Happy December!

Hello my friends!

How are you? Whats new? Feel free to write an email to Bradmacdoogs@yahoo.com to say hello, or leave a comment below!

Ok, so we go!

I am working 4 days a week at the Drake Hotel. Its super close and a great place to work. Once I get more comfortable with everyone, I think I'll really enjoy myself. Almost all the staff are great people, obviously there is a prick in every group, so fuck em.

It seems a lot of the staff at the Drake are alike.

1) Really really nice.

2) An Actor or Musician

3) Really really hot. I swear to god the most beautiful women the entire world works at the Drake. She introduced her self to me and I almost shit my pants. She asked my name, and I nervously and awkwardly replied 'Brad, with a B!' What a retard. Really? Brad with a B? What am I 8? Jesus Christ. But seriously, just epic hot. I was speechless for like 5 hours. If she was walking down the road, while I was driving down the opposite road, I would without a doubt in my mind, crash my car into on coming traffic.

Speaking of car wrecks, I am making my Stand up Comedy debut in 4 days. Wow.

Until yesterday, I was totally lost with my routine. I was so confused on which way I want to do it, and which jokes I wanted to use, and how I used them.

I showed up to class on Tuesday and I was fuckin done. I had nothing new. I was lost.

But while I was in class, and one of the other comics was on stage, I thought of a joke. I thought it was pretty funny, so I wrote it down. I will tell you that joke in a sec. Then while writing that joke down on my paper, I got with another one, this time even better! So I jotted them down, and I went on super stoked to try them out. So, I get up on stage, under the bright lights, just like its going to be at Absolute Comedy on December the 6th. When you are up on stage, you can't see anyone but the first two rows. Its kind of off putting. Anyways, I walked up on stage, grabbed the mic and started out with my old stuff, with a few lines added in. I talk about my shitty apartment and how shitty Parkdale is. I feel good, and am doing well. Time to test the new stuff. This is the first joke that went over really well, I followed with the goldmine that I will save for in person. But here is the first one anyways.

My friend asked me to come over and watch Lost. I said Fuck that, if I wanted to watch a bunch of retards run aimlessly, I'd go watch the Toronto Maple Leafs play hockey.

Haha, so it's not that good, but it's a start. I can replace Lost with any TV show, and I am probably switching it to Kate+8 for my show, for obvious reasons.

Anyways, that joke got everyone laughing, which is always good. So I have that and my secret really funny joke that I am going to end with. I feel pretty good about my set now. It ran about 4 minutes, but that was with a 30 second laugh break. We have a total of 5 minutes or less, but I am not worried about length, I just want good laughs the whole way through. So 4 minutes is perfect. The only problem is that I am trying to memorize everything obviously, and time it out as well now that I added a few more one liners. But I keep reading through the whole bit in 2:45 seconds. That's without a lot of pauses or laugh breaks. Fuck me, I hope I get laughs other wise I'll be short and sweet. Just like my penis.

Sorry.

I am getting a DVD copy of my set. So long as I don't shit the bed, I may post it on YouTube. However, if things go really well, I am thinking of performing it live in Victoria when I come home, rather then putting up on YouTube right away and spoiling it.

Not sure about that one, but I think it's a good idea, only problem is there arent a lot of comedy clubs in Victoria, and I don't know of any amateur nights.

Ideas?

Not much to report other then that. Not yet anyways... There are some small rumblings happening in my train of thought. Something different. Something new. Maybe I am beginning to think in a new way, I'm not really sure how else to explain it. I blame George Carlin. That crazy dead asshole has inspired me. I will be honest in saying until a month ago, I really didn't understand who George Carlin was. I had seen some of his Stand up on HBO, listened to a CD, and had watched him on a few late night comedy programs. I thought he was really funny, but I didn't really get it. The last three weeks have been filled with hours and hours (I guess between 25-30 hours at least) of nothing but Carlin. I'm talking The Indian Sergeant and "hippie-dippie weatherman" to a 4 hour interview about his life story, to his last HBO Special in 2008 called It's Bad for Ya.

George spoke to me. I think he has made me a better Comedian and a better person. So for that, I say thank you George Carlin.

I am truly blessed to be growing up in time with computers and internet, where a man such as myself can spend countless hours and hours watching, studying, learning from his heroes, idols and inspirations. All at the click of a button.