brief nerdery

Real quick-gotta get this off my chest.

Spider-Man 4 is an inevitability. Sam Raimi's on board, Tobey too...all well and good. These folks would have to try to fail to make a worse Spidey movie than the third embarrassing installment was. Well, it seems they are headed in that direction. The problem is having a proper villain that is well known outside of hardcore Spider-Man readers. Raimi wants The Vulture. The studio wants a villain that more people know, also they'd prefer one that isn't an old man, I assume. Never mind that they've been setting up the Lizard for two movies now. That apparently is off the table, for now. Vulture would be fine for me, he's not the most dynamic antagonist possible but after the Green Goblin, the other Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, and Venom, it's a lot harder to come up with a suitable supervillain every one can be happy with. My vote is for Mysterio. He's cool looking, and his array of tricks (they're not really powers, per se) could make for some wicked CGI, not to mention any number of scenarios that would Peter Parker believe he's out of his mind. ANYWAY, this rant is all over the place. Back to the Vulture. They put him in the movie, fine. But they want to introduce Felicia Hardy, who in the comics we find out is a cat burglar at night called Black Cat. The rumor now is that Felicia Hardy would, in the movie, become...The Vulturess. 

Anytime you take a well-established character from the comics and change them dramatically it spells disaster. Like Deadpool in the last half of Wolverine. Or any number of bullshit scenarios from X3. And they not only want to change the character, but also make her a copy (albeit a younger, better-demographic-skewing) of another character already in the movie. I love Spider-Man. I want to love his movies. Appeal to the nerds!  

(a little) blue, red and (a lot of) grey

It's that magical time of year again. I'm of course referring to the time of year when it's just so cold i want to vomit-pop. My first winter in Chicago. Not sure if I want to see another, and it has only just begun. I knew it'd be rough, but it's mid december and it's already been seven degrees fahrenheit, negative fifteen with windchill. The sun sets around four-thirty. Must be wary of vitamin D deficiency. Anyway, it's cold and dark a lot. Never knew 20F could feel balmy.

I'm having a pretty good time, weather notwithstanding. Improv Level One has been a blast, the last class is two days from now. Level two starts at the beginning of the year. My new instructor will be Susan Messing. She's held in pretty high esteem in the Chicago improv scene. She helped found the Annoyance Theater, and she created the curriculum for iO's Level Two class. I think I've made wise teacher-decisions thus far, my current teacher Seth is hilarious, good at what he does, and debuted the brand new level one curriculum for my class this session. An ideal start for me at the school, JiBlets.


Went to a white elephant party last night, filled largely with people I've never met. Felt a little weird participating in the exchange, but it was all good fun. Someone's contribution to the elephant was a Crave Case-24 White Castle sliders. Needless to say, when it was my turn I grabbed 'em. My burger victory was short-lived, as it was taken from me a few turns later. Not before I ate one, I'm happy to report. The rest of the party was fun, good food, and some friendly folks. The vodka I ended up with was put to good use, although vodka is a cruel mistress. I haven't had any in a long while (JiBlets know, I'm a whiskey man) and it's important to remember when to stop. But vodka's cumulative effect doesn't really seem to hit you until it's bedtime. It's four thirty now, or dusk, in Chicago terms, and I'm still a bit bleary-eyed.


Hair still falling out. Maybe it's what I eat. A steady diet of hot Ding Dongs, cashews and Mr Pibb seems like it should be fine.

Omnium Gatherum

Greetings, JiBlets!

Hope everyone's holiday was filled with food and excitement. Mine was damn good, one of the best I can remember. I met a bunch of Keaton's family on her mom's side, and dammit if they aren't a bunch of sweethearts. Nice to see a big family get along so well. I felt very welcomed, and had fun drinking Lagavulin and getting shame put in my game. My billiards game, to be exact. Played on a beautiful nine footer, custom made, beautiful wood. Stepdaddy schooled me this time, but I will be back for revenge. Mark my words.

Other than that, I spent a good deal of time in BG, which I enjoy pretty much all the time. Meaning, I enjoy every visit and I'm constantly there.  If you had a hot little number waiting four hours away, I'm sure you'd travel a lot too. I plan on being in BG for quite a chunk 'round X-mas time, for the day itself, Keaton's b-day, Festivus (for the restofus), podcast with Kari, and possibly the Pisanello's party. Only thing I'm not sure about is New Year's. Sticking around for that would put me in BG for near two weeks, and I'm not sure what to do. Persuade me, people from Chicago or BG.

