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2007

Intervention

9-22-07 10:20am (Starbucks next to Zanies in old town Chicago)

Top of the morning. I'm a little groggy this morning because I was up very late watching one of my favorite shows.
"Intervention"
I love that show I watch it whenever it's on. I can't get enough of that show! If Intervention is on I can't leave the house! I've skipped holidays with family to watch it. My friends can't even come over when it's on because inevitably they'll want to talk during the show. A couple of weeks ago I pawned my wedding ring to buy an extra television and watch two episodes at once. They just keep coming out with new episodes. If the season would just end I could get a job and go on with my life. Then maybe my family and friends would quit the bitching.
"...We just feel like your not the same person since this intervention obsession...We miss you and we want to give your life back...Blah Blah Blah!!!"
Gotta go! 5 new episodes on TIVO!

Love, Collin

Fake Hippies

9-22-07 12:20pm (Starbucks next to Zanies in old town Chicago)

Fake hippies ruin everything cool.
They just take it to far. I saw a show about the city in the sky. Machu Picchu. A fortified Inca town high atop the Andes Mountains that has mystical origins and was the Inca's safe haven from the Spanish invaders of their time.

They showed all the different people who are drawn to Machu Picchu. They interviewed Anthropologists sitting next to a perfectly crafted rock wall discussing the nearly inexplicable stone work and the possibility that they had been worshiping the sun due to the positions of the buildings. They also speculated about the Incas being a warlike tribe rather than the peaceful philosophers of their time. These professional students of mankind told of Inca warriors holding there own against the Spanish forces. "Knockin' heads with the best of them". They described a culture so advanced that they were nearly an anachronism.

Then they interviewed tourists being led around by well educated tour guides sharing the wonders of a lost world. All of which showed childlike awe and respect. I was on the edge of my seat and seriously considering moving to the Andes...Enter the fake hippies!

These ridiculously dressed flake jobs writhed around on the ground amid a pile of crystals and plastic beads chanting and singing misquoted Bob Dylan lyrics with such surprisingly bad intonation that even Dylan himself would cringe. They held hands and tried to call out to the spirits of the dead in an effort to find out weather on not the Incas too had sworn off deodorant to remain closer to the Earth Mother.
The interviews capped it for me. One woman Began crying as she touched a rock. She said that every time she touches one of those rocks she cries. Perhaps she's in need of a little more than a vacation to the Andes.

Don't get me wrong. I greatly appreciate the existential. But if you're so "In the moment" that your moment becomes a cartoon version of the actual moment your in. You're defeating the purpose of giving a shit. And giving real hippies a bad name!

Love, Collin

 

God or no God

9-21-07 11:33am (Starbucks next to Zanies in old town Chicago)

Good morning. It is Friday and Sunday is right around the corner again. I am left with an apprehensive and empty feeling at the approach of yet another "day of the Lord".
I wish I could believe in God but the stories from the bible are more than a little ridiculous. All religions talk about how disappointed or angry God will be if we don't follow his rules. But they all have different rules!
I think that just not believing in God is the safest route. The least amount of bad consequences. If I am wrong and show up in Heaven to find out there is a God...I'm sure he's heard my complaint about the stories being far fetched before. He'd have to have some sort of amnesty program by now.

GOD: Yeah. We've been getting that a lot. It's not entirely your fault. Some of the early writers took i little creative license and may have been drinking a little of the old "blood o' my son". So...Uh...we can both agree that I'm here right. Good! Come on in!

How could he blame us right. But on the flip side. What if I pick a God and it's the wrong God. What if I'm like half of the US and I think that God is a elderly, half racist, homophobic, white guy and when show up there's Javier the cross-dressing, Afro-cuban, Lord and Creator. Boy am I gonna have some explaining to do.

GOD: You said some things down there that were bery, bery hurtful to me. Jesus (pronounced hay-suess) get hees bags...I'll be watching you!

Havin' a hard time with the theory that God could be effeminate. Take a look at Heaven. Pretty fancy decorations for a straight guy. Someone up there is little light in the sandals.

GOD: These gates need to be way pearlier!!! Where's the gate guy!? We've gotta fix this quick! It's the sixth day and the party is tomorrow! Move! Move! Move!

