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Monday, July 31, 2006

Tuesday night entertainment to fill that gaping hole inside you with laughter, hilarity and blankets

I’m not sure but I think I accidentally inserted one of the members of mini-KISS into my vagina this morning.

The nice thing is he’s incredibly breathable.

...Come out *TONIGHT* to the one, the only La Boca!

This show will not only blow your mind it will shag your wife, pick up your kids and tell your boss exactly what you think of him.

Damn! That's a lot of show!

Tuesday, August 1
La Boca @ The Limerick House
9 pm - Free
69 23rd St. @ Sixth Ave.
(F to 23rd, across from the Best Buy and rubbing elbows with the Dunkin’ Donuts)

If you come, please remember to ask: “Have you seen mini-Criss? We've been looking for him everywhere.”

That will be “our code”!


Sunday, July 30, 2006


Sparky


Turns out I'm not the only one who caught my mom doing some guy on the net!

All things considered, I think Trinidad Randle is handling it remarkably well.

Nothing tells the world, "I'm not going to let family problems get me down!" quite like a follow-up email about "black cheating cock interracial sucking wife."

You break down those boundaries, Trinidad.

You do whatever you need to do.



Radicorn


Saturday, July 29, 2006

Jokes and jokes and jokes and jokes

Come to these shows, my friends, and find the answers you've been looking for.

Tuesday, August 1
La Boca @ The Limerick House
9 pm - Free
69 23rd St.
(F to 23rd)

Tuesday, August 8
The Rejection Show @ Mo Pitkins
7:30 pm - $8
34 Avenue A
(F to 2nd Ave.)
Buy tickets
Lineup: Don't have it. But if all goes according to plan, I will at some point convince Jon Friedman to eat an entire jar of peanut butter for $100. I also hear Joe Grossman will be doing rejected jokes from Letterman.

Thursday, August 17
The Other Talent Show (hosted by Michelle Collins and Jon Friedman) @ Mo Pitkins
9:30 pm - $6
34 Avenue A
(F to 2nd Ave.)
Lineup: Andres duBouchet, Laura Dawn, Ze Frank, Julie Klausner, Nick Krohl, John Mulaney, Mandy Stadtmiller

Monday, August 28
Monday Evening Standup (hosted by Jen Dziura) @ Pete's Candy Store
7:30 pm - Free
709 Lorimer St., Williamsburg
(F to 14th, L to Lorimer)
Lineup: Greg Barris, Mike Burns, Michelle Buteau, Dustin D'Addato, Greg Morabito, Mandy Stadtmiller

Thursday, August 31
The $1 Room @ The Telephone Bar
9 pm - $1
149 2nd Ave.
(F to 2nd Ave.)

Thursday, September 7
The Brothel @ Julep's Sexy Basement Lounge
8 pm - Free
9 Avenue A
(F to 2nd Ave.)

Lineup: Randy Epley, writer for Cracked Magazine, George Lazarou, Mandy Stadtmiller


Thursday, July 27, 2006


Writer in a blog pose


America's got talent

1) I coined a new word today as I was writing in my Gay Little Diary, and by gay I mean otherworldly and designed by a power and hand greater than my own.

"He is a chump," I wrote. "A tool."

For handy reference, that's:

chool (n): a chump, a tool.

Ex: He is a chump, a tool.

2) I updated a comedy thesis I've held fast to for quite some time. Inspired by the popularity of Cat in a T-shirt, I've revisited my longheld stance that chick punching is the new racial humor. I'm going to go on record here and say that cats are the new chick punching.

3) I've decided I'm going to get a boob job made of feathers.


My summer of Craigslist lovin'


Care to be my empress?


Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Cat in a T-shirt


The best thing that's happened in my life so far

I write a Craigslist personals ad for my friend.

It's okay. It's an okay ad.

My friend agrees to meet with one of the men who reply. That is the deal. Fine. She chooses the one who describes himself as "crazy smart." A worrisome sign, I think, but fine. Maybe he is.

Finally. It's the day of the date. It is the day of the mutually agreed upon date for drinks. It's fun. It's fun the way getting ready for prom is fun. My friend is excited. She's got her date hair. She's got her date outfit. She's talking about date things.

Time passes.

It's 4 p.m. "I think I may be getting stood up," she updates me. "I still haven't heard from him." There's a palpable feeling of lameness in the air.

I tell her of also getting stood up by a Craigslist douche. We laugh.

Time passes.

She gets an email. He forgot.

Then this picture arrives somehow. This picture of a cat, the most perfect picture really, of a cat in a T-shirt identified as such in an email with the subject line, "Cat in a T-shirt." Her brother took the picture. The best part, she tells me "is it's not just an Internet cat. This is a cat across the street from my brother."

