L.A.-Day 4
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I’m back in Virginia and my Ebola has mostly cleared up, meaning it’s time to write. Here are a few final stories and musings from my last two days in California.
I’ll level with you: I hate improv comedy. I mean, just look at those goons. Every single one of them is making an expression that makes me want to stab a broken fluorescent bulb into their anus or carotid artery. But if you’re ever in Los Angeles, you really should check out a performance at the Groundlings Theater.
The Groundlings are famous for churning out talent that goes on to achieve greatness. Phil Hartman, Will Ferrell and Jon Lovitz are all Groundlings alums, just to name a few. (So is Jimmy Fallon, but that’s like holding Godfather III against the first two films.) To make a long story short, I caught the Thursday night Cookin’ With Gas show and cannot remember the last time I was so impressed by the level of talent in front of me. Maya Rudolph was the most famous person performing, but there was also the bald geek from Community and the butterface from Reno 911!. Most impressive by far was Gary Anthony Williams, probably best known for his work on Malcom in the Middle. I can’t understand why this guy isn’t hugely famous. Besides the fact he’s incredibly overweight, black and doesn’t resort to screaming “git-r-done” for laughs. But yeah, other than that, he’s a star, baby!
Moments after getting dropped off at LAX, I saw a mass of cameras snapping away and filming footage of an attractive, if leathery, cougar and her miniature, gray-haired consort. It took me a few moments to identify her, but it was none other than Lisa Rinna being filmed for her reality show Harry Loves Lisa (I guess the gray Keebler Elf I saw was Harry). The two of them walked back and forth in front of me multiple times as I sat on the phone so that the footage of their return to LAX could be filmed from countless angles. If you watch the show and see a somewhat slimmer, more terroristy-looking Zach Galifianakis in the background of any of the LAX shots, it’s yours truly. Or one of Los Angeles’ 4,000,000 Armenians. Either way, lemme know.
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admin October 8, 2010
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reallyprofound on October 11, 2010
Good to have you back in the East, man. The Pacific Coast can only handle so much greasiness. Or was that greekiness? Either way.
The Davie St area of Vancouver’s downtown would definitely give Homo Alley in LA a run for its gay shekhels, btw.
Mrs Payrez on October 11, 2010
Richmond has a homosexual prostitution area. Less rainbow flags. More used condoms riddled with the AIDS laying about.
I bet you’ll definitely be coming down for Halloween now.