Oh, it was a beautiful night at the Crocodile. I was not there long. But I did see the ventriloquistish woman who allowed the tiny imaginary man inside her puffy-cheeked mouth to speak and sing his heart out.
I saw Jim Morrison and his mother. I saw a comic who made me laugh but whose jokes I do not remember. I saw a rhyming poet who is quite angry with the Bush administration and seemed scary in general. The gongers were afraid.
I feel I missed so much …
I took video up until my memory card was maxed during the stand-up easter bunny comic. I'll upload what I've got over the weekend.
It was a fun night—thanks Stranger!
I took video up until my memory card was maxed during the stand-up easter bunny comic. I'll upload what I've got over the weekend.
It was a fun night—thanks Stranger!
I saw Fnarf shove a total of 14 quarters into his respective nostrils. I have a crush.
We will have Gong Show content up in our Video page soon! Have no fear, you shall see the freak show!
My favorite line from host Schmader:
"Gonging a poet? Isn't that like raping a baby?"
MC Frank Zapatista: worst moniker ever.
I saw Fnarf shove a total of 14 quarters into his respective nostrils. I have a crush.
i am still scared of that poet. i totally have a crush on the bunny comedian. i am still in awe of the amazing woman that danced to glamorous life. and, I MET FNARF!!!!!
i am also still drunk.
thanks for the good times, stranger. it was a hell of a night.
Whoa. Doublt comment post was totally an accident. I seriously thought Frank Zappatista was going to shoot us all.
Kerri: Schmader, you're just mad because you used to be a poet.
David: And a baby. I used to be both.
Genius!
Whoa. Double comment post was totally an accident. I seriously thought Frank Zappatista was going to shoot us all.
Kerri: Schmader, you're just mad because you used to be a poet.
David: And a baby. I used to be both.
Genius!
I was giggling like a school girl when I met Fnarf. I had my picture taken with him. Then I ran up to a non-slogging friend and gushed about my excitement, and he looked at me like I was retarded. Fnarf is an acquired taste, apparently.
I wanted to do exactly that too, Aislinn, but he was with his wife(?) and I didn't want to seem creepy. He's totally internet famous! Or at least slog famous...
Schmader: Last night you told us this would happen again. We are going to hold you to it. Holy god, it needs to happen again.
i want to see what fnarf looks like. is his info on the gawker stalker site?
I was completely unprepared for the phenomenon of cute young girls running up to me and bashfully asking for a photo with me. I don't think Missus Fnarf was too upset; bemused perhaps. If she's annoyed at anyone, it's me, for stuffing quarters in my nose in a roomful of people. I think she wishes I would find entertainment options that she can tell her folks about!
And I totally called the kooky poet. I saw him earlier in the bar, with his leather pants and punk-military regalia (a studded beret?), going through his zippered binder of tightly-scribbled whatevers, and I said to a friend "dollars to doughnuts that one's going to go on a scary political rant". He did.
Fnarf, he was wearing a kilt too, wasn't he? I'm glad he didn't subject us to his business end, as well. Also, I totally didn't know it was you stuffing quarters into your nose until after you were mostly done. I turned to my friends, who were chanting "Fnarf!" and was like "what are you saying?! I was so stoked when I realized! To be honest, and I think I drunkenly mentioned this to Schmader, I had totally pictured you with a long, dark ponytail and maybe some sandals with socks. I'm glad I was wrong!
Callie, the long, dark ponytail was during a few rough months in 1992. And sandals with socks isn't me, though I could maybe go there as long as they weren't Tevas or Birkenstocks. And as long as the socks were Argyle.
That was not my first time on the Crocodile stage. I also appeared in a dance contest during a Lois Maffeo show back in 1993 or 4, doing "the vacuum cleaner", and beating out "the ironer" and "the floor scrubber" for first prize. I still have the lucky shirt I wore.
perhaps teh ironer could give you some tips for keeping that shirt in top shape. but whatever you do, don't listen to the floor scrubber.
I love Lois. I grew up in Olympia. She's such a sweet lady. I was totally thinking of teva's. And a predilection toward D&D... not that I don't have one.
Again - glad I was wrong!
dude, that skit from resovoir dogs rocked. the chick with the pink hair was hot. and that other chick was hotter.
Totally!!!! That brunette wench quoting Tarantino made me cum in my shorts!!!
What about the amazing-ness of the Disney medley?! SO much talent, yet the judges were a little gong-happy that night, as we all know....
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Will any of the Gong Show wind up on YouTube?