Weezy writes:
by Matt Hartley on Tue 27 Dec 2005 08:56 AM PST
Our guest, for Saturday's taping will be Fritz Coleman. Fritz is a Los Angeles legend. He's a comedian/playwright/weatherman and he is a household name here in Los Angeles. Most people, in a town full of celebrities can not name more than three or four local news personalities but they can all name and identify Fritz. Why is this? Probably because he's funny and reliable. The guy you believe. And he's been our NBC Weatherman for 25 years or more.
If you have any questions about broadcasting, newscasting, weathercasting or related subjects, email us with them.
Or, if you want to take place in the live chat, we will be monitering it this week. We're starting at 5:00 because Fritz has to jet to a comedy show on Saturday.
Be advised, however, that this will be our first time attempting to monitor the chat and we will not be able to keep an eagle eye on it, so you may want to email your questions ahead of time to make sure we get to them.
I will try to type back to you and read your postings but this is experimental so bare with us.
Eventually we'll have a web cam and a way for your to hear the show as we record.
Talk to you Saturday!
On Tuesday, I had a very interesting adventure at G4. My pal, Guy, who works there, asked me and a few friends to come down and be in a sketch for "Attack of the Show." I said, "Sure, no problem" and I brought my buddies, Fini Goodman and Melinda Ruben. Guy added a G4 intern named Emily and together we were cast as members of a fictional "book club."
Here's what we found out when we got there. We were not taping just one sketch. We were taping five sketches which will become a running feature on the program, so according to Hollywood standards, one could accurately state that I am now a "semi-regular on a TV show.
The sketches involve a "book club" hosted by Brendan Moran who selects books such as "Dune," and "C++ Programming for Dummies" and other titles which book club ladies might find a tad tedious and thus the comedy ensues. These little comic gems should start running on Monday, October 17th. I play the part of "Sheri," an erratically emotional, hormonally unbalanced whack job.
The sketches were written by Casey Schreiner and I must tell you, they were an actress's dream, full of depth and range and heart and women wrestling over a sticky bun.
Oh, and while I was at G4, I met Nick's dream date, Morgan Webb and everyone, everywhere could not stop talking about how much they miss Laura Swisher.
Mr. Ron Zonen of the Santa Barbara D.A.’s Office will be our guest as we tape our next podcast tomorrow, Saturday. Post a comment here if you have a question for Mr. Zonen and he will be happy to answer it on the show. Questions can range from "How did the specific intricacies of the
In an effort to make Mr. Zonen feel comfortable in the studio, I am busy installing a metal detector
Tonight, my friend Deb and I went to do comedy at Coffee Haven in
Here’s how it went down… the ALBs had taken over the first three rows and when I began my act, they were all glaring at me and chanting, “Labyrinth! Labyrinth! This, I later learned, is the name of their favorite angry lesbian poet. I was not Labyrinth and this made them angrier. Now, when angry lesbian poets go from angry to angrier, they become irate lesbian poets. This is not a good thing. I tried to get them to stop chanting by saying something funny, or at least something that I thought was funny. One of them actually pointed at me and laughed. I said, “I feel as though you’re laughing at me, not with me.” The angriest one of them snarled and spit and said, “We ARE laughing at you.” I said, “You guys are like the mean girl table at lunch.” She said, “Well, you’re not funny!” Then everyone in the place went, “Oooohhh.”
At that point, my inner voice said “Screw them,” and just did my act. Because, a lot of my jokes are good and when in doubt, or in terror, do the act. So, I got laughs and got off the stage and here comes the kicker. I hope you are ready because this is awesome… all of the angry lesbian poetry, I mean all of it, each and every angry lesbian poet and each and every angry lesbian poem is all about love and tolerance and conquering the fear of rejection and accepting all of God’s unique creatures as beautiful in the eyes of the universe, and righteously defying the injustice of the insensitive and blah dee freakin’ blah blah.
I just sat there staring at angry lesbian poet after angry lesbian poet thinking, “Am I not outcast enough for God’s love?” Or, “Are you people just angry lesbian hypocrites?
Then, my friend Comedian, Leo Flowers got up on stage and he went, “What the Hell just happened here?” Thanks, Leo. That was cool of you, because yeah, those girls really did hurt my feelings. It made me feel very exposed and vulnerable and no matter how smooth I attempted to appear, it hurts when people publicly mock you.
I’m sorry if I’m not Labyrinth. I will never be Labyrinth and my act isn’t angry and I don’t wave my arms around in extreme gestures and then back away from the mic while making a nasty face as I pose for dramatic effect after chanting something like this:
Jane is pain! Jane is rain!
My soul darkens! Emptiness harkens!
Thoughts of death! Hold my breath!
Falling, falling! Heartbeat stalling!
Moist touch enthralling my love cave!!!!
(I made that up in the spirit of what I heard tonight)
In fact, most of my jokes don’t even rhyme but I do have feelings.
Why try? We all ask ourselves that question at some point during the day, the month, the life, don’t we?
Last night, I worked a new room for me called Shane on
That’s what happened last night. I got there at
Please know that I am not generally this easily beaten down but I had spent the day driving to
Now, driving to
So, I didn’t really feel like doing stand-up last night and yes, I did almost tell Patrick that I was leaving. But then I saw Bob Oshack at the bar and you really can’t look at that guy without smiling and, OK… he had pictures of his kids. A 3 ½ year old daughter and a brand new baby boy. Life does not get any cuter and so I stayed for his set and then I was next. Naturally, by this point there were only ten people remaining in the audience and the three in the back were solidly involved in a loud conversation but I may have actually won them over because the one who told me his name was Bill laughed when I called his girlfriend Hillary. (yeah, that’s how funny I can get)
Thanks for reading this far. I feel much better. I have to go pay a parking ticket.