to legitimate storytelling what Girls Gone Wild is to lesbianism; a cheap, flashy, completely non-realistic representation that leaves people too ashamed to demand their money back.<br /><br />Second... Ron Howard, Tom Hanks, you're better than this. I can't blame you both for wanting a safe paycheck, but come on. This material is suitable only for people who found the mind games in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Saw</span> movies a little too obtuse. It makes the Hardy Boys look like Hitchcock. I know Mr. Brown has a new book in this series coming out soon, but please, for the love of all things good and decent in this world, don't... Just don't.<br /><br />I do, however, need to give the film credit for one thing: I didn't immediately figure out who the bad guy was. But, the moment all characters were established, I knew that if any of them were the bad guy, I figured out exactly how they would do it. It's like going to a restaurant knowing full well where they would spit in your food, and then, eating around it.<br /><br />And I'm usually not one of those snooty nit-pickers that get all up in arms about little details in a film. I have a friend that hated <span style="font-style: italic;">Titanic</span> because the Picasso and Monet paintings that went down with the ship were ones that still exist today, and <span style="font-style: italic;">that's</span> what ruined the film for him. I'm not that kind of guy. I'll forgive the occasional flawed detail if the rest of the movie entertains me, but from the initial claim that there were a <span style="font-style: italic;">billion</span> Catholics in the world, to Galileo's use of <span style="font-style: italic;">English</span> in his clues, to the climactic assertion that cold temperatures had <span style="font-style: italic;">weakened</span> the life of the doomsday device's batteries, this was the first movie that made me want to shout "BULLSHIT!" at the screen.<br /><br />I wanted to give this movie a chance, but halfway through, I felt like sneaking in to see <span style="font-style: italic;">Transformers</span>, just for the fact that those filmmakers knew their movie was brainless. <span style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons</span> tried to pass itself off as intellectual, but in the same way someone actually slips their word-a-day calendar entries into daily conversation. It feels forced and only makes people like me want to laugh at their efforts.<br /><br />To me, even the worst movies I sat through have had some redeeming quality that made the ticket price somewhat worth it. When I saw <span style="font-style: italic;">The Talented Mr. Ripley</span>, I was able to ignore the insipid plot and dialogue and focus on the beautiful scenery. And even though <span style="font-style: italic;">Angels and Demons</span> took place in Rome and the Vatican, it had all of the charm of a tour of Italy with a tour guide hopped up on Mescaline.<br /><br />In summary, avoid this movie with every fiber of your being. Laugh derisively at anyone you see purchasing the DVD when it comes out. If a friend so much as mentions adding this to their Netflix queue, well, go ahead and let them watch it. Think of it as letting them date someone you don't approve of. Pointing out their bad judgment would only damage the friendship, and believe me, they'll need a shoulder to cry on when they realize they've made a horrible mistake.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-75339055078043121752009-06-12T15:48:00.002-05:002009-06-12T16:06:18.542-05:00Weird weekSweet Zombie Jesus! This has been one hell of a week.<br /><br />I got laid off on Tuesday. Not fired. Fired doesn't come with an apology every 15 seconds from my boss. There's just not enough work coming in to warrant having a full-time designer on staff. It sucks, but I understand it. Suddenly, I find myself really giving a shit about the economy.<br /><br />I'll be alright. I'm actually kinda relieved at this new development. My options are wide open and for the first time in my life I have the wisdom to appreciate that state of mind. My main options are:<br /><br /><ol><li>Draw unemployment and interview around to find a full-time job.</li><li>Drum up enough freelance work and find part-time work to sustain myself.</li><li>Focus more on my comedy career.</li><li>Maybe go back to school.</li><li>Invest in a shack in Montana and drop off the grid.</li></ol><br />Let's break that down...<br /><br />Option #1 brings about many doubts. When the economy goes south, companies slash their advertising budgets. Which is counter-intuitive in my opinion because how are you supposedto bring in new customers if no one knows you're still in business. Its at times like these that any job that's available no doubt has many damned good reasons why it's available.<br /><br />Option #2 is the most attractive to me. Sure, it means shoestring budgets, but I'd have my freedom to do almost anything I want when I can afford to do it. But hey, I've landed three freelance jobs this week alone... Maybe I can pull it off!<br /><br />Option #3 is pretty attractive, seeing as the timing may be right to do something on that front. You see, on Wednesday I found out I made the run-off ballot for Urban Tulsa's Absolute Best fo Tulsa Awards for Best Comedian. I'm up against two seasoned professionals, but hey... Fingers crossed.<br /><br />Option #4 is looking more and more likely. Why not try something different, you know?<br /><br />Option #5 is pretty much out. I'm liking the limelight too much to pull a J.D. Salinger.<br /><br />Stay tuned for more.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-44145391576172212272009-06-01T21:40:00.003-05:002009-06-01T22:19:48.658-05:00That's my name, wear it out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3O53OXjU_BvcpJaBD_pjcbKpIP8XNsGJtBQ1c5EwpR7m-dVtle2hwXdfNOjk5SF08QDBZPc80VkBJMrjBpJ3_GJERRreNxZzJBxMEceDC_sQZJAKV-4G7NujeI4ljVERG8YA_Q/s1600-h/REVISED+FRITSCHIE+LOGO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK3O53OXjU_BvcpJaBD_pjcbKpIP8XNsGJtBQ1c5EwpR7m-dVtle2hwXdfNOjk5SF08QDBZPc80VkBJMrjBpJ3_GJERRreNxZzJBxMEceDC_sQZJAKV-4G7NujeI4ljVERG8YA_Q/s320/REVISED+FRITSCHIE+LOGO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342556005014232066" border="0" /></a>This is my new personal logo. Now, look at it upside down.<br /><br />It's called an ambigram.<br /><br />Here's the backstory:<br /><br />Back in design school, I had a Grateful Dead decal on my art supply kit. Having just taken a class in Typography, I just loved this decal because of the way the words were designed. If you looked at the words Grateful Dead upside down, it read Grateful Dead. I remember showing the sticker to my Typography teacher and I asked if he'd give me extra credit if I could do something like that. He told me it would depend on the word.<br /><br />Out of the eventual need for a personal logo when I was to start my job search a year later, and not purely out of self-centeredness, I decided I was gonna try to do my name this way. Piece of cake, I thought. I spelled out my name, then spun the paper around and spelled out the same letters above them, mapping out what the letters have to look like upside down to pull it off.<br /><br />That's when I spotted the trouble. I wanted DAN FRITSCHIE to read the same when flipped. Flipping a D and making it read E wasn't too difficult, nor was N and H, but making any of the others work was a major pain in the ass. I even tried to simplify the process and make DANIEL read like FRITSCHIE, but making six letters look like nine upside down just made it harder.<br /><br />Then, I thought I'd make it infinitely easier and just do FRITSCHIE. I stayed up nights doing sketch after sketch and nothing was quite working. The end of the semester quickly came and went, and I gave up on it... Until I was getting ready to graduate. It was laboring on this logo instead of other pieces for my portfolio that was partly to blame for repeating that particular semester. Having to focus on other things, I put it away and chalked it up as my unfinished, albeit deeply frustrating symphony.<br /><br />Over the years, I revisited the idea, trying it in a variety of styles, from Art deco, to art nouveau, grunge, etc. and I still never got it to work. The F-E combo was simple enough, and it helped that S is right there in the middle. It was the RIT looking like upside down CHI that was the tough nut to crack. Off and on over the next twelve years, I would do a rough sketch or two, promising never to get sucked into it again. If I was gonna be locked in a padded room, it wasn't gonna be over a damned logo!<br /><br />Then came help from the Illuminati.<br /><br />The movie Angels and Demons did not interest me at all. Same thing with the DaVinci Code... not my cup of tea. But I went to the Angels and Demons website, and the graphic work there, where they had ambigrams of ILLUMINATI, FIRE, WATER, EARTH, AIR and METAL... all of which, pardon the pun, cracked the code of finishing that damned logo of mine.<br /><br />A couple dozen sketches later, I had the groundwork for this new logo. A couple of hours messing around in Illustrator, couple of warp filters and viola! Years of intermittent insanity, and it was a Ron Howard movie that made me see the light?!? I guess all there's left to say is: Thanks, Opie!<br /><br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);">Might make a neat tattoo, huh?<img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span>Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-55603303263609851452009-05-22T00:30:00.002-05:002009-05-22T00:35:53.264-05:00DavidI wanted to share a story with you. It's one that's been on my mind a lot lately, given an event that happened last week, but more on that later. For now, I present to you, a wonderful love story.