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An Idiot’s Guide to Being an Idiot

Thursday, October 2nd, 2008

It’s not unusual for me to get emails from people, fans mostly (I have the best fans in the world!), asking me for advice.

For example, this morning I got an email from a nice young man named Michael, who wanted to know how I got an internship at the Maury Povich show a few years back. Here is our email exchange (click to enlarge):

That reminds me, come to my show WORKDAYS WITH MAURY at the Upright Citizen’s Theater in NYC! Wednesday, Oct. 15 at 8pm!

If you have any other questions for me or want me to give advice, email me directly at joemande@gmail.com

Happy Birthday 2 My Ugly A**

Sunday, March 16th, 2008

At the stroke of midnight this morning, I turned 25 years old. Less than an hour later, at 12:39 am, I got this Happy Birthday email from a girl named Arieana:

(Subject: “i dont lik it”)

um joe i dont lik it that u r puttin diferent stuff on people lik dat. dat aint right and u kno if somebody wouldnt did dat 2 u u wouldnt lik dat. im pissed u shouldnt even be thinkin about dat s***.

ya mama,

luk at yo ugly a**

Thank you? Wait…what? I’m confused. I wouldn’t did dad what 2 whom?

Whatever. I love you too.

Ya mama,

Joe Mande

No, I am not fierce.

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

This morning I got an email from one of my best friends, David, bassist of the band Via Audio. This is what it said:

“Joe- You look and act exactly like this gay kid on Project Runway,
Christian Siriano. Google that dude, you will poop…i like to get stoned and pretend the guy is you.”

Oh, in case you don’t know who Christian Siriano is, here’s a 10 minute youtube of his “fiercest” moments:

(For the record: I did not edit that video.)

Correct. I do look and act exactly like that guy. 100% (Also, using the description “that gay kid on Project Runway” is like saying “that small burrowing mammal on Meerkat Manor“.) Worst thing about that story is that David isn’t even the first person to tell me that. Nor the tenth. That was either the twelfth or thirteenth email I’ve received in the last three months notifying me of my “gay twin.”

Personally, I don’t see the resemblance at all. Some people tell me that the reason I don’t see the resemblance is because I choose not to see it. And that is entirely true. I choose not to see it. Because it’s kind of an insulting thing to tell to someone straight. I mean, I think John C. Reilly looks and acts just like Richard Simmons, but that’s totally different. Wait, no it’s not.

Friend: Oh my god, Joe, do you watch Project Runway? Because your looks and behaviors are eerily similar to those of this contestant named Christian, who is radioactively homosexual.
Me: Shut up. That’s not true at all. Shut up.
Friend: What’s wrong? Did I offend you just now?
Me: Yeah, kind of. A little bit.
Friend: How could you possibly be offended that you remind me of someone who acts like an evil gay villain on Batman: The Animated Series, terrorizing Gotham City with snide comments, fabulous hair, and witch doctor fabric shears?
Me: I don’t know. I guess I’m a little sensitive.
Friend: So is Christian Siriano! See what I mean?
Me: Stop it.

So in conclusion, what I’m saying is this: Even if you’re thinking it, just don’t tell me that I look like Christian Siriano. Please. Also, you should come see David’s band play this Sunday night at Totally JK. They are very very good.

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A Totally JK for the ages.

Monday, October 29th, 2007

Tonight Totally JK brings you Brett Gelman’s one-man musical masterpiece “1000 Cats.” In it’s entirety. That’s 30 minutes of pure, unadulterated genius. It’s without a doubt the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Plus Greg Johnson (G.O.A.T.), Gabe and Jenny, and MaxSilvestri.com! AAAH! I can’t wait. I’m more excited about tonight’s show than the Red Sox winning the world series last night (and that made me so excited, you guys).

Seriously. It’s going to be so fucking good.

Get there at 8!

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Lil’ Whitney Booston

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007

One of my favorite TV shows is, has been, and will forever be the weekly late-night syndicated program Showtime at the Apollo. I can’t explain why I love this show so much, but I really do. (Some would say it’s because I exoticize Black culture, but whatevz.)

