I just saw Transformers 2...a little disappointing. The title should've been, TRANSFORMERS: MEGAN FOX'S BOOBS BOUNCING IN SLOW-MOTION. I mean (as a nerd) I loved the effects, and I loved the old school robots that they brought to the movie. But some of it was just stupidly insulting.

I don't want to give anything away, but there's a scene with Sam's (Shia La-whatever his name is) mother that is so over the top stupid and ridiculous. The first movie, in my opinion, blended great special effects, action, story and 'believability' really well. But this movie just felt like the film makers said, "Hey, the first movie was a hit, we could do whatever we want with this one."

I'm sure it'll be #1 for a week or two, but then it will fall from shitty word of mouth. To be honest, I don't think I've seen a commercial for it with any reviews; not a good sign.

And again, we get it, Megan Fox is hot...stop showing her in skimpy outfits. As a nerd, I understand you need sex appeal...but not throughout the whole fucking movie! And why is EVERY college student in this movie hot? All but the "nerds" and the "one fat frat guy". Please.

OH, and another thing (man, what a rant). What the first movie did well was to have a movie that appealed to most audiences without going dirty. I think they had one or two curse words, this one had much, much more. "Shit", "Ass", "Balls" and even a "Pussy". Really guys? I know there's an uproar with the fans about the "Twins" who seem racist or, well, plain stupid. I am mixed with that. On the one hand, I can see why they would be called racist (I won't give anything away regarding how they're portrayed) but on the other hand, it was a good little comic relief.

I do understand that every movie needs humor and levity, but this movie (as I've said) just poured it on soooo fucking thick.

On a positive note about the movie, the effects are insane. And they do show more robotic emotions in this one. By that I mean they show a deeper relationship between the robots. I liked that, and (again) that they had some old school robots that I knew like Soundwave, Ravage, Constructicons and Wheelie. Oh, and a buddy of mine, John DiCrosta voiced a decepticon in the movie. Very, very cool.

wow, this has turned into a Transformer blog hasn't it?

OK, let's move on, shall we?

Boston has been a blast. Much thanks to those who came out to see me and Jamie. You guys were fantastic.

And Jamie's lady came out for a day as well, she is really, really sweet. And she even did a special favor for my mother...and don't go to the gutter you pervs. My mom is a big fan of their show, The Ghost Whisperer, so Jennifer made a little video saying hi for her. So cool of her. And after last nights' show (where Jennifer was there too) the crowds were so intense to meet and get pictures with them.

I swear, I have this weird mixed feeling. Like on one hand I can't imagine that reaction everytime you walk into a room, on the other...I REALLY WANT IT!!! :)

Of course that might just be my ego...hehehehe. Yeah it is.

But all in all, it was an amazing trip.

Not too much else to report, looking forward to having this week off, then after that I'm going to Florida for a few weeks to see my family and work at the Improv with Jamie and Pablo.

Alright kids, I'm outta here, talk to you later...and remember, go see Transformers and expect fun visuals and some stupid stories...oh, and Megan Fox's boobs.

6/25/09
Back at the airport on my way to Boston. Wasn't I just here? Yup.

I have had a few relaxing days with my girlfriend. I tell ya, I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to have someone who loves you and that you love too. As much as I bitched up to this point, it all seems worth it, you know?

OH, so listen to this...yes, it's a change of subject.

So I had mentioned on here how I was trying to find a place to stay for tonight, and that a friend of a friend was going to let me crash on their couch? So, I get an email yesterday from the manager of the hotel that I'm staying at starting tomorrow. He said he had read my blog and offered to let me stay at the hotel tonight without charging me. How amazingly cool is that!?

Not just that the manager is so nice for letting me stay, but that he read my blog. I guess more than a few family members of mine read this. How nice to know.

Shit, as long as I'm on a roll, let's try for some more wishful thinking:

I really could use a few thousand dollars for that car I want...oh, and I can't believe that I didn't get that lead roll in the new Will Ferrell movie...and hey, how's about that threesome with Megan Fox? Wouldn't that just be keen if that happened?

OK, I put it out there, let's see if the universe (or Megan Fox) reads my blog.

And speaking of Megan Fox, I still haven't seen Transformers 2 yet. I got invited to see a 3:15 am showing on Wednesday morning in Irvine, CA... but even I'm not that big of a geek...actually, that's not true. I'm just an older geek who knows that he'd fall asleep in the theater and worry about traffic going back to LA from Orange County at 6 in the morning.