<br /><br />David Fritschie was my cousin. His most prized possession in the entire world was his Plymouth GTX. His parents got it around the time of his birth, and when he turned 16, his father gave him the car. A beautiful matte green monster of a car with two black racing stripes, which he always kept in pristine condition. Two memories I keep about David was the time he had to send the car back to the shop after they botched a retouch paint job on the hood, and the time he scolded me for sitting in the driver's seat (a hell-worthy trespass in his opinion). These were probably the only times I ever saw him angry. It should also be noted that he NEVER let anyone else drive that car, under any circumstance.<br /><br />But that's just a minor part of the story. The real story is about he and his wife, Beth.<br /><br />They went to the same high school, but never got to know each other until much later. He knew of her in high school, even remembering the one class they shared and where she sat every day. About five years after high school, their paths crossed again at a bar. David came up to Beth and talked about their mutual friend who had tried to set them up together. Beth had offered to buy him a beer, and thankfully returned with two Budweisers, as Coors would've been a deal-breaker with David and then where would this story be?<br /><br />They talked for a while, and Beth asked him to dance. David never danced, but for her, he made an exception. Later that night, they had their first kiss. Who kissed whom first was heavily debated, even after fifteen years.<br /><br />They were deeply smitten with each other. One month in, and they were living together. Three years later, David decided he wanted to marry her. Knowing that Beth was not the jewelry type, he was puzzled as to what to do for an engagement ring. Then, he did something much more meaningful than any diamond could convey: He gave her a set of keys to his Plymouth GTX.<br /><br />This was HUGE. Even we blood relatives were given the stink eye if we so much as touched that car, much less drive the frickin' thing! But even with this grand gesture, David was determined to get her a proper engagement ring. Money was obviously a factor, so Beth told him that if he really wanted to get him a ring, here's what she wanted... A Ring Pop. Watermelon. With a blue base.<br /><br />David went to nearly every convenience store in the surrounding area, no doubt looking like a crazy person sitting on the floor of the candy aisle, sifting through every Ring Pop looking for the exact one his love had requested.<br /><br />To this day, Beth still has that Ring Pop. A long since melted symbol of their love, and as Beth describes, the main reason their house is infested with ants.<br /><br />This story of the blossoming of their relationship was something I was not aware of until this week. Being his cousin, I just remember Beth and David being together and that was that. Peas and carrots, as Forrest Gump once said. They were married soon after, and later had a daughter, Tess, who was this perfect mix of two of the best parents I ever witnessed. David was selflessly devoted to his wife and daughter.<br /><br />It pains me to no end to use the past tense in this story.<br /><br />David Charles Fritschie died on May 13, 2009. He and another man, a home owner David was helping out with a new water service line, were murdered by a mentally unstable man, a twice- convicted felon, over a dispute about said water service. This man, if we must call him one, is currently in custody and is awaiting trial.<br /><br />I, like all others that knew and loved David, are heartbroken over this tremendous loss to the world. In my life, I've had to deal with death quite a few times. I've lost my father at an early age, and later lost my grandmother, my grandfather, and my mentor. However, all of these deaths, heartbreaking and tragic as they have been, were due to disease or freak accident. This is the first time I've been dealt the added devastation of having someone to blame. Since this senseless murder, we've all been pinballing back and forth from sorrow to rage.<br /><br />David was my cousin. He was my older brother Eric's best friend and best man at his wedding. Growing up, David was like another brother to me, or as I put it at the funeral, the brother that didn't beat me up (not that I really blame Eric, because I did go out of my way sometimes to be a major pain in his ass).<br /><br />And in all of this heavy flood of emotion, it's this story of David's undying love for Beth, and his devotion to her and their daughter Tess, that has pulled me back from the ledge. And while it's a small comfort in light of the tragic circumstances of his death, I know that David's life fits nicely in the category of "Life Well Lived".<br /><br />His funeral this Tuesday was a testament to and a celebration of his life. Overflow in the church service caused a break out of folding chairs, and even then, there were many left standing. His coffin was adorned with the logo of his prized Plymouth GTX. He was buried in tie-dye, a fashion choice he wore nearly every day for the past 15-20 years of his life. Amazing Grace was played at the service, a recording made by Jerry Garcia, a favorite of David's.<br /><br />David, we love you and we'll miss you every day until we someday will see you again. Be at peace.<br /><br /><br />The Tess Fritschie Scholarship Fund has been created at Bancorp South in Fort Smith at 1222 Rogers Ave; Fort Smith, AR 72901.<br /><br />The Southside High School class of 1989 has set up a David Fritschie Memorial Fund at First National Bank of Fort Smith, P.O. Box 7; Fort Smith, Arkansas 72902.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-20080172035353485782009-04-19T22:21:00.001-05:002009-04-19T22:23:10.719-05:00The letter I SOOOO want to send to the fraudulent debt collectors that keep bugging the crap out of me.In dealing with the fake debt collectors earlier today, I became obsessed with wanting to expose these people for the frauds they are. To that end, I'm gonna let them make their phone calls for a little while longer, having a little fun with the poor schmucks they have manning the phones for them. When that gets boring, I'll file a cease and desist letter and wait for them to try and call me again so I can sue their asses.<br /><br />So, tonight I started a draft of that letter, but found I had too much frustration to craft a proper, diplomatic letter to these jackasses. So, I wrote up a fully sarcastic version of the letter just to get it out of my system. The language is a hard R, so anyone under the age of 17, PLEASE don't read past this point.<br /><br />For the rest of you, enjoy:<br /><br /><br /><br />Dear festering boils on the ass of society,<br /><br />Pursuant to my rights under federal debt collection laws, I am requesting that you cease and desist communication with me, as well as my family and friends, in relation to this and all other alleged debts you claim I owe. In particular, the debt of over $7,000 (American) on the 2000 Saturn SL2 that had been labeled as repossessed in October of 2002 by GMAC.<br /><br />On numerous occasions (at least 9 times between March 14 and April 17, 2009), I have been contacted by your company in an attempt to collect on this debt. The first time, I gotta admit, you kinda had me fooled. The way your Representative Attempting Monetary Return On Debt (hereafter referred to as RAMROD) tried to scare me with the threat of being taken to court and possibly have my wages garnished. Quite the little sphincter pucker I had that afternoon. However, there were some clues that your company was completely full of shit, such as:<br /><br />A. Verification that I was the Daniel Fritschie you were looking for, even though a simple Google search would prove that I was the one of only two Daniel Fritschie's in the world today. And, seeing as the left wing for the Minnesota Wild NHL hockey team doesn't live in Oklahoma, and even his name is spelled slightly different, it's a pretty safe bet.<br /><br />B. A lame attempt to verify my Social Security number. After an awkward silence by me, RAMROD switched gears and decided to verify my date of birth instead.<br /><br />C. RAMROD talked a good game about being able to have my wages garnished, yet gave no indication that your company even knows who I work for.<br /><br />D. I was repeated informed by RAMROD that the conversation was being recorded and that any information obtained from the recording would be used as evidence against me in court. There's not a judge in this country that would allow a deposition of a defendant over the phone without legal counsel. Wish for me to cite my source on that? Well, I first learned it from an episode of L.A. Law in 1986. And again, a simple Google search confirmed this statement.<br /><br />The second time I spoke to an actual RAMROD of your company (not the automated computer voices that start the calls), we spoke for a couple minutes, as a follow-up from the first call. I had mentioned that I had consulted an attorney, and I was asked to be put on hold. Three bars into "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)", I was hung up on.<br /><br />Six of the other instances that your company has called me has either gone straight to my voicemail, or RAMROD hangs up on me almost immediately. One of which was last night, which prompted me to call your company after hours and leave a voicemail message requesting that my number be removed from your calling lists. I say lists, because each time your company calls me, its from a different number, from one of two distinct area codes, making the process of blocking your number too unnerving to indulge in.