I got a dog and immediately became obsessed with the dog. Every post on Facebook or Twitter was a joke about my dog or a photo of my dog–I became that person. So I said to myself, “Don’t be that person! If you can’t say something not-about-your-dog, don’t say anything at all.”
This is why, perhaps, you haven’t seen a post here in a while. That, and I was busy.
Since I last posted, we’ve uploaded episodes 15-18 of the Me Three Podcast, featuring our chats with writer and Comedy Central editor, Dennis DiClaudio, podcaster and TwitterAlotter, Ahm 76, artist and director of Good/Bad Art Collective, Martin Iles and comedian and new staff writer for The Daily Show, Travon Free. Our next episode is our first international interview and I can’t wait for your earholes to absorb it.
Hurricane Sandy threw me for a loop, like most New Yorkers. First it stranded me in Texas, where I watched online videos of power transformers exploding and streets flooding only a few blocks from my apartment. I scoured Twitter for reports from my neighborhood and found it to be completely under water. So I was pleasantly surprised to come home to a completely dry first floor apartment. I’m not sure how I got so lucky, but the absence of a waterlogged rat party in my home made me extremely grateful and I headed out to the Rockaways to pay it forward a little. If you’re currently living in a dry home with power, heat and hot water, consider helping those who (still!) are struggling and visit Believe in Belle Harbor to donate.
I’m headed BACK to Texas for most of December and I plan to fill my days and nights with gambling, cheap liquor and Mexican food. Who’s with me?
Oh, and I’m still calling the dog Pony. I tried out all the other suggestions and none of them really worked for me. I mean, seriously, when I called out, “Banjo!” at the dog park, I almost died of embarrassment. So he’s officially Pony now. Or, if you want to be formal, his full name is Pony! Poni! Pone! (No, that’s not embarrassing at all!)
Until next time,