I didn't have time to do NaNoWriMo this year, so I decided to write another short story. It's an adventurous, silly little tale with no depth, no attempt at cohesion or realism or character development or sense or pretty much anything that makes a story "good". And, as always, no editing, proof-reading, or basic quality... Continue Reading →
I had a dream the other night, that made me wake in tears. Actual tears. Partially tears of sadness and mourning and loss. But also partially tears of immense joy and pride. For my whole adult life, I've been a ridiculously light sleeper, and thus I barely ever dream (or at least, barely ever remember... Continue Reading →
A lot of artists strive to become successful. Throughout their careers, they fight torrents of obstacles, from lack of funding and lack of support, to lack of inspiration and lack of public interest. But what is success in the arts? Is it money? Fame? Sell out tours? Or is it working hard, and knowing you've... Continue Reading →
Right now, I'm producing a show that will (hopefully) expose Wellington's best comedians to the rest of the world . Okay, it'll be a web series (so technically not a TV show), but we are putting EVERYTHING into this, to make it as professional (and expensive) as we can, so it might as well be a... Continue Reading →
This may seem a bit random... but I swear there's a homeless ghost in Petone (Wellington, NZ). And, no, this isn't a short story. Three times (not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES) in the past few weeks, I have walked past this guy and had nothing for him, but then I've gone back to... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, I wrote a post here, making an honest plea to the public to get off their butts and go see live entertainment (specifically, to go see ME make MY feeble attempts at live entertainment). I made my case, stating a wide-spread public ignorance towards the performing arts was to blame for the difficulty... Continue Reading →
Whoops. A couple of days ago, I noticed that a joke written on the packaging for rice pudding was a blatant rip-off of the well-loved (late) comedian, Mitch Hedberg. I took a photo and posted it on Twitter. Then it blew up. Like way up. Marc Maron, Doug Stanhope, and a host of other people from... Continue Reading →
My friend, Julz, retells a couple of a events that shine a pretty disappointing light on men.
Honestly, fellas… we can be better than this.
Walking home from a great night out at 2am. I was up early that morning getting ready for the weekend. I had worked a full day in a job that I’m still learning. I went straight from work to a comedy gig I performed at. I had a great time and to celebrate did some karaoke with my mates afterwards. Then out of nowhere it’s 2am and I was tired; dead tired all of a sudden. The energy was gone and I was sipping my cranberry juice half asleep at the bar.
I realised that I’d left my car in the carpark on Willis and I was on Allen. Fleetingly thought of calling a Taxi. “Don’t be ridiculous Julz.” I told myself. “Can’t call a taxi to take me to my car.” So I set off walking. My feet were killing me that day. It’s not usual for that to…
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Well, it seems I'm about to go and perform a lunchtime show at my old high school, Tawa College. Weird. Weird feeling. Really, really weird feeling. I haven't been there for (what is it now?) about 13 years, I think. That makes me feel old. Older than old. The oldest. Like I'm Father Time's... Continue Reading →