 

OJ and Bananas

9-21-07 1:45am (Starbucks next to Zanies in old town Chicago)

I'm in Chicago at a Starbucks in the middle of the night and it's packed. I LOVE THIS TOWN!

OJ got framed again this week...man that dude has the worst luck. Just an honest man tying to get by.

Also I learned today that teenagers perform oral sex on each other at the mall and refer to it as liking bananas or in the case of the girls that won't, they say they don't like bananas.
In that case there ought to be "monkey kioskes" at the mall for the guys standing around waiting for there wives.
Kids today are so much more inventive and practical than when I was young. If a girl ever told me she wanted to go to the mall because she was hungry for bananas...
I think I would have still thought that meant she wanted to blow me...but that was just because I was thinking that at all times.
I sure hope the parents of these teens are seeing through this banana stuff. It sure would be embarassing if there is a father just now reading this when he spent all last week trying to reconnect with his astranged teen daughter by taking her to farmers markets looking for the very best organic bananas because he read on her myspace profile that she "...loooooooves bananas! Can't get enough of those bananas! Love them two at a time! Bananas bananas bananas! Whenever! wherever! Etc Etc..."
POOR DAD.

I love you if you read this,
Collin

Hotlanta

8-10-07 3:38 am (Warren and Lavonne's house in Athens)

This week I am working with a motivated young comic named Steve Hofstetter. Steve is a member of a fraternity that is having a conference this week in Hotlanta. I honestly don't know if the word "conference" is being used loosely there but I can only assume that there is no scrotal spanking allowed at the Hilton. Or any other sort of strange and innovative hazing techniques...
Anyway. Steve chartered a bus and brought 100 members of the fraternity to the show. I had an awesome time with my new fraternity brothers. Each member brought their own personal level of intensity to the showroom. It was as if with every laugh they were really unloading years of humiliation brought on by...well...being in a fraternity.
Why are there no fraternities for those of us who wouldn't want to be in a fraternity. A place where the strict individualists can come together as a group to celebrate our unique need to remain solitary. I just feel that the art of mastering ones own aloneness is a thing better shared with your fellow man...in a large, beaurocratic, spankhappy group.
Whatever your preference, you have to admit, the passion and shear human energy of one hundred college students on vacation is welcome and addictive.
Thanks Steve and all the guys of EPie..or PooPie... I'm sorry. I knew I would screw it up. Whatever your called. I thank you!!!

Brother Collin (Honorary member of PooThePie)

Spirit Lake Stories

 

7-26-07 10:58 am (Panera Bread in Akron, OH)

Last week I had the distinct honor of working at the Funny Barn in Spirit Lake, IA for the Tryon Brothers. Let me just say one thing. Never go to Spirit Lake, IA if you need rest.

DAY 1
I drove around looking at the sights and sounds. People fishing, people swimming, people eating, people drinking, people running, people biking, people getting their "I don't get out much in the winter" jollies. Then two shows.
It is at the show that I made the mistake of telling Donnie Tryon that I enjoy fishing. Donnie is the hook you up with someone for anything guy. Enter Doug. Doug is a guy from Kansas City who married a girl from Spirit Lake and comes up every few months to fish or hunt with his father-in-law Art. As Doug tried to mind his own business Donnie made him commit to giving me a seat on Art's fishing boat in the morning...5:30 in the morning!

I'm up at 5:15 waiting...5:30...5:45...phone rings it's Doug. Boat battery is as dead as Michael Vick's career.
"Hey man it's cool. We're just gonna charge it for another 20 min and see you at the hotel."
30 minutes later...in the truck with the boys headed down to the bait shop for a leach and a license. (By the way that should be the name of a southern rock band. Ladies and gentleman please welcome "A Leach and a License"!) The bait shop has summer hours!!! Not open till 7am.(What are their winter hours?) We go to Walmart and back, license in hand and finally get our bloodsuckers. As we drop the boat in the water Art hops in and is floating slowly away while trying to start the boat. Turns out 20 minutes is not enough to charge a dead boat Battery. Art throws me a rope and I pull him to the dock where Doug and I spend the next hour and a half of our life pulling weeds off of our lures after every cast and listening to Art say..."Aww Geez I'm really startin' to get steamed now" as he tries to jump the battery using the trolling battery and an old speaker wire.
At approximately 9:30 am we were off and running. "Look out fish!"
Art took us to all the places that he has caught fish in the past...emphasis on THE PAST. Luckily for us though it was unbearably windy and weedy and there was some sort of intergalactic algea that had made all the fish in the lake very unhungry. (If that's even a word.) We spent hours listening to stories about great big lunker walleys and Northern that Art caught in the very places we weren't catching anything but salad.
By noon we had eaten the last of the 5 day old turkey sandwiches, that Dave Tryon had given us, and were about to start eating the leaches since no one else was. That was when we realized...we were the only ones biting.

