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PDX Comedy Throwdown for Home Builder’s Foundation 1/10/12

Hey folks, on January 10 there will be a great show for a great cause! The Home Builders Foundation-HomeAid Portland is putting on a show to help build more homes for those in need, and they certainly picked a good line-up: Dwight Slade (Just for Laughs), Kyle Harbert (Harvey’s), Gabe Dinger (Helium Comedy), Ron Funches (Conan O’Brien), and Stacey Hallal (Curious Comedy Theater)! Show starts at 7pm at the Star Theater downtown. Tickets should be bought in advance, and you can pick them up here.

A new post for a new day! (from Phil)

Hello to everyone reading this blog. You’re looking good today, aren’t you? Is that perfume I smell? Oh my you shouldn’t have!

I’m sorry I couldn’t whip something up for tonight, I was just feeling a little tired and so I ordered pizza instead. I hope you’ll excuse me for that. Sorry the blog is such a mess, I haven’t had the time to clean it in a while what with all the soap operas I’ve been watching. Yes, I know that’s cat pee on the floor, but little miss Foo Foo goes when and where and who she needs to go. It’s rather easy to accept once you learn to not let the smell or feeling of things bother you. Same reason why the floor is covered with garbage, and the walls are covered in various feces of faces of feces. I know this blog isn’t perfect by most people’s standards, but it has charm.

Regardless, I hope you’ll excuse me. I hope you’ll … Continue reading

Here’s Something to Read! (from Phil)

It’s from my blog:

There are two rabbits sitting in a field of grass. It is a dull summer day, mostly uneventful save for the sun rising and slowly waltzing in the sky. The blades of grass shiver and sway with the occasional gust of wind, whose chorus spreads throughout the field from horizon to white horizon. The sun’s heat plays a steady melody of dry warmth, and the sky’s blue hums an angelic tune. Green shouts from the grass in a majestic baritone, white’s piercing alto serenades all it stands before, and the brown of the earth, cleverly concealed by the waves of growth, hums quietly to itself while secretly and effortlessly directing the entire composition. In the distance and all too close, an invisible God walks among it, bellowing the sound of the universe. And my name’s signed right at the corner, so you’ll know who you bought it from.

“I don’t like it,” said the observer, and he quickly walked back to his table.

Chris sighed at yet another rejection, and went back to his cardboard shelter  before continuing  to desperately sell his art outside the Rosebud cafe… Continue reading