
Hosted by Luke Allen, Stand Up Comic & Comedy Writer · EN

Im back on the boards with bench press, at least. I walked by the monitors at work and was aghast at my posture and form. A stranger amon-GUS. My sneeze shyness has reached unbearable levels. Rocha is on Dice's Instagram post, but Dice blocked me?? Chipotle AND The Crazy Chicken incompetence?? "Misbegotten LA Dates," round 2. The new Avengers trailer/movie oughta shampoo my crotch, but I rewatched Spider Man 3 (preparing for Spider Man 4) for the first time since opening weekend and still liked it/have thoughts about it.

I used to psyched for summer, now Im like, a bummer. Randomly caught up with one of the great champions of my limited and relatively uneventful AC/camera guy days, and I'm strug-a-leeng so bad I may have to return to it. I went on a Bumble date that went about how you would expect, and I ate Carls Jr three times in a 24hr period, which shows how well my "Im gonna stop drinking and go straight for a while" pledge is going.

The plastic bag junkie. Why are porn sites suddenly so obsessed with trying to convince us we want to fuck grannies? I had a real internet cataclysm recently, and I want to publicly flog the creator of YouTube like they flog Mikey Burns in The Proposition. (And the owner of Celtx immediately after. Goodbye, dozens of scripts, shorts, etc) I had my first week back in the gym in a while, and it went about as pleasantly as you'd expect. I had quite a weekend of cavorting with Misters Bowers and Rocha, and I went to see Motor City so you don't have to. Lou from Sick Of It All died, and it's the saddest thing conceivable. (Several urban wild animals distracted the shit out of me this episode while I was sitting in my car, please forgive me)

Maybe I was friends with a werewolf! I didn't even watch The Odyssey, and I still manage to complain about it for 25 minutes. (Im really evolving!) I spent a lovely Saturday in scenic Simi Valley, mostly to get my tootsies evaluated.

I took the Panda Express...elevator to hell. Ive had it with "Wes Anderson Robert Eggers" already. (There's a new Wolfman movie coming; start yacht-shopping NOW, Hollywood execs! Prepare for a financial windfall!) I give my thoughts on two new trailers, "Digger" and "I Play Rocky." I talk about how "nothing works like it's supposed to, ever" anymore. I watched the Dark Wizard doc on HBO and had thoughts about it, and I cried like Jon Bernthal playing the Punisher. I went to see Blow Out at the Academ Myuze-zayam, and I also went to see Hudson Hawk with all of my favorite writers in the same room hosting a Q&A. Of course I tried to talk to them afterwards, and generally failed miserably.

I both celebrate and ruminate about the man responsible for bringing us the Taco Bell Dorito hard shell taco shell. What was his journey like? What sorts of obstacles and challenges did he face to bring us this modern miracle? I also celebrate and ruminate about the resounding and moderately fascinating abject failure of the Supergirl movie, and how no one will learn a single thing from it. You celebrated the 250th anniversary, I but observed a 6th anniversary. I then regale you with tales of my wild July 4th weekend, cavorting with famous(ish) comedians but witnessing a fresh outrage in the Los Angeles comedy scene: the rise and spread of "hot chick comedy." I spent July 4th in 1988 California, and the rest of the weekend traveling down California's inimitable coastline, while realizing how profoundly liberals have denigrated this beautiful state.

"I'm very ANGRY, Ralph." I don't know why, but I'm in a terribly tempestuous mood this episode. I didn't have a bad day or anything, but once I got going it was like too much negative energy, like my man Puff say. Anyways, I tell you about another near road rage incident that was a fine reminder of why I should always stay strapped, and I never get to lay back, cause I gotta worry bout the payback, some punk that I roughed up WAY back, comin back after all these years; rat a tat tat tat tat – that's the way it is. You won't believe this, but I totally predicted that the Supergirl movie would be (yet another) colossal failure. But don't worry, some "right wing" type movies are ALSO coming out to further stink up the cultural lexicon! Shia LaBeouf? More like Shia ReBUFF. Gret Fitzsimmons said something that really annoyed me on his podcast and I had to complain about it. I add another brick to my new wall of the "Jerry Seinfeld is an asshole" metaphorical house I'm building. I (basically) did my first stand up show in years, and I tell you how that went. (Take a guess)

I'm less afraid of vampires than I am of men who will walk around the men's locker room in a public gym in their bare feet. Costco pizza is legitimately hazardous for your health. I'm getting "Tim Walz face" and I'm not happy about it. Fuck the Hustons, the Gables, and most likely the Millers, too. (But I'm still trying) I watched the Deadwood movie, and mostly wished I hadn't. Did I put up 280 on bench press?? You'll have to listen to find out! Hurry! My amigo(?) Dusty and Mrs Dusty came to town on Saturday night, and Mr. Rocha and I regaled them with a comedy show AND a VIP Comedy Store experience. It pays to be a fan of THIS show, I tell ya!

I'm adjusting to this drastic change in lifestyle at my advanced age, and hopefully you won't have to hear too much more about it, or the agony of de-feet. I tell you about the "scene from Midnight Express" showers I experienced at my new primary gym, LA Fitness in the deep valley. I've about had it with Jerry Seinfeld and his imperious, haughty attitude. The real question is "why hasn't anyone else," and when will someone have the balls to tell him to shut the fuck up, or kiss their ass? He even made a monkey out of Adam Carolla. I finished up Deadwood and had some thoughts about the series. I saw the lil indie hit "Tuner," and I also saw Masters Of The Universe. I really liked it, but you can rest assured I manage to spend way more time complaining about it than complimenting it, because I'm an ass.

Why doesn't technology ever just work like it's supposed to? I might have accidentally gotten Mark Normand's ass kicked. I mention the benchin'. I had a couple of margaratias that could take the paint off a tractor on Saturday, and Sunday I drank enough whiskey to slow an Irishman at the Vinnie Stigma/Outlaw Vinnie Stigma show in Long Beach. (Which was a hoot) I went to see the Hallways movie.