It's probably one of the most amazing pictures of a cat in a T-shirt ever taken.

Time passes.

There is the question of the douche. How to respond. Does she give him another chance. "Fuck that," another friend offers. Agreed. But still. What should she do.

"Email him the cat," I say. "The picture of the cat."

"Just the picture," she says. "Yes," I say, "just the picture. No explanation."

She does.

Time passes.

Finally. There is one new message. The reply is what you might expect. Somewhat quizzical, but friendly, probing. "Where," it says, "is that picture from?"

Fine. Fair enough. But now there is the new question. The new question of how to respond to the douche's new reply.

"Send it to him again," I say.

"The same picture," she says. "The same picture," I say.

I don't think I have ever been so excited about anything before in my life.

Time passes.

It is time to check the email in-box again. There is one new message.

"Are those," he writes, "your animals?"

**AUTHOR'S AFTERWORD**

Thanks. Thanks for reading this story. Now, I'd like to tell you, this was a wonderful experience for so many reasons I probably don't need to explain. But, I think what made it the perfect experience was the idea that this guy, this guy with the baseball cap that covered something on his forehead that he didn't like, this guy who blew off my friend for no good reason, is now most certainly overwhelmed. Overwhelmed, obviously, by a veritable spectrum of emotions, ranging from amusement to pity to confusion to fear to intrigue to the perfectly logical belief that he now has a psychotic Cathy cartoon on his hands.

It was his ginger delicacy, the flourish of patronization, the light brush of kindness with which you treat the slow that was implied in every syllable of his second response that made it so great.

"Are those your animals?"

The fun, the great fun, was knowing that he was wondering, his fingers nervously, hesitantly typing on the keyboard with the trepidation with which one might reply to a pissed-off Kim Jong-il trying drag for the first time, exactly how to reply to this poor woman who didn't know how to deal with being stood up.

"Are those your animals?"

Because let's face it. It was code.

It was code for the dialogue he was having within himself as he fully imagined her life, a life filled with rare and beautiful Precious Moments figurines, slavishly saved for, purchased and positionedeven though she's plum run out of space on the coffee table near the TV stand near the TV trays (one day I'll buy real furniture! aaaaaacccckkk!). The autographed copy of the Special Director's Cut Extended Edition DVD of "Beaches" she bought one madcap, let's-go-for-it!-fueled night on eBay after an extra helping of Entenmann's orange sunshine cake and too much cherry diet Dr. Pepper. The stack of clipped Dilbert cartoons resting precariously near the teddy bear collection pouring onto the mishmash of self-help books (one day I'll get organized! aaaaackkkk!). The awkward and indignant and at this point no one close to her really wants to bring it up anymore trading of Beanie Babies dolls that continues long after the collectors' magazines begin coming sporadically and then bimonthly and then simply not all. And finally. More than anything else, a life touchedmade deeper, the way sadness makes everything deeperby betrayal. A crazy wide-eyed betrayal (oh don't even get me started!) that this great nation may have given up on "America's Funniest Home Videos" long, long, long ago but she sure as fudgesicles will not.

"Are those your animals?"

It was code. It was code for, "Are those your friends?"

And it was so wonderful to imagine him picturing her child-like, lollipop-sucking naivetee, her grubby tiny-fingered wilfulness, her sand-kicking insistence that he should very well understand the message being sent to him by this picture of a Cat in a T-shirt.

I like to think of him. I like to think of him trying to stop thinking about the Cat in the T-shirt, then thinking about it some more, then managing successfully to stop thinking about it for a while, and then finally deciding that the message was in fact so very clear. It had been clear all along. It was her wayher most special, most super snugly, most laced up with a ribbon on top cozy nighttime jammies wayof saying, "Oh gosh. Don't you worry about me, mister! I think I will find plenty to keep me occupied tonight."



Yo momma so lazy even her trash got crutches


We are living

in The Golden Age of the Insult.

(Thanks to Mr. Don Rickles, Mr. Triumph the Insult Comic Dog, Mr. Jeffrey Ross, Mr. Joel McHale, Mr. K.P. Anderson, Ms. Joy Behar, and Ms. Lisa Lampanelli.)


Sunday, July 23, 2006

Oh yeah



Saturday, July 22, 2006


City


What you are doing Monday

If you are in town, come! If you are not in town, tell others to come! If you are that creepy stalker guy from Pennsylvania, you are totally right—we do have a special connection that no one else understands!