Want a job with the census bureau. Anything would beat my current job, and the start pay is over eighteen dollars per hour. Gimme somma that gravy, guv'nor. Thanks to Josh Haughwaughauaguahuout for the suggestion. 

Here's a joke:  
What's E.T. short for?

He's got little legs.

ba-DUMP.

winner

Congratulations to one Ms. Lindsay Akens of Columbia, MO. Her suggestion of JiBlets wins the "Name Honest J.B.'s Old Fashioned Weblog's Followers" contest. Stay tuned for more fun, JiBlets.

annoying folks for dollars

Well. J.B.'s got a job. That job is to pester the nice people into giving donations. Specifically, for Planned Parenthood. That's the issue Grassroots Campaigns are tackling at the moment. What a nice, non-divisive issue to "get my dick wet"(Grassroots' words, not mine) with. I could have had ASPCA, but no, they thought I'd be better suited to talk people into forking over cash to support fetus-killing. Thanks, guys. That's what my mother always said about me, too.

Jokeys aside, I am fucking pumped to have a job. i'm pumped to commute for some unknown, no doubt retarded reason. Being a member of society excites me. This will last for three days, I'm guessing.  Time will tell whether or not I'm suited to this job and if it's suited to me. I'm still looking for something else, but goddamn it is nice to relax a bit on the job front.



I was just re-reading what I've written so far, and it's gangbusters as usual, but I remembered that Laurel Rakas reads/has read my blog. Which I'm very happy with, I really like Kari's mom, but does she need to read about a wet dick? My guess is no. But that shit makes me laugh, so I'm keeping it in. Apologies now and in the future for any crass shit that adults I like and respect read. It's all for yuks, folks.


Improv program is going well. I'm a bit nervous onstage (it probably shows) but I'm getting more comfortable by the day. I get laughs in class and it's like a crack sandwich being fed to my pleasure center on a velvet pillow made of dreams. I suck in class and I get warm and sweaty and uncomfortable. Ah, fears and anxiety, is there anything you can't drive me to do? Driving towards success is the best place you've ever taken me, fears and anxiety. I'd offer to split gas and tolls with you but this metaphor is strained as it is. Maybe some of you J.B.eaners who have theater experience help me out with a few tips for stage poise. If not, go fuck yourself.


A note about J.B.eaners. I'm trying it out. I'm looking for a word that describes a reader of this specific blog. Help me out with your suggestions.


Check it out, I live and work in Chicago.

rantzzz

I like Target, it's decently cheap, the clothes aren't awful, and sometimes the shirts have my comic book pals on them. You can get headphones, shampoo, an Icee, and a toilet seat cover in the same place. Great. The commercials for Target, however, make me want to trade places with Helen Keller for a while. Frugalista is made up bullshit and the ads are cloying. 

My phone charger was left in Ohio. I'd blame myself, but why take responsibility for stuff now? Instead I'll just bitch about it. DAAAAAMMMIT. I like being moderately incommunicado, but at my choosing, not because I'm a negligent douche.

I'm losing my hair. It's falling the fuck out. I'm doing something about it, but nothing has happened yet, and I'm impatient. I thought my lustrous mane would last forever. Come on, I can't grow a beard, let me have some hair besides the increasing amount on my back. 

Stan Van Gundy is an ugly, loud fuckeroo. But a good coach, I'll admit. Nice to see the Cavs win against the team that sank their playoff hopes last year. I'll watch LeBron anywhere, but it would be nice for Cleveland to win a title and keep him. Seems like that will be the only thing to keep him around, but we'll see. Like I know what I'm talking about.


How come I can't get no Tang 'round here? 

That's it. That's all I'm peeved about for now, I think. No job yet, but that's such old hat I'm inured to it.

Love you.


 

a bigger gap than expected

I guess it's easy not to blog if keep putting it off. "I'll do it a little later, I'll do it a little later". Rest assured, however, that Mr. T hasn't left yet.

Been having some good times, and some less-good times. This weekend was great: Neko Case show was wonderful, and Keaton certainly would agree with that. She got to meet her favorite artist, have a poster that she herself created for the show signed by Case and members of the band, see a bunch of fine people and generally freak the fuck out all weekend. I love you cutie, and it made me very happy to see your unbridled joy. 

