My first blog entry

As I write this, I'm sitting in bed. I keep thinking "Blogging in Bed" would be a great band name. Then again, "Bed Blogger" sounds like a psuedonym for somebody who is being sought by police.

It's 10 p.m. in Chicago and I'm thinking about actually going to bed instead of blogging. For a comedian, a job that occurs primarily at night, I don't keep comedian's hours. One of these days I'm going to fall asleep on stage.

I have a show tomorrow night for the Insurance Rehabilitation Study Group. I've been researching this group on line for about a week and still can't figure out what exactly they do. So far I've managed to discover that they are a bunch of insurance agents who deal in insurance so, if I'm walking down the street and a piece of a building falls on my head, causing extensive brain damage, at least I'll have insurance while I lay at home, trying to figure out how to use a spoon again. And now I have less than 24 hours to figure out how to make them laugh. Ah, the trials of a stand-up comedian who has fled the comedy club circuit and chosen to make his living performing at sales meetings, "breakout" sessions, and company retreats. At least the pay is better.

Okay, getting back to the insurance thing. How much insurance do I need? Terri Schiavo taught me I should get long term care insurance. I recently saw an informercial touting...are you ready?...FUNERAL insurance. Hey, what a great idea! Now I can have insurance for after I'm dead. It's gonna be tough to pay the premiums from my ash cannister.

Okay, that's enough for now. I'm going to stop blogging and start Tivoing. More on that subject in the next entry.