***

I'll be performing tomorrow night (Monday) at WYSIWYG's "Summer of Love" show, talking about my Craigslist rampage last summer inspired by this super-classy personal ad I posted:

...Are you 29 or older, 6' or taller, professional, intelligent, scored higher than 1350 on your SAT or ACT equivalent? I would like to have a drink with someone tonight and flirt for an hour, from say 6:30 to 7:30. Maybe we could make out for a bit if we're into each other but you know we might not be. I'm tall (6'2"), attractive enough to have dabbled in modeling when I was younger, blonde, skinny, and soon to be divorced. And what a rack! No, not really. Decent rack. If I were a rack-rater I'd give it an 8 on a scale of racktastic to racktacular. I don't have time for elaborate conversations as I have to get some shit done, but if you are clever and good looking (I've had this Vince Vaughn in "Wedding Crashers," Brad Pitt in "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" fetish in the porn loop in my brain lately), then send me an email with a picture, and we'll figure this thing out.

...

WOW.

What a dick!

It's going to be great. The full lineup is pretty dope.

Details below. See you there.

The WYSIWYG Talent Show's "Summer Lovin'" performs Monday, July 24, at Bowery Poetry Club (308 Bowery between Bleecker and Houston). Doors open at 7:30 p.m., show at 8 p.m. Tickets are $7 at the door. For more information visit www.wysiwygtalentshow.org, www.bowerypoetry.com or call (212) 614-0505.

With performances by:

* Dan Allen (http://www.taoofdan.com)
* Mandy Stadtmiller (http://bloggymcblogalot.blogspot.com/)
* Rives (http://shopliftwindchimes.com/)
* Blaise K. (http://bazima.com)
* Shappy Seasholtz (http://www.uncleshappy.com/diary.htm)
* Sarah Kelly (http://somnambulisme.livejournal.com/)



The great Buress


My shitty mic technique is unstoppable


Chicks and Giggles video including this one awesome moment when my hair flips up right when I tell my classy retard joke


Thursday, July 20, 2006


Make yourself comfortable


Viral



Wednesday, July 19, 2006


Thanks, Brian Van


Just when you think no one cares

Jailbait on East Timor Benefit Album wants to be your friend.

Thanks for the add, Jailbait on East Timor. Thanks for the add.

Which reminds me, thanks to Mackenzie, I enjoyed today what is quite possibly the best Web site comment of all time on everyone's favorite go-to Internet portal Cats That Look Like Hitler:

"yo dude your site is kinda gay, no offence butthe catrs dont look enough like hitler."

If I had a nickel for every time I tried to break that uncomfortable truth to a family member.

Which reminds me, thanks to everyone who came out to Chicks and Giggles last night. It was a great show, the room was incredible, Carolyn rocked the house as always, and the comics were all fantastic. Will be posting a video from the show very soon.

Which reminds me, I passed by a business tonight and for two exquisite seconds thought the sign outside read: "Chinese-Americans are back!"

Sadly, it actually read: "Chinese-American Bank."

But in my heart, I'm going to let it serve as a reminder that Chinese-Americans are, in fact, arumpabump back. Happened right about the same time low-rise jeans went out and Thai fusion sushi finally had its Icarus-like moment in the sun.

(The son of Daedalus: In or out? Your cats don't look enough like they escaped from Crete. Sorry.)

Which reminds me, while mandystadtmiller.com is not yet off the ground (although the kittens keep getting more and more and more and then a little less and then more and then less and then more and then a little less and then it stays the same for a while and then more and more adorable), I have finally decided to get my act together to create Her Very First mailing list. Instructions are coming soon for how to join "The cool kids e-letter rad-zine," but in the meantime you can add me here. And then please. Add Jaibait for East Timor Benefit Album.

Because I don't think of it as MySpace. I think of it as OurSpace.


Tuesday, July 18, 2006


Self-explanatory


It's like grandma always used to say

It's not the heat, it's the homeless guy who just crapped his pants on the G train.



Seriously


What you are doing tonight

Going to the fabulous Chicks and Giggles produced by the fabulous Nichelle and Carolyn at the fabulous Mo Pitkins:

Tuesday, 8 p.m.
*Free*
Mo Pitkins (in Sadies Lounge, second floor)
34 Avenue A
(F train to Second Avenue, east on East 1st, left on Avenue A)

Mandy Stadtmiller (New York Post)

Rebecca Ciletti (School Night @ UCB)

Heather Fink (Hoboken Comedy Night)

Jess Wood (BET)

Val Kappa (Premium Blend)

...And musical guest Kristen Plater!



Saturday, July 15, 2006


Happened so fa-aa-ast


A couple goals in my life have been realized

1) I've been emailing regularly with Marc "Skippy" Price.

