dispatch from alt.coffee

Chicks & Giggles went well. I tried out my new bit about baby carrots, which aren't really, as the name suggests, youthful versions of adult carrots. They're just little carrotesque shapes carved out of regular carrots. Wouldn't it be great if other organic beings worked that way? Like if you had an overweight cat. And a paring knife. And liked kittens a lot.

Raquel D'Apice was fantastic, and Desiree Burch (at right) brought down the damn house with a bit I'm hesitant to retype here -- if you see her, ask her which part of her body is the opera house, and which part is the circus.

After the show, in which my set contained some new material about being single, I walked out of Raga and heard a looming male voice from the dark say "So, you're single now?" Maybe I should try finishing off that set by talking about my egg donation, and how I am currently the most fertile woman alive. That's not generally a big turn-on for savvy urban gentlemen.

Tomorrow night I'm performing in Schaffer the Darklord's show, and next week (Wednesday the 14th, 10pm, Pete's Candy Store), he's performing in mine.

This internet cafe is full of homeless people with strong political views and especially vibratory larynxes.