Here's what I learned on my Spirit Lake fishing trip.
There are pros and cons to going fishing with an old guy that knows the lake really well.
THE PROS ARE...
He has extra poles,
Knows all the fishin spots,
And he has lots of great stories.
THE CONS?...
HE HAS LOTS OF GREAT STORIES!!!

Thanks again to Doug and Art. Now when I see a bumper sticker that says "THE WORST DAY FISHIN IS BETTER THAN THE BEST DAY WORKIN" I can look at the driver and say..."I know exactly what you mean brother"

DAY2
Up at 9am going to the gym Cardio Plus owned by Danny Tryon.
The night before Danny had asked me if I wanted to go down to RAGBRAI in the morning. To which I responded..."We speak English in America."
He clarified that it was an acronym. "Register's Annual Great Bike Ride Across Iowa". And that 10-15 thousand people each year

(Including Lance Armstrong, Tom Hanks, and Mathew McConaughy)
Ride 450-500 miles across Iowa over the last week in July.
Danny and I went down to Spencer, the first overnight stop in Iowa, to check out the festivities.
I WAS HOOKED!!!
I spent the next 6 hours trying to talk Danny into riding the from Spencer to Humboldt the next day since we didn't have a show and Danny had an extra bike and helmet from years gone by. Why not ride 80 miles in the heat of the Iowa summer.
He reluctantly agreed to be Lance to my Matt or Matt to my Lance..anyway he agreed to go.
Up Monday morning 5:30 am Danny picks me up and takes me to Spencer, IA. People are already starting to leave so we saddled up and he showed me the helmet he brought me...
The helmet looked as if someone had cut a beach ball in half and filled it with plummers foam. The bike was top of the line technology...in 1969 .Designed originally by one of the right brothers to be used during the Viet Nam war by draft dodging, future Presidential candidates to ride across the border into Canada while taking heavy road apple fire from Canadian Mounties.

I fit right in at RAGBRAI!
As we rode through northern Iowa there were little towns every 5-10 miles rolling out the red corn-stained carpet for us. All you can eat pie parties, pork chop stands, sweet corn stops, watermelon boothes, beer gardens, slip and slides, and get togethers of all sorts.

We stopped at the 25 mile mark for food and rest. There was a woman there who already begun to hate her husband so much for bringing her that she had her lawyer on speed dial. She did not seem happy. But everything is fixable at RAGBRAI.

We saw her 35 miles and 3 guinnesses later and she was grinning and laughing. I thought..."That's why they have beer gardens."



And beer gardens are why they have corn fields.


Here's me at the end of 80 miles humping my bike.


Thank you Danny Tryon I am completely sold on RAGBRAI and already planning next year!

-Collin
P.S. Click here for more RAGBRAI pics

5-13-07 9:15 pm (Oklahoma City Airport)

Hi everyone!
I just spent a week in Tulsa and a week in St. Louis. In between, I camped at a little campground in southern Missouri. "Twin Bridges" on the North Fork River. What an awesome experience. I accidentally found the place late at night and it was run by a canoing outfitter.
I had a day off. So I left the condo in Tulsa and lit out for the Walmart to get my camp gear. The tradition, that Marc Ryan and I started, is to pay no more for the camp gear than you would for a cheap Motel. So that's what I did. My budget was low so it left me feeling like that dude from "Man Vs Wild"...a pocket knife and a newspaper. Actually, I did pretty good...

