I saw something in an ad on the subway and bought it and I am not ashamed of that

I am so happy with my Treo that I can barely contain myself. My Treo does everything I could ever want. I like it better than I like boys.

If I write a text message on the subway, my Treo will quietly try to send the message in the background and it will often succeed when the train stops for just a moment at the station.

My Treo has a nice camera that allows me to email photos to people with audio greetings. And it has a camcorder feature! I didn't even know that when I bought it. Imagine buying something, being completely happy with the value you received for the price you paid, and then discovering you get a camcorder. Also, the calendar syncs with my Mac with no trouble, and when I sync, it automatically downloads my photos. And when I type messages, the Treo automatically capitalizes my I's and adds apostrophes, features I never wanted on a regular computer but do now that I'm typing with my thumbs. Brilliance!

Oh, and my Treo has a speakerphone! I can just leave it on my desk while I'm talking! That alone is worth some bucks to me. And when the phone is on my desk, there's another little button I could press if I wanted -- the RECORD button. I can record my phone conversations! And, presumably, email them to people!

I can also blog from my phone! And look at Mapquest ... while I'm actually out of the house!

I have illustrated this post with totally gratuitous Treo photos: the totally outrageous Jem and the Holograms t-shirt I am wearing today under a clever little jacket, and me enjoying my Treo by using it to take a picture of myself in the mirror.

I could also, presumably, use my Treo camera to take pictures during sex! Accompanied by an audio greeting! And I could email these pictures to others before I'm even done having sex. Too bad I like my Treo more than I like boys.

Addendum, from a friend: "i think i may start a nation wide boycott of this treo. it's just another mechanical what's-it making girls less interested in nice boys like myself. it isn't enough that the damn rabbit is on the market. i get one-upped by the rabbit in the physical stimulation and now i'm not half as clever or interesting as a cell-phone. on that note i've gotten myself an appointment to get calf implants."

"I thought we might be soulmates, but then I heard her spell daiquiri wrong"

Blogger and contestant Ryan Hunter has written a humorous and compelling account of his stint in the Williamsburg Spelling Bee Finals:

Yes, the word was siderography, but... for some reason (Scotch), in my final round of the Spelling Bee finals, I chose to spell the word "ciderorography," which is not a word per sé, but would certainly be a really adorable attempt at one by a retarded child.

trinkets and baubles for sale

Design by Molly Crabapple, Jen-head by John Leavitt.


"Grammatically Correct Comedy" magnet
$3.99, click to buy

new review on sarcaticsex.com (for those of you not at work right now)

An all-new space-age review is up on the Sarcastic Sex Toy Blog!

Enjoy the 5x Giga Power Space Explorer Chrome Bullet Vibe. Or not.

5x what? Giga what? You'll have to get around your company's internet security system to find out.

two spelling bee items

Adriana Vink is looking forward to competing in the bee despite being less than a month old. Better study up with that alphabet blanket ... for the next 20 years and eleven months!

Good Morning America got back to me -- they are still filming (presumably filming other spelling bees) and will air the spot in late November.

those Brits, with their butter and their jesting!

I had "bread and butter pudding" for dessert at Tea & Sympathy, the British restaurant in Greenwich Village. Like a heart attack in a bowl! Bread pudding with raisins drowned in an entire cereal-bowl full of buttery custard sauce!

I found a recipe here.

Bizarrely, I also found a comedy article about bread and butter pudding, in which probably half of the humor is incomprehensible to Americans, and the rest of sort of cross-cultural, except for being a five-webpage-long fake recipe.

Splash-drop three high-tablespoons of cognac into a handmade mixing-bowl. Applique the currants. Leave them in there for three to six months to make sure they're completely exasperated. Meanwhile, slice your loaf thinly and let the slices breathe. We put them in a basket by the tennis court. For the custard, hob-heat your milk soupcons till they enquire. Wood-blend fifty grams of organic caster sugar. We wood-blend to Purcell. Though long-dead, his music soothes and thrills in just the right proportions. Leak approximately 2.5 millilitres of Madagascan vanilla essence. It's easily available in all good foodshops in Madagascar. Pour in the beaten eggs and fluff diplomatically till the custard's thoroughly relaxed.

this is pretty much why I moved to New York

Last night I attended Viva Van Story's rockabilly photo exhibit at CB's Gallery in the presence of the delicious Lady E, Miss Molly Crabapple (who, regrettably, split before I remembered the photographic capabilities of my Treo), illustrator John Leavitt (designer of my new CD cover), Veronica Varlow of Dangerdame, The World Famous *BOB*, Juline of The Whores, and a handful of friends from college I wasn't expecting to run into. I saw plenty of tattoos, Bettie Page and Marilyn lookalikes, and boys with clever hair.


some serious burlesque boobs!


