Clever, dark as fuck, and brutally honest. Anthony Jeselnick had one of my top five favorite stand-up specials of 2009. Get into it. He's the bastard child of Eugene Mirman and Jim Norton--deadpan delivery, short one-liners, and edgy/racy subject matter. He won't make you think, but he'll make you wince with his wit.
Exhibit A: A recent Haiti benefit performance...
He's a writer for and regularly appears on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon, he has an album set to be released on Comedy Central Records, he had a great set at last year's Bamboozle alongside Jo Derosa, Bo Burnham, and Brian Posehn, and he's hitting up Bamboozle Left this year.
I'm exhausted right about now, but I feel as though I would be remiss for not posting tonight. More'so for myself than for any other reason. Tonight is my first night in the new apartment. I'm alone as the roomie hasn't moved in yet, I have Jim Norton on Comedy Central, and I can hear the wind howling outside with the snow.
I've worked pretty hard for this and it feels great to see it come to fruition. I'm proud. And hopeful. Optimistic, even. Here's hoping this lasts at least as long as it's going to take me to re-alphabetize that record collection of mine.
As hilarious as this bit is, it doesn't do him justice. Check out Anthony Jeselnick's stand-up, if you're into the likes of Jim Norton, Ricky Jervais, and other brutal comics.
His brief set on episode one of Down and Dirty with Jim Norton might be a decent starter point. Y'know, if you don't mind jokes about AIDs, Jesus, suicide, or a few other offensive things. You have been warned.
It's also worth noting that this man will be on-stage at Bamboozle on May 2nd. That should go over well with the scene queens...
I've been working late and taking my work home with me for the past two weeks. These twelve-hour days are fucking me up, draining me. Luckily? The end is in sight.
But for now? I've fallen asleep on the train ride home two nights in a row with my headphones on. Both times I was awakened by a total stranger, simply letting me know (with a smile, might I add) that it was the last stop.
It's times like this that I wish I were more of a people-person. I mouthed a "thank you," and mustered a small smile. I then get nervous and retreat. Not only am I incapable of reaching out to a stranger with a friendly gesture, I'm apparently incapable of receiving such a gesture without some form of awkwardness.
While it's not the kind of thing that keeps me up at night, I really wish I could show some gratitude when somebody offers up kindness without mild panic striking me.
It's also worth mentioning that ten minutes prior to this taking place I was reading Jim Norton's "I Hate Your Guts." The chapter title? "Thanks a Latte." Har har. That guy is hilarious.