One of the best parts of the show (other than seeing legends like Jim Jones or Yung Joc perform LIVE!) is, of course, the “Amateur Night” talent show. This is the portion where the Apollo Theater audience decides if an unprofessional performer is good enough to not get booed off the stage. At times the crowd can be a little trigger-happy with their eliminations, but their judgement is usually always correct. (It should be noted, however, that gospel singers have never, and will never get booed off. Oh, and dancers always win. Always.)

Despite all this, my favorite part of the show still has to be the “Apollo Kids” portion at the end. This is when super-talented little kids take the stage and give it everything they got. More often than not, they are much more impressive than the adults. Whenever I watched it, though, I always wondered what would happen if a kid was truly terrible? Like, what if a little girl got up there and just started murdering a classic? The whole time thinking she was super fucking amazing? Would the crowd do the right thing? Would they find it in their hearts to knock the little girl down to size? Would they boo her with the same wonderful viciousness they give a talentless adult, even if that means she’ll probably end up becoming a cutter?

Well, it turns out the anwser is a big, fat NEGATIVE.

In fact, the crowd does the opposite. They encourage the kid to make an insane spectacle of herself and end up giving her a standing ovation at the end. (While clutching a bunny rag doll the whole time?)

So, without further ado, please allow me to present the best/worst Apollo Kids performance in history:

PS: Her face.

Student becomes teacher

Friday, August 10th, 2007

After watching this how-to viral video about building a personal handheld burning laser out of an ordinary flashlight, I realized how disappointing I must be to the 10 year-old version of me.

10 Year-Old Me: Oh. My. God! Did you see that?
Me: Yeah. Pretty cool, right?
10 Year-Old Me: Pretty cool? A handheld laser gun? That’s a dream come true! C’mon, lets go make one!
Me: Ugh. Forget it, dude. It’s way too complicated.
10 Year-Old Me: What do you mean “too complicated”? We just watched a step-by-step instruction on how to make one!
Me: Right. But one of those instructions involved owning a soldering gun, which would necessitate me knowing how to use a soldering gun. Or even knowing where one goes to buy a soldering gun. No thanks. 
10 Year-Old Me: What’s wrong with you? We’ll figure it out. And then we’ll burn things with a laser beam. It’ll be amazing. C’mon, lets go to the store!
Me: Oh, okay. And which store would you like to go to first? The Soldering Gun store or the Axis-Laser-Housing store? Guess what? They don’t exist. Go away, I’m working.
10 Year-Old Me: Wait. This is where you work?
Me: Yep.
10 Year-Old Me: This is super depressing.
Me: Look, I’m not happy about it either.
10 Year-Old Me: What about the NBA?
Me: Uhm…the NBA doesn’t really pan out the way we thought it would. In fact, you might want to devote less time on basketball and more time on reading.
10 Year-Old Me: No way! Reading is for losers.
Me: Exactly.
10 Year-Old Me: I don’t think I like you very much.
Me: Well, I don’t like you much either.
10 Year-Old Me: I’m out of here. Have fun at your job, loser.
Me: Have fun grooming your rat-tail, you little faggot.
10 Year-Old Me: (Gasp!) You said the other F word!
Me: Yeah, that’s right. It’s called irony, idiot.
10 Year-Old Me:
Me: Look, I’m sorry I called you the other F word. I only meant it in the colloquial sense.
10 Year-Old Me: It’s okay.
Me: Look, all I’m saying is you might want to consider expanding your scope a little bit.  There’s more to life than Sega, Cheetos, and Weird Al.
10 Year-Old Me: Okay.
Me: And, seriously, stop with the basketball. It’s hopeless. Mom will be taller than you at your Bar Mitzvah.
10 Year-Old Me: I feel really sad now.
Me: I know. Believe me, trying–and failing–to make a laser gun won’t help you feel any better.
10 Year-Old Me: I guess you’re right.

m3 pwn3d

Go rub some bachelor balls, lady!

Thursday, August 2nd, 2007

Faith Hill calmly confronts a female fan who groped her husband, Tim McGraw, mid-concert:

Uhm, I think that’s called “Southern Hospitality.” Ever heard of it?

And while we’re on the topic, my friend Nick just sent me the new Brad Paisley music video, for song called “Online.” It’s truly amazing.

Did you know that if you mix country music with modern technology, you get a very sad version of Seinfeld