Lady E, looking blurry but swank, swank but blurry


I'm getting nose-kissed by Veronica Varlow!

and now, for a moment, my blog becomes highly prosaic

My Treo takes pictures! I had nothing unusual take a picture of, so here's me and Cow:

maybe a rumor, maybe not

Fresh from the newswire:

"Did you know that Bill Maher kind of mentioned your spelling bee on his HBO show???"

Details forthcoming.

Update from friend:

Bill Maher has this show on HBO, and the end of every show (a highlight of the show) he has these things called 'new rules'... where he has humorous insights on news of the day.. and the LAST new rule, was something like.. NEW RULE.. ADULTS MUST STOP ACTING LIKE CHILDREN.. and then he went off on a tangent on how adults (I guess around our generation) spend their time doing childish things like playing video games, and Halloween, etc.. and he says.. I MEAN TODAY YOU EVEN GO TO SPELLING BEES IN BARS........

Now there's absolutely no way someone on his writing staff didn't read the NY Times article to get that part in there.

I concur! Bill Maher's writing staff is vaguely aware of my presence!

geeking out in my "QT3.14159" t-shirt

You can count in base 12 on your knuckles! What geekariffic joy! From A-Word-a-Day:

nychthemeron (nik-THEM-er-on) noun

A full period of a day and night: 24 hours.

[From Greek, a combination of nykt- (night) and hemera (day).]

Ever wondered why day and night were divided into 12 hours? The number 12 is not as random as it sounds. There are 12 moons in a year. The number 12 is easy to divide into halves, thirds, and quarters. Also, some cultures counted in base 12: three joints on each finger (thumb as the counter).

now that I've said this, Apple wants me to switch back

My computer has only two USB ports, yet I have a printer, an external drive, a Treo, and an iPod that all want to be in them at once. It's like a gangbang porn around my iBook, wherein my iBook is the girl who called for a dozen pizzas (or a dozen plumbers?), and all the technological devices have to wait around for their turns.

YWCA comedy show poster

November 17th! All-women comedy for the YWCA.


click to enlarge

what I do on Friday nights

I had a drink with an old friend for about an hour and a half tonight, and that's about the only time I've torn myself away from my desk. Sometimes I forget I live on top of a sandwich shop and I can stop to feed myself during sandwich-making business hours.

I am going to accomplish ten more to-do list items before bed. Let's see how it goes. (When you set a number as your to-do goal, you never do things like "write a treatment for my new screenplay." You do stuff like "pay the phone bill online." Ah, well, more time to work on a screenplay later. Incidentally, in my new screenplay, I am a kung fu librarian. This is awesome, but it's a good year down my to-do list).

Update: Here are my ten items:

• update the spelling blog (our winners are now winning tickets from the 25th Annual Putnam Country Spelling Bee musical!)
  
• write season 3 spelling bee press release
  
• work on press kit
  
• fill out Treo rebate form
  
• put Treo software on computer and try to sync
  
• um ... four more really lame things so I can sleep
  

You know what's kind of not hip and glamorous? I am making steel-cut oats for tomorrow morning in my crockpot. It apparently will cook the oats all night so I have oatmeal in the morning (steel-cut is healthier than instant). Sexy!

addendum to the Playgirl post

I hope I haven't inadvertently sent out the message that anyone I might date needs to look like a Playgirl model. I am keeping my personal and professional lives very separate here. In fact, I would strongly prefer that anyone I actually date have absolutely zero photographs of himself covered in body oil.

casting for Playgirl (really)

The photographer for the Playgirl shoot has had a hard time finding the right male model. If you are a male model or look like one, are available for work in New York, and wish to appear nude in Playgirl for pay, you may email photos to playgirl@jenisfamous.com. Please send face and NON-NUDE body shots (swimsuit or underwear). We are looking for a "college boy"/Abercrombie type, young and muscular.

These photos will be viewed by a casting person, so please do not think I have invited anyone to send their steamy photos to me directly. If I want to look at sexy boys, I won't be doing it over email.

here would be an okay place for a "gaydar" joke

George Takei, Sulu from the original Star Trek, has come out of the closet! Apparently, aside from hiding his homosexuality all these years, he was also interned in a camp for Japanese-Americans during World War II. How much does one man have to take? Anyway, he looks pretty stylin'.