2) Someone reached my blog yesterday by Googling MySpace and "sharing is caring."

3) I was finally referred to by my preferred name "Snowbizzlebaby" in a press release. Sadly, this also reminds me that I actually need to write the story I'm going to perform at the event.

Here's where you come into play, blogpals, in what I'm going to regard as my first ever open-source, random flux, community-directed, Philip K. Dickian participatory writing event, which I'll count as goal number 7 (with goals number 4-6 being seeing "Devil Wears Prada," actually making it through "Devil Wears Prada," and bellylaughing during "Devil Wears Prada" when the grizzled, seen-it-all newspaper editor taps one of the adorable young journalista's perky little clips in his hands and says, "Now this story you wrote on the janitors' union...this is exactly what we're looking for.")

So. If you think I should write about...

a) My brief pre-divorce reign of sluttiness when I went on a Craigslist rampage last summer which finally came to an end by me telling the first nice guy that I made out with at a wedding in Seattle, "I'm sorry but my reign of sluttiness ended yesterday."

...then email me with the subject line, "Fuck you."

b) The guy I dated when I was home from college one summer when I was like 18 or something and he was like 85 or something who looked like a slightly bloated but still pretty hot 30ish Kurt Cobain who kept trying to get me to do acid but I wouldn't, don't worry mom, I didn't do that until my junior year, and then we went camping this one time and fooled around to Bob Marley in a stinky tent and that was all right but mostly he was just kind of boring and then there was this one time that we were making out in the hot tub and that song "Sweet Jane" came on and he looked at me with total romantic gravitas and said, "You can suck my dick now," and I was like, "I don't really like this song."

...then email me with the subject line, "No really, fuck you."

c) The cute police officer on the F train tonight who changed the tone of my journal writing from "You are not alone, you have yourself" to "Ahmed the cop just got on the train, Ahmed the cop is pretty hot" which inspired me to bet that if I was able to withdraw my business card before my stop it must be fate and what do you know, I had one left in my wallet and barely enough time to slip it into Ahmed's hot little hand with nary a word spoken but the knowledge in both of our hearts and minds that perhaps one day our love might just be the thing to bring us together as a nation of people who are blind, that's right blind, to who is black, who is white, who is Christian, who is Muslim, who is civilian, and who is hot cop.

...then email me with the subject line, "You have found a husband in Ahmed."

Here's the line-up for WYSIWYG. It's going to be awesome. I saw Shappy once in Chicago and he blew me away. I also once had a dream about a superhero dog named Shappy that was a poodle and wore a Letterman's jacket.

***

The WYSIWYG Talent Show’s “Summer Lovin’” performs Monday, July 24, at Bowery Poetry Club (308 Bowery between Bleecker and Houston). Doors open at 7:30 p.m., show at 8 p.m. Tickets are $7 at the door. For more information visit www.wysiwygtalentshow.org, www.bowerypoetry.com or call (212) 614-0505.

With performances by:

* Dan Allen (http://www.taoofdan.com)
* Mandy Stadtmiller (http://bloggymcblogalot.blogspot.com/)
* Rives (http://shopliftwindchimes.com/)
* Blaise K. (http://bazima.com)
* Shappy Seasholtz (http://www.uncleshappy.com/diary.htm)
* Sarah Kelly (http://somnambulisme.livejournal.com/)

About the performers:

Dan Allen is a NYC-based comedian, writer, and creator of the very popular website, taoofdan.com. He has appeared on Comedy Central’s “Premium Blend,” has received long form improvisational training from Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre, and performs regularly at The Comic Strip. He is also a regular contributor to Us Weekly’s “Fashion Police.”

Mandy Stadtmiller (bloggymcblogalot.blogspot.com) was recently called Snowbizzlebaby by a seven-foot-tall black man approaching her from half a block away. It is now the only name to which she responds. She has been published in The Washington Post, The Los Angeles Times, The Village Voice, The Ft. Lauderdale Sun-Sentinel, and The Des Moines Register, and is currently a staff writer at The New York Post. She does stand-up comedy around the city. It is quite awkward for everyone involved.

Rives (shopliftwindchimes.com) has appeared on the last three seasons of HBO’s“Def Poetry Jam,” and was a cast member of the Def Poetry Jam international touring group. He was an Individual Finalist at the 2002 and 2004 National Poetry Slams, and his team, Team Hollywood, won the national title in 2004, as seen in the documentary Slam Planet. Originally trained as a “paper engineer,” Rives has designed and written several pop-up books for children, available from Simon & Schuster.