I'll probably go and see that next week...along with Up, I hear that was amazing.

Time to board...later.

LATER THAT NIGHT, ON THE PLANE:

I'm half awake and half asleep now, really tired. But I'm thinking a lot about Michael Jackson, and his death. I mean seriously, it's the end of an era; the death of an icon.

A lot of people are comparing this to the death of Elvis, and I can definitely see why. This is the Elvis of my generation, and I know that I will remember where I was when I heard.

I feel a little bad because I twittered something a little...well wrong about his death. On one hand it is a sudden and tragic death, on the other...I'm a comedian, not to mention the guy who writes filthy/un-PC jokes for Skippy Greene.

Here's something that bothers me though; I was watching Larry King and he had as guests (via the phone) Celine Dion and Cher. Really? What's the point? They're not family, they're not doctors, they're celebrities. And what are they going to say that we wouldn't expect. All they said was pretty much, "Michael was a talent, and a genius and I feel so terribly for his family and friends." That's all they're going to say.

It's not like they'll say, "Michael's dead? Thank God! He was such a douchebag, good ridance!"

Sorry, like I said, I'm half asleep and surrounded by snorers.

Oh, another thing, they say that deaths happen in threes, but this the first time I can remember 3 of them happening so close. Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett and MJ. How pissed much Farrah's ghost be? Like she gets to heaven and she's expecting this big circus and there's only, like one valet to greet her. She's like, "Where is everyone?" "Oh, well, you kinda got bumped by Michael Jackson." "Are you shitting me!?"

Too soon?

Well, my laptop's almost out of battery, so I'm going to close'er up. Less than an hour and we'll be on the ground. I probably won't be in bed until after midnight Boston time. Hopefully I'll have one of those deep, deep sleeps. I really need it.

Oh, one last thing. I wonder how the headlines will read about the two big deaths. Cause the media always likes to have clever puns for big stories. Maybe Farrah's will be, "Heaven gets another angel", while Michael gets, "You beat it way too soon." Ya think?

OK, now I know I'm done...that was horrible. G'night.

6/23/09
I found out that Ed McMahon died today, and it's really a sad day for entertainment. He was a legend, and he will be missed.

I feel a special loss as well since I knew him on a slightly personal level. I appeared on his show and was actually at his house. He was a really nice, kind and funny guy, and I know the world will miss him.

Just re-watched that, and there are two things I can't get over. 1 - My hairline and 2 - Ed McMahon actually saying my name as the winner. So fucking surreal.

Bye Ed, we'll miss ya sir.

6/22/09
And so it goes, I'm at another airport on my way back home...for two days and then it's back to the airport to fly to Boston for 3 shows.

What an exciting life.

I had a good time at the festival this week. Hung out with some old friends, met some new ones and got to do some fun shows.

What I was really excited about was working on Skippy and fleshing out some new bits.

Actually, on Saturday night I did the last show and went up as myself and Skippy. It was the 'Dirty Show' and I was headlining as Skippy. Before I went to the show, however, one of my favorite movies was one, Man On The Moon. I loved Andy Kaufman for everything that he did. And especially his balls for going so deep into his characters, specifically Tony Clifton.

So having watched that movie, I felt extra charged for doing Skippy at this show.

Well the venue wasn't exactly ideal for comedy. The audience and the stage was divided by about 15 feet of dance floor; so scratch intimacy good-bye. The first few comics did alright, but the crowd still seemed a bit unruly and disjointed. I should also mention that this was a club/bar type of place. So there were people who just came there to drink and socialize (and there were people there to laugh as well). Then I went up and did alright. Everytime I got them on the chain, it was a struggle to keep them. Sometimes when a bit didn't work, I would almost have to start back from zero.

So I finished and the next comic went up. At that point I was thinking that I wouldn't do Skippy because they just didn't seem to be all there. But the other comics said that I should still do it and then I thought about Kaufman and I said, "Hey, Skippy Greene wouldn't be worried about a crowd. He would make them pay attention." So I changed and pretty much delved into the character and lost myself. I had a mission to get on that stage and do or die.

So they introduced Skippy and (in character) I walked up and began. And within 2 minutes...they were mine. I had them for the entire set. I got applause breaks and even sold some merchandise.