I have to donate money to charity now to apologize for saying what I just said

A friend of mine who works at UNICEF attended a press conference with "Whoopi Goldberg, Sir Roger Moore and Kami the HIV positive muppet from South Africa."

I had to look this up, but it's absolutely (positively?) true.

Maybe Kermit could join her on the show for a heartfelt rendition of "It's Not Easy Being Immunosuppressed."

I have to admit, in case of fire, I would prefer to be rescued by large, male firefighters

I scheduled an appointment for the cable company to come fix my cable. The technician they sent is an old lady. She had to stop on the fourth floor because she couldn't climb to a fifth-floor walkup. She spent at least five minutes just sitting in a chair in my apartment, recovering.

She sounds like a native English speaker, though, which is a big plus.

Update: She totally fixed that shiznit.

I've got a new robot spleen, too

I just got a Treo. I am overwhelmed by technology. When I got my iPod last month, I accidentally deleted the iPod playlist, and now I can't figure out how to change what's on the iPod at all. I got a voice recorder for the iPod and recorded some comedy but I haven't figured out how to get the comedy off the iPod.

Now, more technology. I signed up for a Frappr map. You can go here and add yourself, and then I can see little pinpoints on the map for all of you. Isn't that neat? Or, it could be, if some of you go add yourselves.

Add yourself to my Frappr map!
Update: Some of you have started adding yourselves to the map! See, it is neat! Maybe if enough people add themselves, I'll know where to go on tour! If you want me to come to your city, just get some other people near you to map themselves. This is a superb use of technology, although I have a hard time imagining who but me would actually find this useful. I mean, if you're using it to map people you know, well ... don't you already know where your friends live? Thanks, Frappr, for making this technology available; I like you even though you dislike the orthodox usage of vowels in English.

More Update: This is probably amazing only to New Yorkers, but my Treo sends text messages on the subway. You know how sometimes you get a bit of reception on the platform or stopped at a station? I wrote a message on my Treo while on the 6 and tried to send the message. On my old phone, a message that can't be saved is saved to "Drafts" and then I would have to go find it again later and remember to send it. Instead, my Treo conveniently informed me that the text message would be sent automatically next time I was on the network. And then, without bothering me one bit, my Treo kept trying, patiently, in the background, and then surprised me at the 86th St. stop with a notice that the message had sent.

I am an all-out cyborg. I am having my eyes replaced with robot eyes that will see into all of your fragile organic souls.

friends of Dorothy are friends of Playgirl

The photographer for Playgirl is still sending me photos to see if I think the models are hot. She sent two and asked what I thought. "A five out of ten and a gay out of ten," I replied.

friends of Neal Pollack read my blog

Another entry in the JenIsFamous $50 Photo Contest -- J.D. Finch is reading JenisFamous in his glasses. How'd he do that?

Everybody needs friends. Even satirically-minded marital aid reviewers.

The Sarcastic Sex Toy Blog now has its own MySpace membership. Go make friends!

November 9th. Arrive early to get a seat. The Jenny V Show turns standing-room only pretty fast.

I could not be more excited about the November 9th Jenny Vaudeville Show. A woman is going to eat glass. Banjo playing, Onion headlines, medieval Jewish rap. I have actually heard Soce rap to classical music. He is no novelty act; that's talent. I am also pleased that Curtis Eller (pictured) is putting the "vaudeville" back in the Jenny Vaudeville Show. And everyone wants to know if the glass-eater spits or swallows. You could try to ask her yourself. She might bitchslap you for it.

Here is the handbill for the November 9th show

Thanks again to Jamie B. Wolcott for the illustration (photo of Curtis Eller also by Ms. Wolcott).

The Jenny Vaudeville Show
Wednesday, Nov. 9, 10pm, FREE
Pete's Candy Store, 709 Lorimer St.

Musical comedy, ventriloquism, magic, dancing unicorns! Audience members can win prizes in trivia and literary contests! Emceed by comedienne Jenisfamous, this month featuring glass-eater A.V. Phibes, banjo player Curtis Eller, Onion writer Sam Means reading his rejected headlines, and medieval Jewish rapper Soce the Elemental Wizard.

Directions to Pete's: Take the L train to the second stop in Brooklyn, Lorimer. Exit at the head of the train, and walk along Lorimer in the direction of the BQE. Pete's is 1.5 blocks past the BQE, on your left. 709 Lorimer Street, between Frost and Richardson Streets. (718) 302-3770.

the value of punctuation: it conveys meaning!

