Monday, January 31, 2011

CBC Open Mic Comedy Contest!

My announcement is that I entered the CBC Open Mic Comedy Contest.

Every year, for the Hubcap Comedy Festival, Information Morning has an open mic event at the Pump House in Moncton.  This year, to get into the open mic you had to submit audio or video of standup material for people to vote for.

So...I guess this is my plea for you to help me out.

Voting starts today and runs till Friday, but the site isn't up yet.  For now, if you have a few moments, go to the Information Morning site and check it out.  If it's there, and I'm there, and you like what you hear, and you're not against voting or the democratic process, and you don't hold a deep and personal grudge against me, I would appreciate your click.


Update:  Here's the link for the voting page!  Be kind.

PS: I'm Weh-Ming Cho

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Something's coming up...

I've got something coming up on Monday for which I will have another post...

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Do you know how I know I'm old?

The other night, a friend came by for dinner and to hang out.

We had an excellent chicken fricot, provided by our dinner guest (bringing supper with you is an automatic entry into the top 10 dinner guest list), and had stimulating conversation.

About medication and supplements.

Yes, yours truly has officially entered that stage in adulthood when you stop being cool and start worrying about your RRSP performance.

Which was the next topic of conversation.

How did this happen?  This didn't just sneak up on me, I know I've had these conversations before.  But usually they happened when we were being cool and ironic about it.  Like having deep conversations about the state of the world and how the previous generation really f'd it up for us, then a slight segue into some new vitamin regimen that will supposedly keep us young and beautiful forever, then laugh at the elderly and how they have nothing to look forward to but conversations about ailments and medicine, then back to being awesome.

I guess I don't feel sad about it.  It was and interesting conversation.  And it's not like we were complaining about how kids these days don't know what respect means (which they so obviously don't).

Damn kids.  They better just stay off my lawn.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

This wasn't what I originally wrote

I did write something, but it turns out that it was not what I expected it to be.  So I've saved it as a draft.  Maybe I'll use it some other time, but I it's not what I set out to do, and it doesn't really fit in with the theme of this blog.

Instead I offer you this picture to remind you that no matter how much magic there is in the world, you still get older.  Get your laughs in folks.  It can be a scary, cold world out there.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Horrible Secret #1 - Averted

My lovely wife's birthday was this week, and to celebrate we went out for dinner at The Keg and then saw the new Harry Potter movie.  It was a delightful evening, and a good time was had by all.

Until, you know, later.

I don't believe that I'll be having a steak dinner again any time soon, or maybe I'll just cut way back on the portion.  Not like it was a huge steak to begin with, but even while eating it we had a conversation about how we could save $20 the next time we were there by one of us ordering the steak dinner and the other ordering just the sides, then cutting the steak in half. 

But the pain later that night was not so much from the wallet numbing bill (long gone are the days when I would pay for dinners like that and never give two thoughts about it).  No, that was a special pain that I hadn't felt since...the last time that I'd had a steak dinner?  Could these things be connected? 

And before you start thinking that maybe it wasn't the steak dinner, but rather the half a bag of popcorn that we ate, you have failed to take into consideration my intense love for movie popcorn.  When I lived half a block from the movie theatre back in my university days, we used to buy movie popcorn to eat while watching movies at home.  In some ways, I am like the driver that is determined to blame the car manufacturer for not making seat belts long enough instead of the family pack of KFC that they're snacking on.

Okay, this post didn't really seem to go anywhere, but at least it's saved so I wont have a Horrible Secret revealed.  And I'm writing this on Friday morning because our internet went out on Wednesday and I had a feeling of dying a little inside thinking that I might miss the deadline because of that.  You'll be happy to know I've formulated some back up plans, should that situation arise. 

*Attention readers of this blog, coming to your home and using your internet is my back up plan.

I was going to end this here, but a cat has come up and decided that my lap is the perfect spot to be cute.  And also, apparently, has decided that resting his head on my hands while typing is the icing on the cute cat cake.

Oh, he knew I was talking about him.  Now the biting.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I am a big fat jerkhead

Not really.  Or at least I hope not.

What you see here is a screen shot for the next month of scheduled updates to my blog.  That's right.  Every Sunday morning, something awful that I've written about myself, including some Horrible Secrets (queue thunderclap), will be automatically posted.  And I assure you, the Horrible Secrets (queue thunderclap) are really quite horrible.  Just horrible.

UNLESS, of course, I write an actual post over it.

It's the ultimate exercise in forcing myself to write.  I either write something over the terribly insulting thing or Horrible Secret (queue thunderclap) or it gets posted, online, for you all to see.  I'll probably end up embarrassing myself either way, but at least I get a say in how it happens.  This will continue all year, until I either just finally get in the habit of always updating or I run out of insults and Horrible Secrets (you know what happens).

There you have it.  Stay tune this Sunday to see how it goes.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

And so it begins. Quite possibly. Maybe.

I have made a New Year's resolution with my sister and sister-in-law that we're going to work more on our blogs.  For me, that means I'm going to do at least a post a week. 

I'm pretty sure that the number of people with blogs that have made this exact same promise is equal to approximately all of them, so it's not like I'm being original there.  But isn't the drive to be original really just a cry for acceptance from the crowd?  Look at how I stand out! Read my blog!

All I want is to be loved.  Unconditionally.  By everyone. 

So there's that.

I also told a friend about my blog this week, referencing my post about my chances of survival in a zompocalypse, and I had to preface it with a "but I haven't updated in a while".   I've been busy doing other things that didn't involve me writing. 

Another reason to make this resolution?  We have finally joined the ranks of PS3 owners, and I fear that without something to force me to go back to the computer and write, I will meld with the futon.  Unless we pick up another Move game.

To summarize, this post is rambling and incoherent because I am very tired from staying up too late last night, having my drink (sorry co-workers, I'm still adhering to my strict "No alcohol with co-workers" rule), and watching Toy Story 3.  Again.  For I think the third time in 24 hours.  But this time my nieces are around, so it's totally acceptable.

If this is the first time you've visited my blog, please don't judge the rest of my writing on this.  Go read something else I've written that is better.

There.  Totally nailed that.