<br /><br />During the course of the message, I may have mentioned that I now know that your entire operation is a scam. If this touched a nerve in your organization, I'm truly sorry (that I didn't accentuate that statement by saying "fucking scam"). Because this morning, I got a call back from another of your RAMRODs in response to the voicemail message I had left, wherein he went through basically the same speech I was given the first time you had called. Only this time, I pointed out the aforementioned flaws in your, as I now know, pre-written script that every one of your RAMRODs must be able to master or else they are fired, and I'm guessing they go right back to the streets to pull tricks for meth money.<br /><br />However, I was not able to finish my statements to your RAMROD before he told me I was being rude and hung up on me. I was wanting to announce that I was willing to write a check for the full amount of the debt right here and now, providing you could supply me with the following:<br /><br />1. A signed, witnessed and notarized letter from GMAC that this money will go to paying off this supposed debt, even though it has completely left my credit report altogether. How do I know this, because how else would I have qualified for a new car loan last fall?<br /><br />2. A copy of the complete court transcript of one (1) lawsuit that your company has filed, won and managed to garnish the wages of the defendant, as well as proof that the recorded telephone conversations were admitted into evidence.<br /><br />3. Written or verbal confirmation that you know my Social Security number AND middle name. You know, standard legal bullshit.<br /><br />4. I would like my Saturn SL2 back. The whole reason I got into this mess was because I exercised the option to turn the car in and avoid the balloon payment, and GMAC lost the damned paperwork. This is why the debt went unpaid in the first place, and I'm telling you the same thing I told GMAC before they gave up trying to collect the debt from me: I'm not paying for a car I'm not driving.<br /><br />However, seeing as the statute of limitations on that debt for the State of Oklahoma where I reside, as well as the State of Arkansas where the initial contract on that car was signed is five (5) years, and that expired in October, 2007, my offer to pay the money is pretty much moot, as is your claim to the debt. Ooooh... Sick burn!<br /><br />So, please stop calling me, quit sending me bills in the mail, forget you even fucking know my name, because you have absolutely no legal leg to stand on. Besides, even if you did, you would have served me with papers instead of calling me on my cell like a little bitch.<br /><br />You are hereby notified that if you do not comply with this request, I will immediately file a complaint with the Federal Trade Commission and the Oklahoma Attorney General’s office. Civil and criminal claims will be pursued. Also, I now know where your offices are, as well as how to make a molotov cocktail. Surprisingly enough, I managed to find out both of those bits of information with the same Google search. You guys should really try that out. Fucking amazing!<br /><br />In closing, may your spirits burn for eternity in the fiery sub-basement of the lower structure of whatever Hell considers to be it's own Hell. May the teeth of a thousand beasts repeatedly puncture the tenderest flesh of your bodies while everyone laughs at your genitals. Fuck you!<br /><br />Sincerely,<br />Daniel J. Fritschie<br /><br />P.S. ...And the horse you rode in on.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-87141345546927566512009-03-24T22:13:00.004-05:002009-03-24T23:05:19.565-05:00I'd be worried that my clients would read this, but odds are they're not tech-savvy enough for a Google searchToday was one of those days where I would have blown my brains out if I wasn't so certain that everyone around me would break out the Ouija Boards to bug the shit out of me in the afterlife.<br /><br />Most of my rage I attribute to quitting smoking again. Thirty-fifth time's a charm! It's not that I'm nic-fitting left and right, it's just that I find myself without my usual three-minute on-the-hour-every-hour break from the madness. Sure, I take my deep breaths and count to ten when things get a little too intense, but the fact remains that I'm still sitting at my desk, which means that I can't stop them from coming into my office.<br /><br />Why, you may ask, don't I just step away from my desk and go outside like I used to and simply not smoke? Because they now follow me out there if I do. It's no longer personal time, it's I just happen to be outside time.<br /><br />In the words of the immortal Lloyd Bridges, "Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking."<br /><br />Most of the problem stems from the office being short-staffed this week. One of my bosses is on vacation this week, and as much as I love proving to him when he comes back that we were able to handle everything while he was away, it's gonna be tough. Sure, we're getting shit done, but it's not gonna be up to the standards I know we're being held to in his absence. It also doesn't help that the clients we've been dealing with this week have been a wee bit prickly. It's almost as if they've become self-aware that the invisible sweater they've been knitting doesn't exist, and they're looking for something else to fixate their insanity on.<br /><br />Here they are, listed anonymously:<br /><br />Client A: Brought in his entire hard drive to transport his files. What's worse, is that he forgot the power cable to said hard drive, and we needed to unplug one of our computers to use the power cord, which could possibly not have been the same voltage. Even worse, he didn't have all the files we needed on that hard drive, and he was leaving for a cruise, so he couldn't get the other files for us, telling us, "You guys'll figure out something." This is like a cop asking for your ID, and you hand him your pants. Then, you piss all over the cop, claiming that they could test the DNA in the urine.<br /><br />Client B: Bugged us five times a day for proofs on a project, only to tell us when it was approved to print that she wouldn't have quantities for us for another six weeks. Then, she gave us a week to design and print two jobs that were due in a week. I wanted to beat her to death with a Franklin Planner.<br /><br />Client C: Wanted this woman's name listed in the project as <span style="font-style: italic;">Maddie</span>, then changed it to <span style="font-style: italic;">Madeline</span>, then changed it back to <span style="font-style: italic;">Maddie</span> and approved it. After it was printed, she requested that it needs to be <span style="font-style: italic;">Madeline</span> in all future projects.<br /><br />Client D: Five rounds of revisions to a simple business card layout. Same information every time, just obsessing over the spacing of the lines of text. To test a theory of mine, the last proof was exactly the same as the previous one. It was approved, and this client went right back to repeatedly washing her hands and muttering to herself.<br /><br />Client E: Disputed the capitalization of a word set in a font that doesn't contain lower-case letters. That's not a giant, Mr. Quixote, its a windmill.<br /><br />Client F: Shocked and appalled that I was out to lunch at 12:05, even though they didn't call ahead to let us know that they were stopping by. I'm shakin' the bushes, boss!<br /><br />Ugh... and this was only Tuesday.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-45164964940454910022009-03-14T14:05:00.002-05:002009-03-14T14:59:31.236-05:00Good luck getting a dime out of MEI had a nice little sphincter pucker on Wednesday. A call came through on my cell, from a number I did not recognize. A recorded voice spoke when I answered. "Please hold for an important call for (deeper, computerized voice) Daniel... Joseph... Free-chee... (back to recording) If you are... (deeper, computerized voice) Daniel... Joseph... Free-chee... (back to recording) please, press 1."<br /><br />I pressed one. A man came on the line, introducing himself as a representative of the Law Firm of Lots of Important Sounding Last Names. He wanted first to confirm that I was the Daniel Fritschie he was looking for. Odds were good seeing as there are only two other Daniel Fritschies on the planet. He wanted to confirm my social security number, but I waited to see if he would start reciting the numbers first. He didn't, instead choosing to confirm my birthdate. I was the Daniel Fritschie he was looking for.<br /><br />He started spouting out some legal crap about the Saturn SL2 I turned in five years ago, and he was trying to collect on the balloon payment that GMAC said that I owed them.<br /><br />A little backstory: In 2003, I was leasing this Saturn, and the balloon payment was fast approaching. I had three options:<br /><br />Pay the balloon payment and keep the car.<br />Trade the car in on a new lease.<br />Turn the car in and not owe the balloon payment.<br /><br />I tried with all my might to get the money for the balloon payment, or at the very least, refinance it. I took extra hours at work, worked part time at other jobs, but I was still coming up short. So, I decided at the last minute to exercise option #3. The deadline for turning in the car was on a Sunday, so I dealt with GMAC on Friday, who told me I could fax in the proper paperwork, which I did.<br /><br />I spent all day Saturday with a friend driving down to Little Rock to pick up the truck I was gonna borrow from my parents. On Sunday, we turned in the car to the Tulsa Saturn dealership. It was after hours at this point, so I left the vehicle there with a note explaining the situation and the confirmation number from GMAC.