I saw a sign at 2nd Ave and St. Marx that said:

HELP WANTED PIZZAMAN

It didn't have any punctuation. I think the intended meaning was "Help wanted: pizzaman." (A colon goes before a list or explanation). However, it could have been "Help wanted, Pizzaman!"

And then the imperiled people light the Pizzaman Signal, sending a distress beacon into the night sky, and Pizzaman comes flying in, faster than a speeding pepperoni stick, ready to save the day ... with pizza.

precision comedy

I did a set at The Social tonight. I came in right towards the end (I left work as early as I could, but I still didn't arrive until the last quarter of the show), the producer pointed at me and mouthed "You're next!", and I was on stage five minutes later. Then the show ended, I met a couple of fabulous comics (shout-outs: Katina! Billy! Nick!) and re-encountered some more fabulous comics of previous acquaintanceship (Laura! Jenny!) and I was out of there with a total time usage of perhaps forty minutes. That's efficiency!

I just received an email from the producers of the Laughing Liberally comedy show I am doing November 1st. The email said "Hope you're well. The exact time you're performing is below… You will be performing at 10:09pm on Nov 1st."

That is one finely-crafted precision instrument of a show.

The Tour

I have not yet named my first-ever comedy tour. I think I'm going to stick with the basics: The JenisFamous Show. I'm getting more buttons, reduplicating CDs, and getting other merch (new t-shirts) to offer. This November, I am touring to Charlottesville, Cleveland, and Austin. In the new year, I am touring to San Francisco, Los Angeles, Boston, D.C., Syracuse, New Hampshire/Vermont, and Chicago.

If you live in one of those cities, you could sign up here:

Join the jen is famous dot com mailing list for your city! Subscribers get access to exclusive comedy material a tingly feeling in their special parts.

Email:

If you live elsewhere but could help me get the word out in one of those cities, I'd love an email from you.

hot guys in flight suits

I sent an email to my mom with the subject heading "Playgirl calling." She wrote "This sounds a lot better than 'Avon calling.'"

this, my friends, is the caliber of entertainment I bring to you

Molly Crabapple at the last Jenny Vaudeville Show. Photo by Aeric Meredith-Goujon.


Come to the next show on November 9 (10pm, Pete's, free) to watch A.V. Phibes (the woman who taught Molly to eat fire!) up the ante by eating glass.

Laughing Liberally on November 1st

Laughing Liberally is a new progressive comedy show that sets out to save democracy one laugh at a time. Expect astute commentary, side-splitting laughs and passionate prose that takes a bitingly humorous look at the state of the union. So join us a Laughing Liberally at Stand-Up New York, October 25, November 1, 8 and 15.

STAND-UP NY @ 9PM
(236 West 78th Street - west of Broadway)

Tuesday Oct. 25th, Nov. 1st*, 8th & 15th
$10 Cover ˆ No Drink Minimum
Reservations: (212) 595-0850

Featured Comics:
Ted Alexandro (Tough Crowd), Eddie Brill (Late Night w/ David Letterman), Jim David (Tough Crowd), Julie Goldman(VH-1)
Marga Gomez (Comedy Central), Dean Obeidallah(Comedy Central), Maysoon Zayid (MTV and 20/20), and many others.

* I will be appearing in the Nov. 1 show. And I'm bringing my abortion jokes.

oh, baby

I met comic Carolyn Castiglia's baby! Carolyn was not only doing comedy right up until she went into labor, she was doing leg kicks and deep squats in her comedy act (I even found you a few-weeks old picture, at right). Some of us were a little afraid to laugh. But I now look forward to a gamut of breastfeeding jokes.

Cutely, I was holding little Adriana when she got hungry and turned her head in ... and tried to suck on one of the buttons on my dress. That's time to turn the baby back over to the lady with the all-organic milk supply....

Might as well plug Chicks & Giggles here, the all-female comedy show Carolyn runs and in which I perform fairly regularly. It was sort of Carolyn's "baby," until she had a, you know, baby.

a discourse on Halloween

Everybody wants to be all sexy for Halloween. Sexy vampires, sexy nurses, sexy bumblebees. Apparently there's a "sexy barista" costume that says something on the shirt like "warning: contents are very hot." Whatever.

I'm going as Minnie Mouse. I was wearing a red, full-skirted vintage dress yesterday with black tights and flats and kind of realized I already had a bit of the Minnie thing covered. All I need is some ears. I like to be efficient with my social events. I'm not spending all day putting something together.