The one snaffu (that was for you Ally) was that during the set I accidentally referred to myself as "Flip"...Oops.

so it was a wonderful trip if only for that. To prove to myself that Skippy is this amazing character that can take an audience like that and rangle them in. Granted, I know, it has to be an audience who is expeacting that kind of comedy. As I learned last week in Irvine, if the audience is there on a Wednesday night to see a "regular comedy show", they're not Skippy's crowd. :)

Well, looks like we're getting ready to board, so I'm signing off kids.

Oh, and a very happy (one-day belated) Father's Day!

6/19/09
I'm about to go drive 2 hours to do a show here in Canada. To tell you the truth, I'm a bit pissed because there's a show right at the hotel I'm staying at, but they're sending me (and 2 other comics...who aren't from Canada) to drive ourselves to this road gig. I mean I'm getting paid to be here, but still, that sounds a bit stupid to do something like that.

Oh well, I'm having fun.

So anywho, I got a couch to crash on in Boston for that one day. So that's all good.

Fuck, I've got a headache and I'm afraid it's only going to get worse.

No Flip...no negative, only happy, positive thoughts.

There's a part of me that's afraid I'm bringing this headache on as an excuse not to do this gig. I'm such a whiney schmuck.

Well, gotta get ready to go. Later.

Oh, just to give you a clue how far north I am...this is what it looks like at 10:50 PM in Saskatoon, Canada.

Lovely, no. And the sun comes up at 4:30 AM...seriously.

6/14/09
I'm sitting in my hotel room in Saskatoon right now...exhausted. I just had some Dennys (always yummy at midnight) and am now winding down.

It was a long flight and for some reason I went an extra time zone east just to go back one time zone west. Whatever...

I am starting to stress about something else. Next week I'm working in Boston with Jamie and they are putting me up in a hotel for the showdays...but I'm coming in the day before (because I couldn't get a flight into Boston on the day of the show that would get me there in time for the show) and I have to find my own hotel for that day. But I'm coming in at 11:00 PM and almost every hotel is at least $150...so I'd be spending that money for less than 12 hours in a hotel. Well fuck that.

So I'm trying to find a comic's place that I can crash at. If there are any comics out there who have a couch I can sleep on for a few hours, I'd appreciate it.

Otherwise, things are good. I've been doing Skippy a lot lately and it's killing. I added something new in the show and it is working SO well.

Actually, I just posted a new video of Skippy, check it out:

Funny, no?

NO!? Well fuck you then!!! Oh...oh, you were agreeing with me. Sorry, my bad. Just tired.

So as I was saying, life is good. I'm in a great relationship now...it's weird but amazing. If you look back on this blog, you'll see that I lamented for so long about being lonely that it became almost something that was natural for me. But now that I have a wonderful girlfriend, I can't lament anymore.

OK, I'm tired so I'm off. Night.

6/10/09
I found out today that a comic and old friend of mine, Michael "Chicken" Roof passed away this week.

I haven't seen him in years, but I remember him fondly as being a funny, sweet and generous guy who had amazing talent. I remember when I was still living in Florida and people were already talking about him. "Have you seen Chicken? He's unbelievable."

When he came to my home club, he was only the opener, but the crowds loved him more than the headliner. He got a fucking standing ovation as an opener...what the fuck????

And I remember hanging with him in the comedy condo just talking and laughing, and we even we to an all night Walmart to fuck around.

Though I haven't seen or spoken to him in a long time, I really am saddened by his death.

It hurts even more to learn that he might've taken his own life...that really upsets me more. He was so vibrant and was the last person I'd ever think who would do that.

I'm sure wherever he his, he's being a crazy mother fucker and making the heavens shake with laughter.

We'll miss you Chicken.

6/6/09
I have been sleeping so late lately. I don't know why.

Today I woke up at noon...same thing yesterday. Some of you might be saying, "What the fuck are you complaining about you fuck!?" Well all I can tell you is that it makes me feel like shit.

I'm going to get up to go to the gym.

So what's been going on? Well Skippy went up twice last night and it went alright. I tried the new song on both shows and I think I'm finding the legs of the song now.

Got some things coming up, hoping they all work out. Keep those fingers crossed.

OK, fuck this, I'm getting out of bed.