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ATTENTION PEONS!!!!

Its just another Tuesday at Rooftop Comedy.  Each member of the production team sits staring blankly at the computer screen, wondering if time could possibly pass any slower.  Then, a tired and somewhat delirious Emily Heller decides to send out an email in Medieval speak.  Boredom is averted, bursts of laughter fill the room at increasingly close intervals, and the rest my friends, is email history.

Emily H wrote:

GREETINGS from your benevolent overlord!!! The following ASPEN
clips have been programmed into this week’s episodes and need
to be produced. Can we can divide and conquer before Thursday?
Or as they said in ancient times: Thor’s day?

ALL HAIL ME
Emily
P.S. i didn’t get very much sleep last night
_______________________________________

blasphemy and the like…

Birbigila keeps audience wide-eyed in “Sleepwalk With Me”

Birbiglia On stage performing "Sleepwalk With Me."

Birbiglia On stage performing "Sleepwalk With Me."

I’m a big fan of Mike Birbiglila…add to that the ridiculously awesome reviews of his one man show at the Bleecker Street Theatre in New York City, and I’m on the verge of forgoing family Christmas presents to fly 5,000 miles and get a gander at this epic union of superb stand-up comedy and theatrical genius.

The best thing about good ol’ Birbigs is that he manages to poke fun at quintessential life experiences gone awry that most of us would consider grounds for mortification.  Birbiglia is able to humble his audience by relating to them as if he were divulging his innermost secrets to a close friend.  The Associated Press commends Bribiglia’s brilliance in this coming-of-age monologue as he “spins a self-deprecating account of awkwardness, procrastination and insecurity in the face of some of life’s most serious realities.”

Directed by Tony Award-winning Nathan Lane, “Sleepwalk With Me” was manifested over a four year period of Birbiglia’s life, which included his diagnosis with REM behavior disorder, which causes him to act out his dreams with a risk of harmful consequences.  As a result, he now dozes off in a special sleeping bag that restricts his movements.  With events like these that have impacted his life in imperative ways, Birbiglia has created and anecdotal, smart, and side-splitting show that the New York Times calls “simply perfect.”

“Sleepwalk With Me” runs through Jan. 18.  If you can catch him on Dec. 10 you are in for a treat:  A post-show segment entitled “Awkward 10 Minutes with Mike,” with special guest Ira Glass, host of one of my favorite NPR shows “This American Life.”

See our exclusive interview with Mike Birbiglia for Punchline Magazine here where Mike discusses “My Secret Public Journal,” his start in comedy, and “Sleepwalk With Me.”

Check out the official site of “Sleepwalk With Me“.

Here’s Lookin’ at you, Dad

Love/Hate Father’s Day weekend? Take a trip over to our website and check out the featured Father’s Day clips that will be up all weekend. These non-conventional daddies have great rants about their less-than-perfect wee ones, and fatherhood in general.

Ahh yes, it’s that time of year again. The third weekend in June when we commemorate the love we foster for our fathers – and why shouldn’t we? Dads rule. Dads paid for all the diapers we pooped in before we were potty trained. Dads read us bedtime stories and showed us how to use the “channel changer” to the TV so we could find the shows that had bullets and octane when we got home from elementary school. Dads are the ones we have to thank for our parents’ cabinets overflowing with embarrassing images from adolescent awkwardness that haven’t seen the sun since the day they were developed. Father’s Day is a yearly reminder of all the awesome and horrible things you learned from your dad, and for this he deserves your utmost thanks and praise.

More Father’s Day ruminations after the jump!

Girls Are Funny… and Rock Hard Too.


Ok, so I didn’t want this to seem like my first post was by some raging vagina, but it’s a fact… Women comics, and moreover females in general, get a lot of flack these days for their lack of hilarity. Whether we’re trying to do stand-up or not, it has become some sort of whack human universal that dudes are the funnier sex. Well rearrange your testosterone-fueled logic and hold onto your penises, because there are a lot damn funny girls out there, and some of them aren’t even trying to make me pee on myself.

Alright guys, I can see where you’re coming from. Your love for dick jokes overshadows any desire for a solid joke about a vagina. OH MY GOD, yeah I said it, VAGINA. I’m not going to say I don’t like a good dick joke every now and then, but the ratio of dick-to-vagina jokes is seriously skewed. What you need is a little perspective on how girls are taught to think and behave with elegant obedience, and a great way to do this would be by watching a movie packed with a sweet-n-sour punch. Its a documentary about an all-girls rock camp entitled Girls Rock!

The reasons that Girls Rock, after the jump!