As an addendum, I'd like to say that I would never dress as Minnie and be accompanied by a man dressed as Mickey, because if you're going to be a walking Disney ad, you should get paid for that shit. Although it might be funny to go as Minnie and, say, Goofy, because of that old dirty joke.

the story of my, um, success

A friend told me today that my website makes it sound like my entire life has been a straight-shot to success.

Hahahahaha.

I suppose I neglected to blog about my failed company (1999-2003, RIP) breaking me as a person, being sick in Virginia with no health insurance, selling everything I owned to crazy old ladies, moving to New York with $400 in a beat-up car, moving into an room-for-rent in Harlem in a railroad apartment outside of which a sea of unemployed people drank on the stoop all day and many drugs were consumed by persons other than me, getting my car stolen and still having to make payments on it, getting the job I moved to the city for and then losing it, dating my roommate and then breaking up (excruciatingly) a year later and having to move, having my parents refuse to cosign on a new apartment, having another year of run-ins with men of poor character, and then ... finally ... this thing called comedy started to work out. And it turns out the internet marketing skills left over from running my company were also kind of useful. And a gay man bought my eggs.

And that's it. Now I have a job where I tutor well-to-do students in their homes, which tends to remind me that even though I am happy with my life, some sixteen year olds, after asking me what I got on my SATs, like to peer condescendingly at me and ask "Have you ever considered other professions?"

Yes, yes, I should have gone into investment banking! Then I would have a MUCH more interesting blog.

bring your show and tell items and come hang out with me in my aura of contentment

It's chilly out, but I'm wearing a dress from Dangerdame (pictured) and now sitting at Pete's using their wireless, waiting for my comedy show to begin at 7:30. I like wearing vintage-style dresses that make old men smile at me, approvingly, on the street.

I've pretty much never been happier. Just FYI.

This November, I am touring to Charlottesville, Cleveland, and Austin. If you live in one of those cities, you could sign up here:

Join the jen is famous dot com mailing list for your city! Subscribers get access to exclusive comedy material your mom.

Email:

I'm the sexy businesswoman

I'm going to appear in Playgirl, objectifying a male model.

All my hopes and dreams about this life have culminated in being paid to make a male model feel like a slab of beef.

Monday's event: Comedy Show & Tell at Pete's

Monday, October 24
7:30-9:00 pm
Pete's Candy Store, 709 Lorimer St.
(L train to Lorimer - click for map)
FREE

Comedy Show & Tell mixes performances by top young comedians with actual, old-fashioned show and tell by audience members. To participate, bring a silly object to share and show up a few minutes early to get on the list. (Or, just come watch!)

Read a recap of the last show, with photos!

geeking out in my "What the f(x)?" t-shirt

Today I got up at 6:30am, cleaned my apartment, did some math problems, tutored a student on the Upper West Side at 9, tutored a student in midtown at 11, taught a class on the Upper East Side at 2, jetted to the West Village to feature in a comedy show at 5:40, booked it back up to the Upper West Side for my third tutoring student at 7:30, met a friend for dinner, and finally cabbed it back to East Harlem around 11.

Fun fact of the day: For polyhedrons, Euler's Formula states that Vertices - Edges + Faces = 2.

bargain basement jen

I have a handful of Peeps shirts left, so I had someone help me list them on eBay.

Me, if I want to buy something, I want to know exactly how much it costs, and then I just want to buy it and be done with it. But apparently some people enjoy uncertainly, gambling, and waiting around. Oh, you crazy eBayers. Enjoy!

• Peeps for Men
  
  
• Women's Scoop Neck Size Medium - I wore one of these to a show and immediately sold out all the smalls
  
  
• Women's Tanks Size Medium
  
  
• Women's Long-Sleeved (these are sexy -- I kept three!), Medium in Orange or Extra Small in Green

Each is dirt cheap and comes with a free button.

p.s. Thanks to all of you who've been buying Sarcastic Sex Toys.


About the Peeps (live from Chicks & Giggles)

an extra $96.44 divides out to $10.72 per egg

According to this weird little web survey, my blog is worth $7,903.56. Which is slightly less than the value of my eggs.

My blog is worth $7,903.56.
How much is your blog worth?

in case you haven't seen me walking away, airbrushed

My posterior has been blogged by famed comics writer Warren Ellis. Long live Molly Crabapple.

the comedy news update

Tonight I had a tour of the Friars' Club, and then did a guest spot at Dillon's. My set went over well, and I gave some postcards to British businesspeople who thought I was funny. Now that I'm single, I resurrected my bit about ribbed-for-her-pleasure condoms. Always a good closer.