Other good stuff of note: I've begun classes at the iO theater in Wrigleyville. They are fun as hell, if a bit daunting. I have no real experience onstage, and many of my classmates do. It hasn't mattered much in terms of laugh getting, but some of the other kids are little better about stage poise. Nervously wetting yourself is frowned upon, I guess.

It's hard to describe the class kind of, we do goofy stuff. Listening exercises, team-building, and just diving in and giving short scenes with a theme a go. That's the best way to learn this craft, just do it. Just do it, and watch other people just do it as much as possible. Just watch unwashed bodies perform, working as one, achieving the same goal of inspiring pleasure, writhing, screaming...I've completely forgotten what I was talking about.

Some of the less-good involves me and my employment status. Which is to say I'm unemployed. I did chew gum for forty minutes and got paid. Hey, great. If it were a forty hour a week job i'd be rich as Croesus, but alas it is not the case.


It's good, occasionally a lot of fun, but mostly just good that I'm here in Chicago, doing this stuff that I do. I'm happy to live outside of Bowling Green, test my mettle, follow my dreams, et cetera. It's no surprise to anyone that it's also tough. Tough and lonely a lot of the time. At times it seems completely fucked that I would willingly spend time away from the girl who has my heart (carries it in her heart). Each time I have to leave her my insides suffer a brutal haymaker. Yes, absence does makes the heart go something something. But repeated absence? The goal of life should be to find love, and to love yourself. I worry I'm putting those things in jeopardy sometimes. Then I remember that I never want to let go, and I believe that she doesn't either. In the meantime, that is, until two become one on a more permanent basis, it's rough on ol' Jables.


I'll do this again soon. I didn't cover a lot of stuff I could have. But I am very done for now.

more of the same

Despite continued rejection on the job front, I feel pretty good. A little worried about bills, sure, but not bad considering a lack of income. Writing's been going well. I had my iO orientation last night, it made me realize that shit's getting real. I can't wait to start, it's gonna be fun. iO producer and co-founder Charna Halpern addressed all the new students, and the whole thing was very encouraging, a good speech, if well-rehearsed. She was funny, gave us some history, and dropped science about the do's and don'ts. 

After the address there was a show, The Armando Diaz Experience. Improvised monologues, then improvised scenes based on the monologue. I recognized after a bit that one of the performers, one of the funniest, was/is in those Sonic commercials. The ones with two dudes in a car, talking about their recently recieved Sonic meals? Yep. He was way funnier than those commercials belie. Did I get is autograph? No, no I did not.

After the show I had another experience. An experience of a different kind, a far more horrible experience. On the Red Line I sat down behind a homeless dude. Nothing new. It was immediately apparent that he was your typical crazy homeless dude. Chattering nonsense non-stop, snapping his fingers, at times screaming and howling, chomping from a bag of nuts, and generally smelling like pee. He stood up and made this sound like sort of a motorboat, lips vibrating, expelling air and noise. He kept it up after sitting down, in between chewing his nut snack. He turned to me, I was looking out the window. He made the sound, and chunks of nut spewed forth, landing on my coat. Gross. I shook 'em off and moved on with my life. 

Standup times coming soon. Gotta do it.

This blog brought to you by Jay-Z's Blueprint 3.  And nut chunks, I guess.

Number Ten

Here I am, midweek. No job, and no interviews lined up. It's a grind, it's a grind grind it's a grind. 

I did sign up for funny school, at the iO theater in Wrigleyville. It is right next door to Wrigley Field. I saw some improv there about a month ago, some of it was really, really good. Ginger Snaps, a two-person team composed of a a redheaded, freckled chubby guy and a redheaded, freckled skinny girl were a standout. I begin the Improv program in two weeks, and the Writing program in about a month. This is what I'm here for, and although it would be lovely to have some income coming in at the moment, it's nice to get started with this bizness.

Speaking of funny, I saw Patton Oswalt perform last Friday. The opening comedian was really good, but Oswalt killed. He's even shorter than you'd think, but certainly not short on talent. (!) Highlights include the line, "I want all the ham", a bit about watching Transformers 2 and peeing in a bottle, and of course, the now-famous "Uncle Touchy's Naked Puzzle Basement". 

