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So my Thursday show was full of superfun. Katie Reiznor (roar!) came to watch me, and Andrea and Jill dropped by, even though they missed my set. Andrea would have liked my material more this time around though, since I talked a lot less about internet porn. I decided that those jokes were too easy, especially the Paris Hilton one. I mean, really. I can't possibly get more hack than that. I could maybe retool the Scott Stapp one, but it would need an overhaul.

Anyway, I went on right at the end of the show, but the audience was still pretty active. This was the first time my hand didn't shake violently when holding the mic, so that was good. I even began to feel a bit comfortable onstage, which was very exciting. My exclamation bit didn't work, since most people didn't get what I was referring to, but I think it will still go over very well in a younger crowd. My joke about Asian friends got that great slow-burn laugh, where you chuckle a bit and then think about it a bit more and laugh louder and louder until you make Kent feel like a Nordic deity. It's nice when a joke I just wrote is good enough to perform again without revision.

I talked to the videographer, so I am getting a DVD of the show sent to me sometime soon. I will promptly post it here so you can see me actually not suck. Maybe someday I can put up my video of sucking it up in front of all my friends with bad jokes. Not this year, though.

On a side note, I have decided that I want to have a more inventive, less booze-filled year this year, based on the guiding principle of the New Sincerity. I will explain in a later post.