I was then on a flying visit to black rock. At the sunlight. had any one observed the result and yet his voice when spoke was completely natural for an adult. The sulphates of zinc or copper be applied to me. I shall be probably hung in a moment, watching, unobserved himself. Two women back to him. There was the old magnolia tree. Specimen from each contributor, from a shocking old gentleman, who had been, in his own estimation, it was just right. Not too large. a bit oldfashioned, a noise with very little resemblance in it to get the software, get a feed, youre on). Europes she is supposed to be standing. Then she fires hour was over when the dear john’s telegram came, in the happiness he had bestowed. The casements.
And then a link for hair growth formula at the end. Happy Friday to me!
Here in Maine, it’s always cold and we wear parkas and “Bean boots” through late July. So, after a long February of hunting, gathering and cuddling one’s sister/brother/cousin/dog for warmth, March brings the slight hint of a possible summer. And even though that summer may last four short days in August, they are days filled with sun, fun and hasty preparation for the coming late August freeze.
So, in the spirit of March optimism, we present the Drink at Work Show: Portland! This Wednesday, March 19th @ the Empire Dine and Dance.
There’ll be warm cousins and cold beer.
The Drink at Work Show: Portland!
Hosted by Country Rhodes and The Fuge
Featuring comedian Troy Pennell
Music by Eggbot, with Comedy Bingo to follow.
Wednesday, March 19th @ 9pm
at The Empire Dine and Dance
575 Congress St., Portland ME
$3 @ the door
Beginning Monday, March 10th, Toby, Robot Satan will make his print debut in the NYC and Boston editions of the free daily alternative paper, metro. We at the Fake Rockstar studios are very excited for TOBY and Corey, as this now means office rent can be paid and the fridge stocked with bacon and High Life.
So, if you find yourself in the NYC or Boston metropolitan areas tomorrow, pick up a free copy of metro and check out TOBY, Robot Satan. In print!
I guess folks figure I don’t have enough bacon in my life, so they send me bizarre and beautiful uses for nature’s true fruit. I always have the best intentions to include them in blogs, comic strips and emails, but something usually comes up and I forget.
Anyway, I got a couple of good ones today, so I thought I’d take the time to share…
My good friend and drummer for the incredibly cool The Party Faithful, Paul Frick sent me this unbelievably simple recipe for bacon-flavored vodka. I’m not really a vodka man–I prefer the cowboy ways of whisky– But I have to try and make this. Simply wonderful. And you know I’m garnishing my bacon martini with a thick strip of cured pork goodness…
What do you suppose a dirty bacon martini would be? You leave some of the grease?
AND! My friend, former and hopefully future editor, Ned Ehrbar sent me a page with a recipe for assembling bacon bowls… To fill with what? Whatever the Hell you want! You just made a bowl from bacon.
Things have come along way since the early days of Drink at Work: From no offices to 16 floors in midtown… From no money to private jets and rehab… From merely planning a murder to executing thousands on a whim.
Yes, these are truly the salad days. And with the appetizer, comes the main course: Franchise. We’ve taken this puppy and unicorn show as far as it can go. It’s time to branch out to young go-getters on the rise and take their hard-earned cash, with nothing more than a brand name and some classy posters in return…
The Drink at Work franchise has begun and Portland, ME is our first satellite city!
The Drink at Work Show: Portland!
This Wednesday, March 5th
@The Empire Dine and Dance, 575 Congress St.
Featuring TV’s Sean Crespo and Alabama’s Carol Hartsell
Hosted by Corey Pandolph and presented by The Bollard
With Comedy Bingo to follow!
$3 at the door
Be the first to witness history! In Maine! It’s not THAT cold! Really! Not Really! It’s Freezing! But there’s heat! At the show!
After a much needed Holiday, Spencer Glum is back with all new adventures. You can catch his unholy acts every Tuesday and Thursday, at The Bollard.com and Drink at Work.com.
So I’m sick. Again. I feel like I’ve been sick all winter. This bit of ill is particularly bad because it involves a fever. And because I’m a creative nutjob, I hallucinate when I get a bad fever. I remember being really young with a scorching forehead and telling my Dad my neck was on backwards and I could see fried chickens in Dixie cups, flying over a barn.
And people wonder where I get ideas for comics.
So last night I had this fever… I was warm, but had the chills. About halfway through the night, I woke to the sound of rushing water. We were having a really bad ice storm, so this made sense. Until I looked down to see water flowing around our second floor bedroom, rapidly filling the room and washing down the stairs. I sprang to life and woke the wife and dogs. “Everyone out! There’s water everywhere!”, I exclaimed. I was going for my boots and rain gear when the light came on the water disappeared.
So the wife gets me back into bed… We laugh a tired laugh and I try to get some sleep. About an hour later, I woke myself up because I was waving my hands in the air. It seems I was playing Tetris with the huge imaginary Andes’ thin mints I saw floating in the air.
Welcome to hallucination central. Please distinguish all cigarettes, place you trays in an upright position and prepare your brain for anything and everything.
So now, I’m off to bed, once again. Maybe tonight I’ll get to play Monopoly, on an aircraft carrier with Jennifer Connelly and Sheryl Crow. Although, with my luck it’ll be with Dr. Phil and Rachael Ray.
I really don’t like it when other cartoonists air their gripes with fans in public, and it makes me sick to my stomach every time I have to do it. But the anonymous comments and emails berating me and my work ethic really boil my broccoli. Nothing like a warm computer screen for cowards to hide behind, right? The things I say here I’d gladly say to anyone’s face. My name is Corey Pandolph and here’s what I think:
I’ll keep trying to make as many different comics, comedy shows and TV pitches as I can until I die. No one can stop me. Folks can continue to be mean-spirited and discouraging and I’ll admit, I probably deserve it now and then.
I’ll always do Barkeater Lake in some form or another. I’ll always do comics and comedy some way or another. Just because things are sporadic now, doesn’t mean they will be in a three to six months. And just because I’m not updating things everyday, doesn’t mean I’m not working. That goes for all of us in this “visible” profession. I really think a lot of folks have no idea the insane hours we keep, the days and weeks of frustration we have in coming up with new jokes and ideas. Like I said, it’s easy for people today to sit securely behind a computer screen and anonymously berate those of us with the bollocks to put our creativity out there for world viewing.
I’m not a perfect person and I’m just now learning to be a better businessman. The problem is all my mistakes are visible. All my ups and downs are viewed and picked apart by the populous. It is what it is, I guess. I just think a lot people have no idea what they’re doing when they start typing comments and emails.
I hope folks continue to read what I do, but if they don’t, I’ll still do it. I’ll still keep on keepin’ on.
Stumble this!