I also saw David Cross's show this weekend, on Sunday. This was preceded by a book signing at Borders on Saturday wherein I got my copy of I Drink For A Reason signed ("J.B.-I love you a lot?") and got a picture snapped with the man, and Keaton:

The man does not look happy. I blame Keaton. And a long line of prattling strangers, and the umpteenth picture of the day. But mostly Keaton.

But the show on Sunday was staggering. Oswalt killed, but not like David Cross. Describing a comedy show is a pointless exercise, I can't remember all the jokes and even if i could, it wouldn't be that funny. But I'm here to tell you that it was great. Ninety plus minutes, all new material, he opened with a preteen in a bald cap who was announced as David Cross, the kid told off-color jokes for a few minutes. Other highlights included a musical number, an interaction with a deaf ASL interpreter, an interaction with someone liveblogging the performance, countless religious/political/racial insensitivities, and the encore was five minutes of a new show David Cross wrote and starred in overseas, for Channel 4 and probably won't air here. It was called The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret. It has a lot of promise and I look forward to catching it on DVD down the road, or maybe Adult Swim. Will Arnett and Spike Jonze co-star. Yep, I laughed my ass off the whole night. I was in the second row, and got a crappy picture of the man on stage:

 

Dynamic!

Also, Zombieland was good twice. See it. 

Visit me. Send money. 

good news all around

Thank you so much to Kari for making my new masthead, here.  You are a blog genius. It is perfect.

Also, thanks to my nerd diligence, I managed to get two tickets to Zombieland for tomorrow night, downtown at a nice theater. Free!  I think it's free. Either way, I get to see it a day early.

Patton Oswalt and David Cross will both be in Chicago tellin' funnies this weekend. I will see both.

Cheers for entertainment!

Jeers to unemployment, ennui and this rusty tailgate.

Goin' Mobile

Currently I am on the Megabus headed back to Chicago. I spent the last couple of days in BG, and I didn't let a lot of people know. Apologies, I wanted to stay on the downlow, and mostly just hang out with the little lady. I'll be back soon enough. 

I am writing now for two reasons. One is that typing stuff allays boredom temporarily. The other is that I wanted the blog to have an entry written while in motion. Technology is fun. So are italics. 


Two hours till Chicago. Nice.

Weird, I always manage to look out the window to see the exact same Steak 'N' Shake in Indiana.



Lessee, what to talk about. Oh, I went to Tasty Thai this weekend. I was enjoying my meal when this corpulent lady and her companion walked in. She wore an expression on her face like she just detected a fart. She wondered aloud where she was, and what the hell was going on. It's a restaurant, I thought. There's no way you're not familiar. It was apparent she had never heard of Thai food, or at least she thought the idea of eating Thai food was akin to eating babies. Now, I realize that many people, especially those residing in NW Ohio aren't exactly exposed to wide-ranging epicurean delights, and I'm being fairly elitist, but it has to be insulting to work (wok?) somewhere and have your national cuisine be questioned by hillbillies. She stared at the menu and the accompanying tantalizing pictures for a full five minutes before deciding it wasn't for her. She exited while telling her companion that she'd "never had no...Thai food before", emphasizing the Thai, as it was the first or second time she'd ever said the word aloud.


I just re-read that last paragraph. I'm an asshole. 


Shit, the Megabus Wi-fi has cut out. Can't post this yet. Also can't sneakily view pornography. 


Zombieland opens Friday. I am excited. This movie has a lot of promise, in my eyes. Woody Harrelson in an action comedy. An action comedy involving dispatching zombies in creative and hilarious ways. Fuck yeah. I feel like I'm being rewarded for being a good little consumer. It's like when they released chocolate-covered Paydays, or when a new Who DVD comes out. Unnecessary, but ruling.


One hour, fifteen minutes to go.

comics and chicken

Today I had Popeye's. Two piece, red beans and rice, biscuit, and strawberry soda. Then I bought comics. A little splurge because I have a job interview tomorrow, and I like to reward myself before I actually accomplish anything. It was a nice day, although five hours and miles of walking after the chicken I still feel a bit greasy. A little comic-book readin'll put out that fire.

I'm applying for a bank teller job. That should be fun, and not repetitive at all. Hey, it's money, and I'll be surrounded by it. I get a 50% discount on all the money I want! It's a savings in the long run, I'm told.

Writing some jokes, a few hilarious exploits that I didn't live or experience first-hand will duly be incorporated into the material. I'm stealing your lives!