<br /><br />A couple weeks later, I got a letter from GMAC informing me that they marked the car off as a repossession, that I still owed the balloon payment, plus repair fees, minus what it will go for at auction. A few panicked phone calls later, GMAC effectively stonewalled me. They said I had no legal recourse, and I owed them the money.<br /><br />After about a year and a half, the phone calls and the letters stopped. It still sat there as a big melanoma on my credit report, but I stood firm in my refusal to pay for a car I was not driving. This past fall, the debt got written off of my credit report, and I finally qualified for a new car loan.<br /><br />About this time, I started getting some last chance letters trying to collect on that balloon payment. I ignored the letters altogether. In fact, any mail that isn't a utility bill or handwritten addressed direct to me, goes right in the recycle bin.<br /><br />Back to the phone call. The guy on the phone kept informing me that they are filing legal action and anything I said was being recorded and could be used as evidence against me in court. I answered his questions without admitting to any wrong doing. GMAC didn't hold up their end of the bargain, unless they could get me my old car back, then they weren't gonna see a dime from me.<br /><br />The man asked if i was gainfully employed. I told him that I was employed, but not gainfully. He threatened to garnish my wages, I told him he could try. You can't get blood from a turnip, I told him.<br /><br />The more he pressed, the more I had to restate that I'm not answering any more questions until I consulted an attorney. We ended our phone conversation. I started to panic a bit. Outside, on my third cigarette, I bitched about the phone call to a co-worker, and she said it sounded like a scam. I went back inside, Googled the phone number and company name, and the first thirty links were from fraud alert web sites. They <span style="font-style: italic;">were</span> trying to scam me.<br /><br />Turns out, when a bad debt gets written off, the information gets "lost", and these scammers "find" this information and attempt to collect on the debt on behalf of their "client". I also found out that no one in the legal profession can depose you over the phone, and no one announces over the phone that they are filing a lawsuit. If these guys had a leg to stand on, then I would be served with official papers.<br /><br />I got another letter from them today, and I'm gonna use it to file a complaint with every agency that covers this kind of thing. And if they call me again, I'm gonna refer them to my attorney, Drew Edmondson, Oklahoma Attorney General.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-8828357973188513082009-03-07T17:10:00.001-06:002009-03-07T17:14:09.105-06:00I watch the WatchmenIn my mind, there are four kinds of movies:<br /><br />1. The kind that I'll never, ever voluntarily watch as long as I live. These kinds of movies either aren't my cup of tea from the moment they're announced or marketed, or have one or more qualities that make me want to break out in hives. If Michael Bay ever cast Larry the Cable Guy and Keanu Reeves in a buddy movie, then I'd have the perfect example of what I'm talking about.<br /><br />2. The kind of film that is the baseline of mediocrity. The kind of movie that afterwards only conjures up memories of how well the theater was air conditioned... Movies that will probably only re-enter my consciousness if I get asked a trivia question about it. Good examples: Anything you'd find in the Romance section at Blockbuster.<br /><br />3. The kind of film that blows me away, makes sweet love to my eyeballs and disables my ability to speak for a couple of hours afterward. Recent example: The Dark Knight.<br /><br />4. The kind of movie whose quality falls about two-thirds of the way between #2 and #3. It was a good movie, but I can't shake the nagging sensation that the Director's Cut DVD is gonna absolutely rock! Good examples: Blade Runner and Lord of the Rings<br /><br />Watchmen is the epitome of category #4.<br /><br />I'm a late arrival to the world of Watchmen, but sooner than most people caught up in the hoopla. I finally bought and read the graphic novel last summer, after the movie was in production, but before every copy of the book was value priced at every store. I've reread it twice since then. So, yeah, my expectations were a bit high going into the theater.<br /><br />And, I understand what has to happen when you translate a story from one medium to another. A lot can get lost in the transfer, but if the essence of the overall story is maintained, then I consider it a success. In that respect, Watchmen, as a film is a success. It would've fallen squarely within Category 3 (maybe) if I hadn't read the source material first.<br /><br />Watchmen is different from any other superhero story in that it shows the cultural impact these characters had on the fabric of history. Superman didn't end any of our real wars. Spider-Man didn't shake hands with JFK. Batman didn't become a government spook performing shadow operations that allowed Nixon to remain in power for four terms.<br /><br />It's this take on alternate history that sets Watchmen apart, above and beyond. Many have tried (cough, X-Men, Heroes...) but they've gotten so bogged down in being relative to our current political and societal landscape that they've never really had the balls to just run with it. Watchmen may take place in 1985, but it isn't the 1985 that we remember.<br /><br />The movie does a pretty good job in setting up this alternate reality in the opening credits. Vignettes of events in the timeline spell out how history veered off it's familiar course. Some of them I had a problem with because they were dealt with so differently in the novel, like explaining why Dr. Manhattan didn't prevent the assassination of JFK.<br /><br />Or Silhouette's being a lesbian. It's handled just a briefly in the movie as it was in the novel, and while the changes in make her out and proud in the forties and fifties is admirable by today's standards (and the flood of angry conservative responses start right about...now), in the novel she's outed by Hollis Mason's book and her and her lover's murder was so much more tragic as a result, and it's reflective of the prejudices of that time. They may have changed history, but they didn't change history that much.<br /><br />Sorry, I would've put a spoiler alert on that last one, but it didn't have ANY bearing on the overall plot. Just a bone I had to pick.<br /><br />Dr. Manhattan was a character that I had a clear vision of in my head, and while my own vision was vastly different than what was in the film, I wasn't disappointed. It was like having someone drive you to a place you've been to before and take a route different than what you always have. Same destination, but this way works, too.<br /><br />Rorshach. Was. Spot. On. His view of justice, his twisted take on humanity, and his over-reactive nature was exactly as I hoped it would be. Every time he's on screen, the scenery is thoroughly chewed up and spat back in our faces. Definitely a contender for best movie badass of all time.<br /><br />I wish I could say the same for the Comedian. His character didn't have the descent into madness that I was expecting. In the novel, he was always kind of this prick who quickly discarded any shred of idealism he may have had. In the film, he's just, well, a prick.<br /><br />Many of the online Ebert wannabes I read prior to going into the movie criticized Ozymandias for being portrayed as too wooden of a character. I disagree, sorta. His character is equal parts smug egotist and misguided idealist. Throw in a butt load of cash and corporate clout... What, are you expecting that much depth here, people? He's a Bond villain with a sculpted latex suit.<br /><br />I read the same criticisms about Silk Spectre II as well, but I think they missed the point there as well. This character was superhero home schooled. She resents the life that she was forced into by her mother, but doesn't know how to relate to anything else. Her character in the novel and in the film has slightly more depth than a Yahoo Personals ad.<br /><br />Most of these things I bring up is merely nit-picking. This is the reason I refuse to read all of the Harry Potter books until I've seen all of the movies. I always prefer to go into the film with a blank slate instead of the equation mapped out before me. I did enjoy the film, but I know there's so much more to this that we'll only see in the wonderful world of after market DVD sales.<br /><br />However, I do have one strong complaint about the film: the soundtrack. The score was awesome, but the song choices bugged the living shit out of me. It was nice that they used Dylan's "The Time They Are A' Changing" for the opening scene, but pretty much everything else was distracting on a level here-to-fore unseen in cinematic history.<br /><br />The funeral scene set to Simon and Garfunkel's "Sounds of Silence", for example. Why the hell would they use a song that was so memorably used in a completely different context in the Graduate? Or, were they counting on the chance that most of Watchmen's viewers hadn't seen a movie made before 1998?<br /><br />And while I commend them for not using "All Along the Watchtower" during any of the Vietnam War scenes (so cliché at this point), it dumbfounds me that they heard this song in post-production and thought it conveyed the message of "We're approaching the bad guy's fortress". Was "Carry On My Wayward Son" too pricey?!?