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Thursday, December 08, 2005
I'm going to be on telivision tomorrow. Tune in to The Call on NY1 (it's like CNN for the nation that is New York City). I think it is at nine. I guess people can call in and stuff. I am supposed to be funny about the news...
Host: So, Dan, how about that bipolar, mentally ill guy who got shot to death on that plane because he said he had a bomb?
Me: Ha! He sure was a real laugh riot!
Host: How so?
Me: You know, because he was killed... it's hilarious!
Host: Can you clarify?
Me: It's like, would you rather be shot to death, or have to look at Bea Arthur naked... or something... Rosie O'Donnell?
Host: What?
Me: Sorry... I'm just finding it hard to make some guy getting shot to death into a joke.
Host: YOU WHAT??? Be gone from NY1 !! Be gone from here and go back to whence ye came!!
If it goes any better than the above, I'll be pleasantly suprised.
Carry on, playa.
12:04 PM
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Vegas again. Good lord. The place is heaven on earth. If anything interesting happens to me in between my trips to Vegas, I'll be sure to let you know.
Other things I'm working on: A Pilot. Two Screenplays. Standup.
See, it is boring.
Back to Vegas... I elbowed a Backstreet Boy in the gut. I have waited years to say this. It finally happened. He was in my way in a crowded nightclub, and I was throwing elbows to get to the bathroom and to impress the girl following behind me. I elbowed him before I had even recognized that he was a Backstreet Boy. But the result is what counts: Backstreet Boy got elbowed.
Send gifts to my NY address.
4:41 PM
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