ROAD COMIC CAMP RECIPE ( Spring and Summer only)
1) pocket knife $4
1) roll up foam pad (to sleep on) $3
1) fleece blanket $5
1) cheap fishing pole (and hooks) $12
1) 6'x8' tarp $6
1) roll nylon string $2
1) lighter $1
4) tent stakes $2
1) bag flour tortillas $1

TOTAL $36

When I pulled into the parking lot of "Twin Bridges Canoe Outfiters" it was 9:30 at night and they were locked up and dark. It didn't say that they had campsites so I didn't even think about it.(It was late.) I just thought that since I had passed the campground that I saw on the map about 15-20 miles back. I should just fish there on the bridge for a couple of hours then go find a rest stop and catch some "z"s.
That was when I met Jim. Jim had a beer in his hand and was unlocking the gate while asking me if I needed a campsite.
"Hell Yeah!" I said. Hoping that he wasn't talking about his driveway.
He had a beautiful, empty campground right on the river.
"How 'bout 8 bucks?" he said. Trying to find a way to do this gate thing without setting down his beer.
I agreed and drove my rental up to the nicest campsite he had. Firepit and all.
As he said goodnight he told me we could settle up in the morning and that, if I wanted to, he could drop me and a canoe up river 4-5 miles and I could do a float in the morning...Sometimes angels are named Jim and drink alot of beer.
My camp was completely set up in roughly 30 minutes. Fire blazing and everything. As I laid in my little wilderness bed the night animals, Jim not included, began to forage, argue, and stumble. My senses were on high alert. I didn't know what lurked in the woods of southern Missouri And I definately don't want "I Shouldn't Be Alive" to be my first TV credit.
Turns out that the nocturnal predators of the North Fork River Basin are about as coordinated as Jim 9 beers after quitting time. They include the armadillo and the opossum. Neither of which are helping Darwinians with that little evolution debate that continues to rage in the very state they live in. Coincidence? Probably not.
For the most part, both species of waddling moron, opposum and armadillo, seemed fearful of my fire. So I settled into feeling pretty secure. Munching my tortillas and imagining catching giant trout in the morning with my bare hands as bobcats and bears watched me in awe. Careful not to reveal their positions lest I turn my wild primative instincts toward them and possibly track them for days attcking them unaware and making meals and blankets of them. With nothing more then a tent stake and a minibic.
That was when it happened. A screech. Not Dustin Diamond. Something weirder and louder. Snapping twigs. Moving around in a deliberate way. In the woods behind me 40 feet away. I shined my maglight. Two glowing eyes 7 or 8 feet high in the woods.
"What is it? Bear, Deer, Rhino? " I thought
"Doesn't it know about my primative instincts? The trout dreams? The psycotic, rock weilding, caveman camper? "
Then the eyes disappeared. The trees started shaking. My heart was pumping the primative blood of my ancestors through the contemporary veins of a terrified, modern wussy.
Then it burst through the tree line. A mated pair of very large and agitated opposums.
I quickly figured out that they were on a tree covered embankment. And that was why their eyes had been so high in the air. It wasn't a bear or a rhino...Damn!
I tried to ignore them as they didn't seem to pose an immediate threat. That lasted until they started circling and rooting in the direction of my campsite. I stood on a big rock next to the fire and surrounded myself with throwable stones. (fist-sized). The opposums circled closer and I threw a stone of warning...I met have yelped a little too. They ran back into the woods fearing the wrath of this neanderthal camper. As well they should have!!!
If that was where it had ended. I would never have written any of this. But it was not.
3 or 4 minutes later the insane opposum duo were audible in the woods. Planning something. So true to my ancestral warrior lineage, I cowwered on a rock near the fire preparing for battle with these 15 lb cyclones of varmint fury.
Silence...1 minute...2...then CRASH! Screeching and snorting they burst through the tree line and were running straight at me. I have no idea if this is typical huge rat behavior but it seemed pretty natural to these two "no goods."
They were 30 feet and closing. I took aim. 25 feet! 20 FEET! I fired a rock at the mean one. BANG!!! Head shot! Dead on!
He flipped and wrythed. His partned burped. When he recovered he was severely tipsy. His buddy hung near him and seemed confused. As the damaged one stumbled and rolled back toward the woods he looked back at me as if to say..."We'll meet again" and only one eye was glowing.

Please heed my warning. All those who feel as if they can survive in the pseudo-wild with nothing more than a rock and a tortilla...
ROCK ON!