<br /><br />And I'm forever thankful that the cover of Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row" by My Chemical Romance was playing over the end credits instead of playing earlier in the film. That way I could promptly exit the theater to escape that pile of musical excrement without missing out on crucial plot points. Seriously, filmmakers... you're already gonna be selling merchandise at Hot Topic, why go that extra mile to cater to that demographic by having the suckiest emo band imaginable cover one of my favorite songs of all time?!?<br /><br />But I digress...<br /><br />Overall, the film works for me, and I'm sure my nitpicking will subside with time. I plan on seeing it again tomorrow with some like-minded friends (I saw it this time alone), so maybe my opinions will change sooner rather than later, but I'm pretty sure my thoughts on the soundtrack will not.<br /><br />My Chemical Romance... What the hell, man! Un-freaking-believable.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-19351683031435732922009-02-26T19:47:00.003-06:002009-02-26T20:16:05.109-06:00Long-overdue updateAs I've gotten busier with everything going on, with art shows, stand-up, freelance work, and the day job... It's been tough to muster up the energy to update the blog. So, with some prodding from a regular reader (cough, Scott), I'm updating you all on the goings-on.<br /><br />First of all, Personality of Cult: Episode Deux opened on January 30, and it was a greater success than last year's show. My Jaws piece took the second runner-up award, and I've been digging the prizes that came with it. A good time was had by all, even though the silent auction didn't come out as well as I had hoped. But hey, that's what comes with opening an art show during a recession and in the time of year when people are still paying off holiday debt.<br /><br />I'm planning the next four art shows over the course of the next year, which is gonna go a lot smoother now that I've had two PoC shows under my belt. Next up is the MixTape art show. It follows the same basic premise as PoC, only our focus is music instead of movies. Also, All pieces are gonna be the same size as a standard album cover (12" X 12")... Easier to set up, easier to sell. We're shooting for a July opening on that one.<br /><br />I'm also working on a solo show that will happen when it happens. I've been working on a new style of art, typographical caricatures, which I'm dubbing Typos. Here's a sample of one i did for PoC2, named Look Sir... Times New Roman!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7t8PrXSTLEkElo9slL3tBI8ASUcJqbpR-NmXcGw9x8j_kn1simFpQ0w_HTPR3-7cc-2MtuABTuXFWybuX09eeDyYEcpWlgrt09oznnRH-r2o3hED4Bflsasy1IKAMrKlqTPimA/s1600-h/Stormtrooper.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7t8PrXSTLEkElo9slL3tBI8ASUcJqbpR-NmXcGw9x8j_kn1simFpQ0w_HTPR3-7cc-2MtuABTuXFWybuX09eeDyYEcpWlgrt09oznnRH-r2o3hED4Bflsasy1IKAMrKlqTPimA/s320/Stormtrooper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307291468429997570" border="0" /></a>In December, we'll have Personality of Cult: Special Edition, which will feature the best pieces from PoC 1 & 2. This will lead up to PoC: 3-D, which will open at the end of January.<br /><br />So, lots to do...<br /><br />Stand-up is going well. Tomorrow morning, I get to do a live morning show segment on Fox 23 to promote the Nightingale show this Sunday. I've got some new material written, and I'll even be emceeing the show. Happy, happy, joy, joy!<br /><br />Tonight was Eloté for their first night opening for dinner. Eloté catered the PoC2 opening, and It is my new favorite restaurant. I swear, they spike their food with Ecstacy. After eating there, colors seem brighter, air seems fresher, and i have an uncontrollable urge to hug everyone I come across. I've been working my way through the lunch menu for the past couple months, and now there are some new dinner entrées to work through as well. Tonight, it was the Carne Guisada. If I could marry this meal, I would.<br /><br />I got to design Eloté's kids menu, which was a blast. I've always wanted to design a kids menu, with puzzles and everything. I got to hide my own name into the word search. Freelance gigs with Easter Eggs, gotta love it.<br /><br />Day job has been pretty frustrating this week. It's been one of those phases wherein every job that comes across my desk comes with at least five interruptions. It's been extra frustrating given that everyone I've come across this week suddenly forgot the difference from their ass and their elbow. Oh, well, all things must pass.<br /><br />I came to a decision the other night. I was looking around my house, and realized just how many things I own that I acquired from ex-girlfriends. Perhaps the time has come to get rid of these things and start from scratch. Sofa, coffee table, side tables. recliner, etc. all have a some funky juju with it. The bed should be on that list, but I may hold onto it as a matter of practicality. Who knows? Something to do in the next couple months.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-45139786226628610822009-01-18T18:27:00.004-06:002009-01-18T19:10:01.421-06:00Aftermath from a good night.There's a post-script to my last post, but first, a pre-script:<br /><br />A couple months ago, a mixed martial arts/extreme fighting studio moved in next door to the comedy club. More importantly, they moved in to the space that shares a wall with the comedy club's showroom. Even more importantly, there is practically no soundproofing in that wall.<br /><br />Now, on with the story:<br /><br />After my set, I was watching the rest of the show. During my friend's set, someone next door started using the speed bag next door. And it was pretty frickin' annoying. So, in the same fashion as shushing a loud talker in a movie theater, I went next door with the intent to politely ask them to keep it down.<br /><br />The conversation went like this...<br /><br />ME: Excuse me, is someone in the back using a speed bag or a punching bag in the back?<br /><br />THEM: Probably, why?<br /><br />ME: Well, they're in the middle of a show next door and the noise is kinda disrupting the show.<br /><br />THEM: (in a huff) Let me tell <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> something, we have to listen to <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> noise every night, and <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> don't-<br /><br />And that's when I walked out. I didn't go over there to get yelled it, nor am I the kind of guy wanting to walk into a martial arts studio to pick a fight.<br /><br />Notice I said "<span style="font-style: italic;">They</span>'re in the middle of a show..." and not <span style="font-style: italic;">we</span>. I was not presenting myself as a representative of the club's management. I went over there as an annoyed member of the audience, and I kept it perfectly diplomatic, kept a civil tone and never lost my cool.<br /><br />Anyway, the noise stopped. Not because I spoke up, but because they heard my friend make a comment on it from the stage about being heckled by a wall. The acting manager of the club had a word with me after I got back from next door, asking me to let them handle that stuff from now on. Which I got, but I figured they might respond better from hearing from a member of the audience rather than people they've been butting heads with since they moved in.<br /><br />So, lesson learned, or so I thought.<br /><br />By Saturday, I had heard through the grapevine that the comedy club owner had found out about what I did. Panic set in. How pissed was she about this? What was gonna happen to me? For the next four days, I calculated possible scenarios. No matter what, I figured I kissed my chances of ever emceeing at the club goodbye. Would I be temporarily barred from performing? Would I be permanently banned from performing or from the club altogether? I had no way of getting in touch with the owner, thus I had no way of knowing what my fate would be.<br /><br />Finally, Wednesday night came, and I was still anxious about my fate. First good sign was I got let in the door. Second good sign, I found out that what I did was just one of many things that went wrong on the one night they owner was out of town. By comparison, my indiscretion was small potatoes. The owner had a talk with me, and things were OK, provided that I never do anything like it again. Again, lesson learned.<br /><br />But I found out that who the owner heard from about me: the people next door. So, obviously the data was skewed in <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> favor from the start. But after talking to the club owner, I had a better understanding about the tensions between the comedy club and the extreme fighting dojo next door. I mean, after all, we're all training for the same purpose: to entertain people. <span style="font-style: italic;">We</span> tell jokes, <span style="font-style: italic;">they</span> beat each other into early onset Parkinson's Disease. Which seems oddly parallel, given some of the crowds I've performed for.<br /><br />But it was the <span style="font-style: italic;">other</span> things that went on that night that is bringing about some changes in conduct for open-mic-ers. We'll each have to sign a list of rules that, if broken, would carry consequences. Common sense stuff, mostly, but still... they wouldn't have to enact these rules if not for the people who didn't respect the rules, or the club itself for that matter.<br /><br />Time for some professionalism, and now I'm on track.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-22868062990315417392009-01-08T21:32:00.003-06:002009-01-08T22:02:53.799-06:00A good nightLast night, I had a great night at the comedy club. It could've gone downhill very easily, but my stuff killed.