Man, this town will re-fatten me. I'm surrounded by delicious. Within two blocks there is a taqueria, a Vietnamese restaurant, two pizza places that sell their greasy slices so cheap (just like your mom), and a hot doggery selling a delicious chicago dog and fries for two dollars. Two! Two, I say.

Watched The Informant! Last night. Enjoyable. The film's pacing and style are what makes it, these two elements were Matt Damon's best co-star in a film full of actors I respect. Notably:

Scott Bakula as an FBI agent. I love Scott Bakula, and always will, because of Quantum Leap. That show entertained me and dammit, meant something to me when I was young. I had the soundtrack, novel series, the show's companion book, and I even studied quantum physics and String Theory at MIT and Caltech,  just so I could later go on to invent time travel as an homage to the show. Bakula brought it big time to the movie.

Clancy Brown. Motherfucker owns scenes like you or I own an iPod. He was really only in two scenes, but they were his. 

There were a whole host of comedians playing straight roles, that is to say they weren't comic relief really. Patton Oswalt, Joel McHale, Paul F Tompkins just to name a few. They were really pretty great, they served their roles well. I'm not sure why they were thought of when it came time to cast these roles, but Soderbergh knows what he's doing. Especially when he's making Ocean's Eleven three times.

And Matt Damon gave a really great performance. I gotta say, I like the man. His role wasn't flashy in the slightest, just a middle-aged schlub guy, the Paul Giamatti-type role, and I say that Matt Damon nailed it. A subtle performance in a subtle movie.

Blah blah blah. Give me some more chicken.

this means i have time on my hands

Another day goes, my employment status stays. I can't believe how many goddamned resumes i've sent out to no avail. Haven't been in Chicago long, I guess I shouldn't bitch. But I'm bored, and I want to.

Counting resumes sent out, applications filled in, stores walked into cold, asking if they need any help, I believe I've applied to over 7,000 jobs. Some of the jobs I've applied for would be a wonderful place to work, like The Field Museum or Whole Foods, or a comic book store, or pimp. Some aren't as great, like Sandwich Artist at a Subway, or dishwasher a a high traffic BBQ joint. A bit frustrating, but I've got money for rent (for now) with a bit left over for cheap entertainment.

Speaking of which, The Office is back tonight. Those Scranton bastards, they all have jobs. I could be Bob Vance, of Vance Refrigeration. I'd settle for Pam's old job, and believe me, I'm trying to get it.

I get to see Keaton tomorrow, which is exciting and lovely always. Merk will be in BG, so he doesn't have to put up with our disgusting bliss. Hurry up there, lady.

The laundromat is just down the street, and I went there today! Isn't this exciting? My blog gets the adrenaline pumping. I did three loads and three crossword puzzles! Holy fuck, my heart is racing just remembering it.

a fine evening, just fine

Last night's Mad Men was pretty good. Kinda below par for the show, but Betty's labor scenes and Pete's trials while trying to cash in on the "Negro demographic" were both compelling. The episode just wasn't as good as say, the one where Don Draper won over the new clients with an impassioned speech, then cheated on his wife. Remember? The one where he smoked cigarettes?

Anyway, an enjoyable episode. After which Merkel and I went out to the porch to smoke our own cigarettes (which I can't do as well as Don). Shortly after we sat down, the neighbor who lives directly above us began yelling. That's nothing new for him, but tonight it wasn't about getting into fights or drunken "singing". He began shouting about wanting to go to "The Swedish hospital". This was amusing, sounded like beer-soaked gibberish. Chuckles were exchanged. Then he started yelling about killing himself. Not as funny. By this point he's at the top of his lungs, and is running around, apparently throwing anvils at bears, that's how fucking noisy it was. The noise from our ceiling sounded like football practice. This man is batshit. Starting to think he may follow through. I'm frozen for a moment, then I remember the last thing I want to witness right now is a body screaming vertically past my patio to get to the sidewalk. Time to go inside, perhaps. We hear him scream, which gets louder as his pounding footsteps run from one end of the apartment to right the fuck above our fucking heads shit he's on the porch he's fucking going to fucking jump-

He didn't do it. He kept up the racket for awhile, 911 was called, and the fire department showed up promptly. About fifteen firemen came inside to subdue the crazeball. Crazeball was led out strapped to a gurney, which he apparently did not care for. The "Swedish Hospital" in question turned out to be an actual place, the Swedish Covenant Hospital. This whole episode may have been old hat for the guy, but I can't say the same for me. I was sure he was going to jump. I was sure of it.

