This spring, I’m recording an hour of comedy titled “Oldest Child.” So, I’m working on that hour a little bit every time I’m on stage. The goal is to have a fully formed outline for the material by the end of this month. A few years back, I worked with Christopher Titus for a weekend, …
My grandpa Cyr died in his sixties. He chased a bottle into an open grave. They called it congestive heart failure, but that barely describes the number of years he worked to bring about that specific event. In those six decades , he was orphaned, immigrated to America with adoptive parents, fought in a war, …
I was talking to a friend about getting nervous before shows, and I told her that I don’t get nervous. But after reflecting, I realize that while spiritually accurate, that’s not entirely true. I’ve performed in front of audiences of a thousand in a casino’s theater, and an audience of one in a small ice …
January 1, 0045 Anno Cyri Here I stand here in the middle of my life. The middle of the country. The middle of the show’s line up. In the middle of the downfall of society. And, in the middle of the D&D alignment chart. Obviously it’s a good time to start a new blog. They …