<br /><br />I drew the fifth spot out of seven for open mic night. I drew up my set list. I was gonna try some new stuff: Revised versions of the Chinese food and Hitler jokes that I posted on <a href="http://newjokedifferentday.blogspot.com/">New Joke Different Day</a>, a new bit about this poor kid from New Jersey that I read about whose name happens to be Adolf Hitler Campbell, and finished it all up with my "To Catch a Predator" bit... Always a good closer.<br /><br />But...<br /><br />The guy that went up second, it was his first time. I felt a sense of dread as he did over a minute about Chinese food. I was about to re-do my set list before a friend told me I shouldn't. He said, "Do your joke. Fuck him. They should hear at least one funny Chinese food joke tonight." So, I felt better.<br /><br />The woman who went up before me, went up and did five minutes about being the crazy cat lady. She went over by one minute, which happens from time to time, but when you get the 30 second warning light, it's a sign you should wrap things up. The flashing red "Get off the stage, now!" light, is NOT the time to say, "OK, one more before I get off." It's not any different if you're doing well and getting great laughs. "You get four minutes" means you get four fucking minutes, not five.<br /><br />The fact that she did five minutes about her cat, and boring the audience in the process, made me feel better about doing my Chinese food joke, because it also involved the killing and cooking of cats. These two comics I speak of, while their material was hardly what you'd call-what's the word I'm looking for-GOOD, I owe them for a tremendous setup.<br /><br />The <a href="http://newjokedifferentday.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-food.html">Chinese food joke</a>, one of my darkest, was a decent opener. The crowd could've easily turned on me, but i managed to pull it off in a manner that no one took it too seriously. It also helped that I acknowledged immediately afterward that it was a pretty sick joke. Then, I went into the <a href="http://newjokedifferentday.blogspot.com/2009/01/auchtung-baby.html">Hitler joke</a>, and I ad-libbed at the end of it, "What, did you think I was gonna get up here and do pro-Hitler material? I'm German, but I'm not <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> German!"<br /><br />That segued perfectly into a new bit about <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081217/ap_on_fe_st/odd_hitler_cake">this kid</a>, and it was a good middle-of-the-set joke. If you read the article, you can tell that most of the material writes itself. I gotta get it on video, it's pretty good. I got the 30-second light, and the "To Catch A Predator" joke fit perfectly, as it usually takes 20-25 seconds. Perfectly timed, and I was proud of how it all came together.<br /><br />I dig doing this stuff so much.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-45721505111587487102009-01-04T16:17:00.002-06:002009-01-04T16:19:46.520-06:00Do androids dream of fried chicken?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7pOoSe2K5DU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7pOoSe2K5DU&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />If you listen closely, when RoboCop picks up the fridge, I swear the music playing is the "western" theme from Back to the Future Part III... Which only makes this all the more insane.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-17551690947138521442009-01-03T09:44:00.002-06:002009-01-03T09:47:30.173-06:00New BlogI started a new blog to collect the jokes I'll be writing each day: <a href="http://newjokedifferentday.blogspot.com/">New Joke, Different Day</a>. I'll still post these jokes on this blog, but only when I'm particularly proud of them.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-17739573210704751402009-01-02T09:28:00.001-06:002009-01-02T09:29:58.627-06:00A Joke a Day - Day 2I have this one friend who, every time we'd eat Chinese food, would make the same tired joke about how you never see stray animals near the restaurant. Then he'd make meowing and barking sounds every time I'd take a bite. For years he would do this, until one day, when his mouth was full of Pad Thai, I said, "You know what else you don't see near Chinese restaurants? Missing child posters."Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-14854940563771184442009-01-02T09:26:00.001-06:002009-01-02T09:28:07.176-06:0020 ways to organize your James Bond DVD Collection<ol><li>Alphabetical.</li><li>Chronological.</li><li>Domestic box office gross (with or without adjustment for inflation).</li><li>Body count.</li><li>Estimated dollar amount of property damage throughout each film.</li><li>Order in which you first saw them.</li><li>Alphabetical by director's first name.</li><li>Cheesiness of villain's plan.</li><li>Numerology value of Bond girls' names.</li><li>Cost to license Bond's vehicle if he lived in New Mexico.</li><li>Total number of scenes in which any character is saying something smug.</li><li>Number of respectable films each Bond girl has made after appearing in a Bond film.</li><li>Plausibility of Q's gadgets (either by today's standards or the time the film was made).</li><li>Number of times the word "revenge" is uttered.</li><li>Suckiness of theme song.</li><li>Number of scenes in which you almost see a woman's nipple, divided by level of disappointment in the situation (graded on a scale from 1 to 10).</li><li>Applicability of film's name as the title of a porno (start with Octopussy and work your way down the list).</li><li>Order in which you can recite the titles without looking them up.</li><li>Number of times you've noticed each film has played on late night cable since you bought the DVD.</li><li>Random</li></ol>Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-50379182546164055052009-01-01T11:55:00.002-06:002009-01-01T12:11:36.569-06:00A Joke a DayNot necessarily a new year's resolution, but an experiment I wish to attempt, to see if I could do it. I'm gonna write one joke each day for a year. Now, I can't guarantee that they'll all be funny or even make sense, but at least I'm gonna try. If I miss a day on the blog, I'll post an extra one for each day I miss. And. Here. We... Go:<br /><br />1/1/09 - I believe new year's resolutions to be a little too cliché. I suggest using a different holiday for yourself to make resolutions, that way no one will ever see it coming. I, for one, will be using Arbor Day, which is fitting because I really want to stop compulsively lighting forest fires.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-27018602871650442282008-12-28T19:13:00.002-06:002008-12-28T19:44:16.747-06:00Christmas 2008Wednesday<br /><br />Got off work at noon. Plenty of time to pack and straighten up the apartment before getting out of Dodge. Stopped by Mary's to drop off a key so they could feed Chuckles while I was away.<br /><br />Went to my grandmother's house for the traditional Christmas Eve dinner and gift exchange. My uncle Daryl was absent, which kinda sucked because I had so many things to bug him about. The new car, the Obama sticker on the new car, the fact that I'm still smoking, etc. I was preparing myself for a verbal throwdown with him, but alas, no.<br /><br />I had a great time with the extended family. My second cousin Zachary relied on me to remove his gifts from the packaging. On a side note, thank you so much, shoplifters, for making manufacturers revamp their packaging to the point that a remote control car can't be freed without a blowtorch.<br /><br />After a few rounds of dominoes after presents, I continued the last leg of my journey to Little Rock and got to the folk's house around midnight.<br /><br />Thursday<br /><br />We got up- at the crack of 10:30, loaded up the car and headed to the step-grandparents' house for the second Christmas dinner of the season. It's been a while since I've gotten car-sick, and their steep-hillside house made the last leg of that trip all the more fun. Nice to get my bearings just to succumb to vertigo.<br /><br />We had a big dinner that couldn't be beat, and went in to open presents. For some reason, my brother and his family brought my presents only to tell me that they couldn't be opened until Saturday. I at least got my Monty Python desk calendar open before being informed of this.<br /><br />On the trip back, I had the foresight to take Dramamine before leaving, which assured the trip would last mere minutes for me because I passed out hard as soon as we got back to the Interstate.<br /><br />Back at the folks' house, I continued my own yearly tradition of watching the least Christmas-y movie on Christmas night. Last year, it was O Brother, Where Art Thou?, this year, it was Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.<br /><br />Friday<br /><br />Didn't do a damned thing. Just goofed around on the internet, watched DVDs and Hi-Def Cable.<br /><br />Saturday<br /><br />Stayed in my pajamas until the guests started to arrive. A quick shower and hung out with the family. We opened our presents, and the kids got quite a haul. I got some pretty awesome books, including the long-lusted-after I'm a Lebowski, You're a Lebowski, a great book all about the Big Lebowski and it's cult following.<br /><br />Dinner was great, and I filled myself stupid with one plate. In my own defense, I was snacking all day. And in lieu of antacid, I piled on some peach cobbler a la mode. Some much needed couch time soon followed.<br /><br />My folks got me this wooden puzzle that frustrated the hell out of me. That is, until i had to look up the solution on the internet. the crudely drawn instructions sent me into a near murderous rage. I got it solved eventually, but got frustrated yet again trying to get the puzzle back into it's original state. Screw you, puzzle man.<br /><br />Stayed up until about midnight playing online poker. Slept like a baby.