Morning came the float trip.
My camp was fully packed away in the Chevy and the fire, scuttled.
Jim and his wife gave me a quick run down on what to expect on the river as Jim tryed hopelessly to whisper over his own headache.
Then his wife Anne took me and the van up river for the big "drop in" ceremony.
Everything was as I had expected. Beautiful bluffs and easy rapids. Hungry smallmouths. Snakes braving the river here and there. Turtles everywhere. No 'possums. And COWS?
Probably my favorite float moment came when a gaggle of river cows were cooling there legs in the shallow rapids right where ther river narrowed and pushed all floating canoes with 'possum killing comics in them.
I banged my oar loudly on the canoe to scare them off. No such luck and somewhere, miles away Jim was wyncing and mumbling... "I'm I the only one that hears that?"
I thought of my rock skills. None in reach. These cows were not moving and I was coming up quickly and just moving faster!
Suddenly a one-eyed 'possum lept from the shore and.....
JUST KIDDING
As I came within about 15 feet of running into this mess of bovine knees. One of them took the initiative. It was as if, all at once, a gear in her cow brain caught a cog of reason and jolted the whole mess into action. Chemicals released into her nearly nonexistent cow convolusions, perhaps burning them even smoother. Whatever happened to her, long term, I can never know. But I will always be thankful for her life saving burst of mysterious, non-bovine logic. For as she belted out a mighty "MOOOOO" and exploded out of the river. All the other cows perhaps knew of her bursts of remarkable intellect and followed suit. The whole time seeming to say to themselves and each other..."She's running! We should run! Where are we running?! Look! Grass! What were we just talking about?!"
Through the rapids I went unfettered.
Thank you, slightly above average cow.
I'll never forget you.

Collin Grills (Man Vs Opossum)

 

2-12-07 4:14pm PT (Alaskan Airlines #323 Somewhere over N. Calif)

Just read an article about the begining of the aids virus. Someone had they're way with a monkey. Does that mean that if, God forbid, you catch aids...you're allowed to bang monkeys? This could be a previously undiscovered upside to aids.
"Well sir the bad news is your HIV positive...But the good news is your allowed to bang monkeys! Here's your hiv positive consolation prize. Twenty free tickets to the San Diego Zoos new primate exhibit."
Even the travel companies could get in the action...
"Don't wait too long to book your HIV vacation getaway. a round trip ticket to the Amazon Rainforest."
"Start with the spider monkeys and work your way up to the great apes with Travelocity's aids Holidays." "That gnome's humpin' a marmoset!"

C

2-11-07 3:43pm PT (In Aaron's car near Spokane, WA)

This last 3 days was the Crazy Moose Casino in Pasco, WA. Aaron and I feel that since mooses or meese or moosen or whatever are not indigenous to Pasco maybe they named the casino after one of their regulars. They just changed the actual name of the person because "The Crazy Mindy" doesn't sound as cool.

We had a great show Thursday and packed the rest of the week. Aaron's Cousin Frank owns a limo company called...I shit you not..."Redneck Limos" He has two nice limos and of course, in keeping with his redneck Alma Mater, One in yard on blocks.
Redneck Limos provided the transportation for the Crazy Mindy shows. And accomodations were provided by the Aunt Carol and Uncle Louie B&B. Known for their late night conversation and outstanding gravy.

To the good people of the Court Club Gym...I'm not actually Dalton Pullum. That is Frank's son. The heir to Redneck Limos. He loaned me his gym card and I was a little nervous because I though that you might have a picture of him in the system. Obviously you didn't or else you would would have noticed that I wasn't a seven year old redheaded kid. "Hey Dalton this gym thing has really helped your physique."

Thanks again to all those who came back to two and three shows with you friends. You made us feel very welcome and earned us a free meal.

Lovin' you whoever you are,

Collin Moulton
Comedian and Jiu-Jitsu Pilgrim

 

2-10-07 11:45 am PT (At the Court Club Gym in Richland, WA)

Anna Nicole died...

So how are YOU doing? I don't mean to be insensitive but was there a reason we were keeping track of her life to begin with. If you ever watched an interview with her you would have to wonder why anyone was ever listening when she spoke at all.

It is said that she was obsessed with Marilyn Monroe. Now she's died and possibly at the hands of one of her many weird lovers. Sound Familiar...( NO NOT AT ALLLL!!!!)
Marilyn Monroe was an intriguing diva because there were obviously layers to her. Something underneath that made us all wonder who is the real woman deep inside of "America's Sweetheart".

