I Agree With: The Kids of Comedy

I Agree With: The Kids of Comedy

Last week, I had the privilege of filming a hilarious high school improv group called Randomax. The Randomax were, what they call, random caroling. The troupe would burst into a class during the middle of the period and preform for about fifteen minutes. I had a wonderful time (sort of). They were hilarious, however there is a limit to the fun a person can have if he is responsible for monitoring 12 adrenaline-high teenagers as they run wildly through classrooms with the administrations' permission.

Wait -Who am I kidding? - It was a ridiculous amount of fun!

The best moment of the day happened fairly early. One of the guys was standing in a doorway screaming and yelling random animal noises into a classroom. I grabbed him and said, "Travis, you have to calm the crap down or someone will actually get upset." He immediately stopped, turned around, and softly said (as if he had never even been screaming at all),

"Joe. Joe. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I get in trouble all the time in school. I'm good at being bad."
He then turned back around and renewed his commitment to barking like a dog.

There's no substitute for the chaos of high school, I love my job.
Sidenote: Travis is in the picture above. He is the Tiger. This is not a joke - He's in the suit.



Want to learn improv? I teach, perform, and even take classes at an awesome theater called DSI. The Randomax will be there right after New Years!.

I Agree with: Marriage

I Agree with: Marriage

For years Donald has been trippin. It's about time Daisy put her foot down. And, told that old trifling duck, either she gets a ring or he gets gone. (a new video I made to show how it would go)

I Agree with: Bad Baby names.

I Agree with: Bad Baby names.

Tiffany and I are a couple of years out from our first kid/s (I hope). However, we think about what we'll name that amazing little person often. I would very much like to name a child Knife or Scar. This would be a terrible idea in praxis, however it would be fun for me. I think Tiffany and I may reach a tentative compromise on the names Phoenix (for a girl) and Battle (for a boy).

In all cases, I'm currently more interested in the bad names than the good ones. There's just something so awesome about a bad name. A bad name is the equivalent to a joke that lasts a persons whole life. Sure they don't think it's funny, but the rest of us do.

So I've compiled a list of what I consider the worst baby names I've heard or read about in a while. I'd love to hear your thoughts on my list and your own list, as well.

5 WORST Baby names

5. Lust
I'm not saying your daughter will grow up to be a stripper. Wait...that's exactly what I'm saying.

4. Yale
When you care enough, to ensure your kid grow up to be a tool.

3. Batman
If you want grand kids one day - just say no.

2. Judas
2000 years later people still haven't gotten over this one.

1. Wanna Towell pronounced "Wha-na Two-ell"
It's just stupid enough to get by.

I Agree With: Being Positive about Throwing Fire

I Agree With Being Positive about Throwing Fire

This morning one of my friends from college sent me a random YouTube video by a guy named Ronald Jenkees. I was not expecting anything impressive. I was wrong. I love it when people who don't fit the mold of popular society and culture succeed at doing things our society and culture highly value. Admittedly, I most frequently enjoy people who know how to be unique and possess enough social skills that our conversations do not become awkward. However, I like it best (in small amounts) when an individual has no idea how to fit in, yet is so good at something that I have no choice other than accept him or her.

This cat Ronald Jenkees is an oddball to say the least. However, I must admit this track is appropriately titled: Throwing Fire because oh my goodness it's hot.

I Agree With: Imagining what white people do at Christmas.

I Agree With: Imagining what white people do at Christmas.

When I was very young, my parents lived in some pretty bad neighborhoods. And, I didn't see almost anyone of another race until I was around 6. The only white people I saw, up till this point were tv, book, or Christmas Santa Clause at the mall. So, I thought all white people had Christmases like this. I know it sounds ridiculous now, but I was a little kid. Once my parents moved to the suburbs everything changed. I met white people and saw they have normal families and holidays, that are nothing like what you see on tv. Then I married my wife (who happens to be white) and met her family, and dang-it if they don't have this Christmas every year. It's strange, but you gotta love'm.