As of this writing (July 2006) veteran blogger Blaise K (www.bazima.com) has three careers: writing, design and photography. Her written work has been published in four online magazines, one print magazine, and one newspaper, and she has been written up favorably in four newspapers, one British magazine and one newsletter for young orthodox Jews who live in Toronto. She has two websites, one blog, five cameras, four wigs, and two signature karaoke songs. She has been 29 since 2002, and single for approximately 180 days and is thusly available for parties and rebounding. She performs often and eight times out of 10 she’s pretty funny.

Shappy Seasholtz (uncleshappy.com/diary.htm) toured with Lollapalooza 1994, has performed at nearly every South by Southwest for the last eight years, appeared in the Chicago Comedy Festival and at the legendary Second City, competed at a National Poetry Slam, and had two books published, including Little Book of Ass, which won a Firecracker Award for best poetry. He also has a CD called Poet/Comedian/Asshole. Shappy resides in NYC, where he can be found bartending at the Bowery Poetry Club. In his spare time Shappy plays Scrabble with his super-hot girlfriend and dreams of one day owning a crime-solving wiener dog named Wallingford.

Sarah Kelly (somnambulisme.livejournal.com/) is a writer, musician, social worker, and a liar. Her prodigious career began in 1983 when she formed The Executioners, a brother/sister team known for their wild on- and off-stage antics and reenactments of popular music videos. Since then she has moved on to many other creative endeavors, most of which she never completes. In May of 2005 after coming to the realization that she was lazy and that she also had a lot of feelings inside her heart, she began to live her life by the philosophy of “I don't know.” She enjoys popsicles and crosswords.


Thursday, July 13, 2006


Hot pants


Her-story

The Great Depression had its moments, but I cannot wait for the Great Bipolar Disorder.



Delicate flower


And this is how it happens in Hollywood

Re: Roger Paul

Hi, mrs miller How are you? I like your story. Do you know and PR Agents? I wanna talk to someone.



Bloom county


Who reps Skippy, Screech and J.J.?

The singular Roger Paul.



Charm school


Dy-no-mite

...WYSIWYG has been rescheduled for July 24.

Am also doing The Rejection Show August 8 and The Brothel September 7.


Thursday, July 6, 2006


Pirate menopause for dummies


Correction

The most, most important thing ayyyye have ever written.



Onions


One hit




Get


Everything you wanted to know

about my killer social life but were afraid to ask.


Wednesday, July 5, 2006


This is the day the teddy bears have their picnic


City

of million dollar dreams



Fireworks


Getting hot pics from a 23-year-old Minnesotan on MySpace is a lot more work than you might think

John: I just wanted to say you are gorgeous. I especially love those eyes of yours. I would love to chat with you and show you some hot pics of me if you are interested.

Me: You can email aforementioned hot pics to mynameismandy@gmail.com.

Best regards,
Mandy

John: hey mandy...i would love to chat with you..do you have yahoo or aim messenger? i would also love to show you some pics...hope to talk to you soon

Me: Hey John, Sorry, I just have so little time to chat...but wanted to follow up about those hot pics.

Best regards,
Mandy Stadtmiller

John: hey mandy...i still have some pics waiting for you.....do you have yahoo messenger?

Me: I really feel I must see the hot pics first. Unfortunately, I don't think I am flexible on this point.

Best regards,
Mandy Stadtmiller

John: i have no way of sending you hot pics unless you have instant messenger of some kind.

Me: I'm going to be straight with you, John. I fear that so much "buzz" has been built around the hot pics in question that this might serve to potentially cloud my judgement of the pics' intrinsic hot qualities. This potential turn of events would be unfair to not only the two of us but more importantly, to the hot pics. No one wants that. I propose we let things cool off for a few days and then resume discussions.

Best regards,
Mandy Stadtmiller



Mission Adorable 3


Ripped from the headlines

Keira Knightley: "I'm not anorexic."

Kirstie Alley: "Dude. Me neither."


Tuesday, July 4, 2006


Beard buddies


Figured it out

YouTube

MySpace

World, I present to you:

OurBucket

...Who's in?


Sunday, July 2, 2006


Thanks, Carla Roley


Incoming

Will be doing:

...The WYSIWYG Talent Show @ Bowery Poetry Club, July 25, 8 p.m.

...The Other Talent Show @ Mo Pitkins, August 17, 9:30 p.m.

...Monday Evening Standup @ Pete's Candy Store, August 28, 7:30 p.m.

...Your mother, tonight.



Butternut


The always hilarious

Jim Gaffigan and his extra hilarious Pale Force. Don't just think, yeah yeah right yeah sure right yeah. Watch episodes 1-3. It's really worth it.

Sorry to be so bossy.


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