If anyone thinks there were layers to Anna Nicole Smith or that her life or existence at all resembles Marilyn's than they are as dilusional as the sick fucks that found her vacant tragedy of a personality in any way attractive.

I think one can make this comparison though...
Marilyn Monroe is to the America that was back then.
As Anna Nicole is to the America that is now. An insipid, vacuous whore with no direction or self respect.

So long Anna...we'll miss you...for a relatively short news cycle.

-C

 

2-3-07 6:36 am ET (on a plane between Rochester, NY and Atlanta, GA)

I Just got done with a very interesting week. Comix Cafe in Rochester, NY. I had the great honor of working with Dave Landau. One of my new favorite comics. He and I braved the cold weather and bizarre crowds for 4 days. Saturday 1st show was the only one that reminded us that subtlety can actually be a viable source of humor. The rest of the crowds taught us that Turrets Disease is contagious. Dave got a bad case but since his normal energy level is akin to that of the 3-toed sloth it just looks and sounds like intentional winking and quiet and controlled, profane observations.

We shared stories of life and tried to figure out how Isaah Washington was gonna ever stop saying "faggot". It seems he's got a problem. They're sending him to "REHAB" so he can learn to stop saying it. How are they gonna determine if he really has a problem...

"Have you ever said 'faggot' while you were alone?"
"Have you ever said 'faggot' and driven?"
"Have you ever said 'faggot' so much that you can't remember how your night ended?"
Good luck Isaah!

I made good friends in Rochester including JJ, the owner of the club, and Brother Wease. My favorite guy to do radio with in the whole country, and mentor to Opie of Opie and Anthony.

Left to right; Bro Wease, Me, JJ

I also got to hang with Tommy Mule, Wease's sidekick, and Mark the Mngr of the club. Great dudes neither of which are pictured here because Tommy was too busy chasing women who enjoy being degraded while walking on the beach and donkey punched while listening to personal affirmation tapes. (That's very time consuming.)
And it was hard to catch Mark in between his frequent trips to the employee bathroom to hold up his Derrick Jeeter poster with one hand while "knockin' one outa the park" with the other.

If you're from Rochester and came to our shows .... Thank you... I think.

Lovin' you whoever you are,
Collin

1-21-07 10:21 pm ( at home in bed high on apricots and vanilla bean )

The last two days was spent driving around the beautiful central coast of California. I played a club in Ventura, CA called Comedy Esquire so I brought my good buddy Rob and some surfboards and spent two days chasing surf and laughs. Here's a picture of Rob's house. This is off of his back porch in Shell Beach, CA...

 

It's really not the only reason I hang out with him. He's actually one of the greatest people I've ever known.
(But the hammock is cool too)

 

1-15-07 9:18 am (LAX Airport Gate 7)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!

I'm on my home from playing Zanies in Downtown Chicago.
I was there with Kris Shaw and Geoff Brown. Kris brought his Cousin Malone almost every night and the four of us hit it off like...four guys who really dug hangin' around each other.

A huge thanks to Bert, Martin, and the whole crew for such nice digs. I stayed in the comedy condo and there were actual forks, pictures on the wall, Cable, and spices! These are the things "Normals" take for granted. It was cold and overcast as if global warming took a week off just to give me a proper Chicago experience. The gym was free all week, The Treasure Chest (Gourmet grocery store) was a block from me, and I trained with Kadar Baat at Carlson Gracie Jr's academy...3 BLOCKS AWAY!!!
I told Jesse Joyce that it was like a vacation.
He responded by saying... "I guess your idea of a vacation is different from mine as I need to be able to see the sun for it to qualify."
Not me. Give me a 24 hour Starbucks, a fitness center with complimentary towels, 12 cans of tuna, a Bears playoff game, a place to legally choke sweaty dudes, and a "TOP CHEF" Marathon! And I've died and gone to weird road guy heaven!

This weeks "FIRST TIME IN PUBLIC AWARD" goes to the birthday party group at 3rd show Sat...YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. The thing about heckling is that some people just know how to time their interuptions so that it's harmless to the flow of the show....These were not those people!!!
If you guys ever get the chance to all get together again you should think about it, and then think about it some more and then don't fucking do it!!!

That's it for the first entry of 2007.
Thanks agian Bert Haas for sharing all the comedy talk. It truly was an honor.

Collin Moulton
"Comedian" and "Jiu-Jitsu Pilgrim"