My cat is purring like a motherfucker. It's a really aggressive form of affection. She is purring really, really loudly, standing in front of my computer, and occasionally biting my arm, which is not usually a problem except that this dress is silk.

Last night, at my show in Clifton, NJ, a guy at the bar bought me a drink right after I watched him order a veal parmesan for himself and demand an extra meatball for his dog.

magic! music! juggling!

I have a new Jenny Vaudeville poster, designed by Jamie Wolcott! (The blank part is where I put the details for each show).

he is not really Mexican, or a wrestler

Last week I went to see spelling bee co-emcee and founder bobbyblue's band perform at Galapagos. When I got there, I was informed that host El Orangina needed a volunteer for a couple of comedy sketches, so I ended up on stage miming the purchase of Orangina from El Orangina, and then punching him for being inappropriately enthusiastic about my love for Orangina.

And here, in his Mexican wrestling mask, is El Orangina.

I, El Orangina, have recently won the Crazy 8’s scratch off lotto. With my $19 in winnings I have purchased a copy of the Passion of the Christ DVD.... With a title like The Passion, I thought, this is the kind of movie to be enjoyed alone at home on the big screen TV with, perhaps, a nice bottle of chianti. Oh, how wrong was I? First of all if you have not seen the movie, do not let me spoil it for you. Stop reading now, get yourself a box of Fig Newtons and rent the Love Boat the second season. The one where Julie falls in love. However, do not see this Passion. First of all, it is not what you are thinking. This Jesus fellow, all they do is torture him... This is not El Orangina, champion of Chalupa’s experience with passion.

are you a fireman?

Recently, I encouraged readers of this blog to join the Army so as to be able to attend my December 10th show at Fort Hamilton.

If you are not feeling like an army of one today, however, you might consider becoming a firefighter in Lafayette, New Jersey, where I will be performing at the Lafayette Firehouse on November 12th.

Um ... stop, drop, and roll!

Announcing: Jenisfamous.com $50 photo contest!

Comedian and blogger Jennifer Dziura is offering a $50 prize for the best photo of a person or persons reading Jenisfamous.com. Runners-up may receive merchandise at Jenisfamous's discretion.

All persons pictured must be of legal age and must consent to appear in the photo. Any or all photos may be posted on Jenisfamous.com at Jennifer Dziura's discretion.

Email photos to photos@jenisfamous.com (include your real name) by November 15, 2005.

Update: This post has been Gawkerized.

Update: Here are some entries I've received (nobody in their underwear yet!):


"I work at the Idaho Lottery. Powerball is HUGE today.
But I need a release sometimes. I choose you.
$50 could really soften the blow of not being able
to participate in the run for $340 million."
- Jennifer Gelband


Martin in Bryant Park


Hernan Duran and friends


Marcos Alonso
(This one just screams "European tourist." I love it! -Jen)


J.D. Finch

wouldn't you love to see her molars?

Next month's Jenny Vaudeville Show is shaping up nicely. After Molly Crabapple ate fire, how could I possibly up the ante?

A.V. Phibes has the answer to that question. On November 9th at Pete's Candy Store, she will eat glass.

Spelling Finals October 17, 2005

The finals Monday night were a blast. bobbyblue's band, ...y las flores, opened the bee with the Williamsburg Spelling Bee theme song, and even German Public Radio was there to get a piece of the action.







Our winners were...

1st place - Josh Malamy
2nd place - Liane Yee
3rd place - Megan Rudesill




Season winner Josh won tickets to Bingo: The Musical, a $100 cash prize, a Neighborhoodies package, and -- the most stylish prize of the night -- a retro phone headset that plugs into a cell phone, donated by CITE (the store for which our very own bobbyblue is the buyer!)

Next bee: Monday, November 14, 7:30, Pete's! (And then every alternate Monday thereafter!)

Photos by Brian Van (485i.com)

you could make a recruiter's day

I'm doing a show December 10 at the Fort Hamilton Army Base. If you're not yet in the service, it's not too late!

my bank can't spell

actual screen shot, 10/19/05, 12:25am

did I somehow fail to mention the fire-eating?

The lovely Miss Molly Crabapple (pictured at right in the New Orleans Forever t-shirt she designed -- all profits go to artists and performers affected by Katrina), who recently ate fire at the Jenny Vaudeville Show, is an illustrator by trade -- particularly, an illustrator of dirty Victorian pictures. She has assembled a web store that makes me envi