<br /><br />Sunday<br /><br />Hung out with the family, and basked in their company until about 2:00, when I got back on the road. Should've timed it better, because the sun was in my eyes the whole way back. In retrospect, I should've moved East instead of West.<br /><br />Got home and Chuckles the cat was nowhere to be found, until I noticed the hall closet door was ajar. Chuck came out and I pet him for about a half hour straight. I missed the little guy.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-19979396061849128852008-12-23T21:57:00.002-06:002008-12-23T22:53:10.851-06:009 Ways to make the holidays a little more fun.1. In lieu of wrapped presents, just write everyone checks for random amounts. $12.63, $41.08, $3.79. Be sure to tell them, "Don't spend it all in one place."<br /><br />2. Just before dinner, swap out the cooked turkey with a raw one that's been carefully spray painted with light brown paint to give the illusion that it is thoroughly cooked. Store the real turkey under the bed in the spare bedroom. Let everyone ponder what the hell happened for as long as possible. My personal best is three hours, twelve minutes.<br /><br />3. For out-of-town friends and relatives, buy them gift cards from businesses that are not in their immediate area. I recommend EuroDisney.<br /><br />4. After your presents are wrapped, coat them with about five to eight layers of high gloss polyurethane. If they want that bread machine, they'll have to work for it.<br /><br />5. Before everyone else wakes up on Christmas morning, stuff all of the kid's presents into the chimney. If there's something that won't fit, take it apart and shove the pieces in haphazardly. Leave a note attached to the top gift: "Overpopulation. Tight schedule. Here ya' go, kids. Love, Santa."<br /><br />6. Call everyone by their middle names. If they complain, don't be afraid to resort to shouting.<br /><br />7. Cover your doorbell with pine tar, so everyone that rings it will get their finger stuck. Next year, cover the front door knocker as well. Year after that, the whole door. Year four: the front steps.<br /><br />8. Spike the egg nog with No-Doz.<br /><br />9. Stock up on greeting cards for other occasions and amend the messages with "Merry Christmas." The further removed from Christmas, the better. My favorites are "You're turning 40, Merry Christmas.", "Happy Arbor Day, Merry Christmas.", and "Sorry for your loss, Merry Christmas."Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-29120736670340080962008-12-13T10:54:00.005-06:002008-12-13T12:44:29.907-06:00A Frustrated Graphic Designer's Non-Illustrated Guide to Graphic Design, Part I: Stationery Design.Having been a graphic designer for the past 13 years or so (11, if you count since graduating college), there are certain types of projects that I've found can be either a walk in the park or a frustrating mess. So, I thought I'd give everyone some insight on my thought processes on some of my biggest pet peeves in my work. And, I'm gonna do this using only my words.<br /><br />Today's subject: Stationery design.<br /><br />Stationery is important to every business. It is what encapsulates their identity, their message and their attitude. However, designing this stuff can be a frustrating mess. Clients can be way too picky sometimes. They focus on all the wrong details, and they have a tendency to go overboard on certain things. About the best you can do is explain to them in the kindest terms possible why this stuff won't work and hope for the best. But, here's my best advice for handling a picky client: Always show them at least three ideas...<br /><br /><ol><li>Their idea. Listen to every little detail they say they want in their look and follow their instructions to the letter. Present their idea to them as exact to their specifications as possible, if anything to show them how much it doesn't work.</li><li>Their idea, reloaded. Use their instructions as a jumping off point and tweak things in a manner that will make it work as a functional piece. Take their turd of an idea and polish it up to a high gloss shine.</li><li>Go your own way. Take whatever specifications they have that's non-negotiable (i.e established logo design, ink colors, etc.) and start from scratch. Make the design fresh and new and most of all functional. You may come out with several cool ideas so present the best of the best of your ideas without sending the client into sensory overload.</li></ol><br />Now, if your client doesn't have any artwork that's set in stone, like a logo or ink colors, you have a little more freedom to tweak their way of thinking. In this instance you have an even grater opportunity to really wow them. But when it comes to the layout of the stationery, keep the following in mind.<br /><br />BUSINESS CARDS<br /><br />Business cards should be the first thing designed. The graphics of everything else should follow what is established on the business cards. Here are my guidelines for proper layout of business cards (exceptions may apply, check with your client for more information):<br /><br /><ol><li>Standard sizes are there for a reason. 3 1/2" X 2" is a good size to fit every bit of necessary information. Besides, most business card holders, Rolodexes and wallet card slots are already set up for this format. There's nothing wrong with making a card that's a 2" square, or 3 1/2" wide and shorter than 2", because they'll still fit in those holders. Going beyond the standard dimensions will generally frustrate someone you hand them out to because they can't store it with the others very easily, and you run the risk of the card falling out of their business card files and being lost forever.</li><li>Likewise, avoid fold-over cards. They may look cool, but any fold just doubles the thickness of the card and the client is hold fewer cards to hand out to their clients.</li><li>Keep the information to a bare minimum. Business cards shouldn't do the sales pitch for them. Basic contact information, logo and business tag line should be sufficient.</li><li>Leave plenty of room for all information. I recommend using a horizontal format rather than a vertical. Don't get your text so big that it can't handle a longer name, title, email address, etc. The card layout should be able to work for John Smith, CEO as well as Caroline Henderson-Longasshyphenatedname, Assistant to the Regional Vice President of Internet Sales - Northeast Division.</li><li>Try to keep it all on one side of the card. Not only will your printing costs be cut in half, leaving the back of the card blank will give them room to write down any additional information they'll need to give to a specific person, like an alternate number, personal email, hotel room number, etc.</li><li>Have a margin of at least 3/16". No important information should go beyond 3/16" from the edge of the card because when these cards get cut from the press sheet, the slightest error in cutting would make the whole design look lopsided.</li><li>Avoid large areas of solid color. A flood of one color may look kinda cool, but when you have large areas of color, the ink has a tendency to offset and scuff. This is particularly true of blue or red Pantone colors, which are notorious for never fully drying.</li><li>Try to avoid using foil stamping, die cutting or emboss/debossing. Foil stamping can flake, Die cutting can rip and embossing can flatten in a person's wallet, business card case, etc.</li></ol><br />LETTERHEADS<br /><br />Letterheads should follow the same graphic styles you set up for the business cards. Use the same logos, font styles and type formatting, but remember these things:<br /><br /><ol><li>Do not design or proof a letterhead design without a sample business letter in the layout. There's no point in presenting a letterhead design to a client without showing them how they'd have to reformat their style sheets in Microsoft Word to get the information to fit.</li><li>Avoid having a ghost screen in the background. No matter how light the tint in the background, 99% of laser printer toners won't stick to where printing ink has been laid down. Plus, copying and faxing with a ghost screen can prove problematic.</li><li>Avoid die cuts, foil stamping, thermography, and emboss/debossing. Die cuts and emboss/debossing increase the risk of jamming the client's printer. Foil stamping can flake off when coming into contact with the heat of a laserjet office printer and gunk up the rollers. Thermography, a process in which clear plastic powder is applied to the printing ink while it's still wet, then run through an oven to melt and combine creating a raised surface to the letters, can also melt again, smear and gunk up laserjet office printers as well.</li><li>Avoid having graphics bleed off the edge of the sheet. This usually causes the letterhead to be printed on oversized sheets and can be more costly to print. If you must, leave one edge of the artwork without any bleeds, and at least a 1/4" of blank space for the printer to grip from in the printing process.</li></ol><br />ENVELOPES<br /><br />Once you've got the business card and letterhead designed, the envelopes should take no longer than ten minutes to lay out.<br /><br /><ol><li>No envelope should be too intricate in it's design because nine times out of ten it'll be ripped open, it's contents removed and the envelope thrown away. The rest of the time, the envelope will be thrown away without being opened, particularly if it contains a bill or invoice.</li><li>It's always best to go to the main post office branch in your city and ask for a copy of the postal standards guidebook. They update it every year, so stay frosty. It also helps to establish a friendship with the local postal regulations officer. That way, you can email them a PDF of your artwork and they'll tell you if it passes regulations.