Year: 2011

Groups stink.  I hate working in groups.  Did Edison sit around smoking pot w/ his bros and say “I got this filament, man.  What should we do with it?”  “Stick it in this glass water bong, bro!”  Of course not.  It’s so forced…

My big “travel” project in HS was the first shot across the bow.  My partner, Damon, showed up the morning it was due and had done exactly nothing, so I had to scramble together a salvagable B in one hour.  In college, I quit a group of 10 b/c the meetings were so long and unproductive, I nearly had a stroke.  I did the whole thing alone and got an A.  Like writing comedy in groups – yuck.  Let’s get together and have an organic session!  How about I write shit down and you tell me if it sucks or has potential.  There, we just saved two hours.

I had a condo meeting last night – actually kind of productive, but one lady there LOVES to bring up off topic points.  We were discussing whether to put speed bumps in and she looks up and says, “When are we closing the pool?”  Next month.  Then we talked about the carpet cleaning…”Is the clubhouse open for use?”  Yes, we talked about that 25 minutes ago.  Meeting adjourned!

I get impatience honestly and people really are dumb.  When I see someone not put a shopping cart in the corral even though it’s an arduous 10 steps away, I don’t request a meeting with the grocery store.  I hock a loogie on their car when they’re not looking.  As my football coach used to say, “Shit or get off the pot.”

– I think if your girlfriend beats you in anything athletic, you have to pee on her leg or stop a bank robbery to get back your manhood

– I was pumping gas and saw the trash can said “Do Not Litter”.  I’m pretty sure no one walks up to a trash can, reads that, and says “Shut up, trash can.  No one tells me what to do.”

– I think people who listen to Ke$ha have serious mental problems and have a dead spot in the arts section of their brain.

– The quickest way to make me angry is if I have a heated debate with an ESL (English Second Language) person.  There is something about arguing with someone who doesn’t understand me (and vice versa) that sets me off instantly.  Number two is when I wake up 25 minutes or less before my alarm goes off.  Day ruined.

Quick education of comedy shows.  Most (good shows) go in this order – emcee, feature, headliner.  The emcee gets a free sandwich or $20 bucks for 5-10 minutes, the feature makes enough not to jump off a bridge or careen off the road on the way home for his/her 25+ minutes, and headliner does not bad for a hopefully solid 45-60 minutes.

The other show I do a lot is the “open mike” at bars or clubs.  This involves usually 7-30 comics doing several minutes for no pay.  I currently emcee the Funny Bone’s open mike in Columbus a couple times a month.  It is a big thrill!  For a month.  The emcee has to hit a sober crowd that is more interested in wings and drink specials than some idiot’s material, plus they’re usually there to see their newbie pals, who are going to say “fucking” and “fuck” way too many times b/c they’re more nervous than a 15 year old staring at boobs for the first time.

Tuesday’s show was brutal, but I got a laugh or two nonetheless.  I had some good one-liners and got some free beers.  This, surprisingly, is an enviable position for new comics.  Imagine at your job you lead the branch in sales and instead of a bonus, you get a bottled water and an “Atta Boy!” from your undersexed balding sales manager instead of a commission check.  Well, now I am home drinking tall boys and listening to Black Label Society as my stinky dog sleeps.  Does it suck?  No, I got to tell strangers jokes and they laughed.  Life is good.  I have a paid show at a Moose Lodge this weekend!  Take that!  Looks like the “Most Likely to Succeed” award from my HS yearbook is blossoming now.

I had a show last week on the far side of Michigan.  It was the “break even” show, while the two shows Friday closer to Ohio was where I made my profit.  There was one problem – three weeks ago the double show cancelled.  It was a new booker I’ve been trying to work from for a while, so I kept the show, knowing I would make about $13 after gas.

The show was in a really nice, rich hotel where there were a lot of better looking women with older, probably rich men.  Show was good, but every time I asked a question, I got blank stares.  I assume this was the case, b/c the spotlight was brighter than a supernova.  I couldn’t see anything.  I asked the crowd if anyone had a bad job in this economy – nothing.  “Oh I forgot, you’re all rich.  You’re on vacation and don’t give a shit.”  Thunderous, yet empty laughter ensued.  After the show, I sold exactly one t-shirt.  Who says this job doesn’t pay!  I proceeded to talk to a nice couple after the show who had a lot of questions about comedy, so I told them about being heckled by a guy with Down’s Syndrome and another time a drunk lady puked on the stage.  Glamourous moments like this keep me inspired.

My buddy Justin was in town for the Q benefit Saturday (quincyconnerfoundation.com).  It was a great event and the kids on the board helped raise $18,000 for Quincy’s daughter’s college fund, plus two other scholarships.  I did about 50 minutes of stand up and got to see a lot of old frat brothers and great friends from the Muskingum days.  Before the show, Justin told me he had turned on a couple co-workers to my site.  Awesome.  Justin: “One girl I work with loves your blogs.  She said you are a good writer.”  Me: “Sweet.”  Justin: “She likes your writing, but watched your clips and said you sound like a drunk hillbilly.”  Me: “Your friend is very astute.”  That’s right, chriscoencomedy.com.  Come for the intelligent writing, stay for the drunken blathering of white trash.

As a comic, everyone has to do bad rooms and open mikes.  Enter the backhanded compliment.  I love them.  When a comic sucks and he/she approaches me, “How did I do?”  You had great ideas!  (Translation: You had no punchlines.)  “What did you think of my set?”  You had awesome stage presence!  (You took your bombing like a man.  The crowd hated you, but you kept your shit together, in spite of NO laughter.  Good work.)

I have received these also.  One chick told me after the show – “I loved your joke about dancing!  The other guy sucked!”  I didn’t do a dancing joke.  I am the other guy.  Please don’t wreck on the way home!  (Oh God, please wreck…).