 But yeah, Mad Men was pretty good.

more-

Did not get the job. Fuck. See you in a bit, BG.

what to do next

Man, it is fucking beautiful in Chicago today. 75 degrees and clear. I'm on my porch, trying not to check my email every minute. I'm waiting to hear about a job, at a place called Pronto 'Za. Sounds a lot like protozoa. If I were a smarter individual, I'd compare my nascent Chicago time to being a one-celled creature in an elegant way. But I'm not.

Hold on, I'm going to check my email now. Nothin' yet.

I hope I get this job. If I don't, I'm probably rocking the Black Swamp Festival this weekend. It sounds like a bunch o' fun. I want to see Keaton. I want to see Brian and Caleb. I want to see Frank and Jesse. I want to go to the electronic show, and I want to go to Kari's housewarming. Here's the thing, I was just in BG last weekend. I've moved to Chicago sixteen days ago. I feel guilty for coming back so often, like I'm cheating myself. This is hard to 'splain, Lucy. I have good reasons to come back, and I should probably just shut up. Part of me feels like I should just stay regardless of employment status, in order to get used to my new city faster. I plan on being home a lot anyway, my old lady lives there. I guess I should just not worry about it. Word.

Last night I checked out an comedy open mic night. Wanted to see what exactly it'll be like to give it a shot. Painful, as expected. A couple of them were really not bad, to me it seems they just need some time. But. A lot of them were really not good. There was one performer in ill-fitting pants that told two "jokes" and apologized, fleeing the stage trailing flopsweat. One dude was visibly reading from a piece of paper, and still got lost. My heart bled for him. Then I stood up and yelled, "Sic semper tyrannis!" and stabbed the poor clod. The crowd bathed me in their applause. I sat down, the next guy went on, and I realized I probably can't just stab all of these folks. So I just sat and did my time, building up karma for when it's my turn. Which will be soon, the second I have two and a half decent minutes of material. These fledgling comedians gave me hope, and a bit of confidence. Not that I'm going to be worlds better, but my material doesn't have to blow minds, at least not at first.

Still no email.

The dude that rang me up at the CVS last night was from Toledo. Crazy. I told Merkel about it and he related a story from when he was in San Francisco and some clerk told him he used to pull tractors there, back in the day. My tiny brain can't handle this tiny world!

Okay, bye. Send me your joke ideas. I'll rip them off and give you no credit. Also, come visit. The bus of Mega is cheap.

Okay, fine.

Hey, kids! Blog!

I figured that now that I'm in a new town, and I have something called ambition finally, it might be an okay time to share the bullshit that pops into my head with all you motherfuckers. That said, I have no idea whether or not this will be any good. But let's start.



I'm hungry.



That was pretty good. Look for more interesting things like that on a near-constant basis.

I guess I can recap some recent stuff: I moved to Chicago two weeks ago. I've applied for forty jobs. I finally have an interview in an hour an a half. What kind of job does this interview portend? It's a pizza place. Yep, moving up in the world.

Labor Day weekend I was back to NW Ohio. Yes, already. Nick Andersen married Anne Steiner in Bluffton, and I was proud to attend. Lovely ceremony, Nick's dad performed the ceremony, and his mom sang, which always rules. Got to hang out with some lil bastards i haven't seen in awhile.

It was odd to be back so quickly, I feel vacation-y. Odd but great. Went to a high school football game, witnessed a blowout, and played with a seriously spastic young lad. Also: wedding happened. Got drunk. Ate barbecue with my parents. Ate barbecue with Keaton's parents. Made fun of Keaton's cat. Other stuff happened, too.

Now I'm in Chicago again, in my badass apartment. Pictures of said badassery to follow. Why did I move here, you ask? If you've spoken to me in the last year you probably know. I'm here to be funny. Not just look funny, but BE funny. Writing jokes and watching improv, with improv/writing classes to come soon.

That's enough outta me. I need help with layout, and if you have a blog you want me to link to, and you're my friend, let me know. Send $3.00 to:

James B Hanna
3605 W. School, Apt. 1
Chicago, IL 60618

This is fun. Spleen you soon.