</li></ol>OFFICE FORMS<br /><br />Miscellaneous office forms should only be designed after the letterhead, business cards and envelopes have been approved by the client. Simply use the same logos, type styles, and themes set up in everything else, and create the office forms to match, while at the same time, leave the backgrounds free of ghost screens to allow for clean faxing and copying.<br /><br />PAPER STOCK<br /><br />The choice of paper should be appropriate to the type of business you're designing for. Ideally, stationery should always be on an uncoated stock, and the finish (linen vs. smooth vs. textured) should be left up to the client's preference. My only advise in choosing the paper is not go for anything that's brand spanking new from the paper mills. Go with a paper stock that's been around for a while and is popular enough that the paper company still makes it. There's not much worse than printing one run of a client's stationery on this cool new paper, only to have that stock discontinued three months later.<br /><br />As for the weight of the paper, they should all be the same finish, with the business cards on cover weight and everything else on text weight. Also, be careful to choose a paper stock that has ready-made envelopes. It's rare, but it's happened to me before, and the cost of the envelopes skyrocketed because the stock the client loved and would not deviate from had to be custom-made.<br /><br />GRAPHICS STANDARDS<br /><br />Once everything has been approved by the client, it's always best to review the layouts and create a set of rules for future reference by you and for the client. That way, all future print jobs will remain consistent. If one of the client's employees tries to get his business cards set up in a different style and you do NOT have graphics standards in place, then there's nothing stopping other employees from trying to get their own layouts and God help you if the business really takes off. For example, I have one client whose business has over ten different formats of business cards, all because we never agreed on a standard layout.<br /><br /><br />Join me next time, when I'll be discussing Bridal Announcements: The Tenth Level of Graphic Design Hell.Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-37053101093496859602008-12-08T19:55:00.008-06:002008-12-08T20:43:06.253-06:00Good one, God!<span style="font-weight: bold;">The Context:</span><br /><br />Comedy Night at the Nightingale. My stand-up set, December 7, 2008. I was making a point about some of the stupid little phrases people say during political discussions. I go off on a little diatribe about invoking the opinions of the founding fathers, citing the massive generation gap as proof that the founding fathers simply wouldn't understand anything in today's culture, then launching that point towards people who invoke the name of Jesus Christ in political discourse.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Joke:</span><br /><br />I also find it funny when people bring Jesus into a political discussion, particularly if we're not talking about religion. Gee, I don't remember that part of the Bible that condemned the capital gains tax, but thanks for playing!<br /><br />It's a little arrogant to think that Jesus cares about our politics, don't you think? I don't mean any offense to Christians by that statement, I'm just saying that the last time Jesus got involved in government, it didn't work out too well for him.<br /><br />Jesus: "I'm King of the Jews!"<br /><br />Romans: "Oh, really?"<br /><br />[I quickly pound three imaginary nails into a cross, using the microphone as a hammer] BOOM, BOOM*, BOOM!<br /><br />Romans: "See you in three days, Your Highness."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Karmic Retribution:</span><br /><br />Despite the fact that I practiced the microphone part of the gag many times beforehand, on the second boom, as indicated in the joke by the *, I smacked the <span style="font-style: italic;">shit</span> out of my knuckle. The message here is pretty clear: God gave me, as we say in the stand-up business, feedback.<br /><br />In other words, I was heckled by God!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The After-Effects:</span><br /><br />See for yourself...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8QZFNB-4KOcd0DxjqrzeuT14I5LgYTmWh9OCEZG3vLnnjy6vLbUXfuG54ifYDecRTJ73emsaRvWpO4tMTtcbJyKhRlYlfzgih6ROL-0L3jhOSNLxUWoFZhFohMJ1Y3a6GCluCg/s1600-h/Hand+Large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8QZFNB-4KOcd0DxjqrzeuT14I5LgYTmWh9OCEZG3vLnnjy6vLbUXfuG54ifYDecRTJ73emsaRvWpO4tMTtcbJyKhRlYlfzgih6ROL-0L3jhOSNLxUWoFZhFohMJ1Y3a6GCluCg/s400/Hand+Large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277608592968893698" border="0" /></a>Now, it may not look that bad, but it still hurts like a bastard!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Further Proof:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH8gw5NhBum0PsWoVUXHZmNuFgrwD8w_YY7HjZFVDTaxwodRUOPve4wMXtckXlm24NeCia6Ncz58KEtw0jnO3BBfkbRnPbTjQMGypdcHPCfcTaMtGv6-UfDIESUp-xwhRtNEZsw/s1600-h/Hand+zoom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfH8gw5NhBum0PsWoVUXHZmNuFgrwD8w_YY7HjZFVDTaxwodRUOPve4wMXtckXlm24NeCia6Ncz58KEtw0jnO3BBfkbRnPbTjQMGypdcHPCfcTaMtGv6-UfDIESUp-xwhRtNEZsw/s400/Hand+zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277609576980649570" border="0" /></a>Science would explain this that it was the metal mesh on the business end of the microphone leaving this imprint on my knuckle, but it's still kinda creepy that it sorta makes a cross.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here's the Deal, Lord:</span><br /><br />If, in fact, you did smite me for joking about your son, I gotta admit, it was a good one. Granted, a bolt of lightning would've been a much better closer to my set, but you're the boss! However, you gotta concede that the joke got a good laugh from the crowd.<br /><br />So, here's the deal: Let me keep the joke in my act, and each time I do it on stage, I'll do...something. I'll donate to charity, I'll lay off the porn for a week, I'll do something of equal or greater value to the audience's reaction to atone for my sin. Have we got a deal?Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-84677706073863452612008-12-05T21:39:00.002-06:002008-12-05T22:00:06.842-06:00The past week and a halfThanksgiving was good. I got to hang out with the family, relax a bit and have a good time away from my usual life. I came back on Friday, and Chuckles was still alive and still had food in his bowl.<br /><br />This week was spent trying to readjust to being back at work after a long weekend. Not too much work, but enough for me to sigh heavily with each new job ticket.<br /><br />Wednesday night, I went up on open mic night and tried out some new material. Just my luck, I went up first again, and the new stuff got a few laughs, but probably would've done better with a slightly more inebriated audience. The feedback I got from the other comics was really helpful. They all agreed that they were those types of jokes, though good, would fit better in the middle of a long set, and wasn't strong enough to sustain a good opening or closing. Good to know for whenever I get a longer set. I'm performing this weekend, but I'm not so sure I'll try that new material again.<br /><br />Today, I went for my once-weekly chicken pad thai fix. I went to Pei Wei, placed my order to go (because then I get my complimentary soft drink while I wait). In line behind me were a group of spoiled rich kids on lunch break from Holland Hall, and they were being all obnoxious, like they deserved to be at the front of the line.<br /><br />Anyway, the lady finally asked me for my order, and walked away half-way through me telling her what I wanted. Turned out, she was trying to ring me up on a register without a till. Still, a "Hang on a second, sir." would've been nice, but anyway...<br /><br />So, I waited for my food, and when my little restaurant pager went off, I got my food and quickly saw that they had given me chicken lo mein. I informed them of the mistake, and they said that they'd let me have the lo mein for free, and that another order of pad thai was already being prepared for another customer, so they'd fix another one for him.<br /><br />When the correct order was being handed to me, one of the smug little shits who was in line behind me earlier came up to complain that his order for chicken pad thai was taking too long. I just smiled at the little fucker and walked away. Double karma: Free food for the rude treatment, and denying some rich kid of his convenience. Life is great!Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14998024.post-40435759761412259042008-11-25T21:36:00.002-06:002008-11-25T21:41:16.715-06:00Sneak Peek at Personality of Cult: Episode Deux<span style="font-style: italic;">Personality of Cult: Episode Deux </span>is not opening until January 30, but I thought I'd give a sneak peek of one of our pieces.<br /><br />The participating artists will be presenting 5" X 5" works based on their favorite (or not so favorite, in this particular case) characters from the Star Wars films. So, I present to you, one of my pieces, <span style="font-style: italic;">Gungun for Sushi</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_1APBqia6mUQtGE_Z0kseGBEJeeUcvMSh3kqsAJodoDrUAIZVkG4bKFK1Buzf8f5D5IUP_KiErkp5EdoZupgBwuiF0HQtwSZEvNR0CjhCVnOlTURqa1pp-KCHyhGDiobc8Ifcw/s1600-h/JarJar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_1APBqia6mUQtGE_Z0kseGBEJeeUcvMSh3kqsAJodoDrUAIZVkG4bKFK1Buzf8f5D5IUP_KiErkp5EdoZupgBwuiF0HQtwSZEvNR0CjhCVnOlTURqa1pp-KCHyhGDiobc8Ifcw/s400/JarJar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272806096758854994" border="0" /></a>Fritschiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04172989177047872877noreply@blogger.com0