yesterday was killer. i was hungover most of the day but i used to have a boss at Sears who said the good thing about being hungover is throughout the day you feel progressively better, whereas if you wake up sober you only feel progressively worse.
got to the conference at a leisurely 1:45p. listened to some i hate to say it boring panels while eating a roast beef sandwhich. as marc and i were getting ready to catch a cab to the Daily Show a very nice guy came up to me and introduced himself to tell me that hes been a fan for a long time. if theres one reason that i like these conferences its getting to meet the fans. i believe he told me that he worked at a pretzel store.
i know i dont get as many hits as jeff jarvis or the instapundit or Stuff on Cats but i get the right hits. i get read by super cool people, dudes who buy my saddam tshirts and hot chicks who will make out with me even with my morning breath. but if i had to pick one member of the audience that ive always wanted to appeal to its the dude at the pretzel store at the mall. no shit. its why i put up pics of sexy ladies, its why i occassionally reference popular sports, and why i talk about music. i love my audience and its nice to see that the feeling is mutual.
while waiting in line for the daily show we saw lewis black. i got his picture. then we called our buddy jason who writes for the show and he came down and we took the picture to the right. fucker still looks young and great. he was the editor in cheif of the nexus and i told him that one of the nice things about him writing for this show is, to me, its the natural progression of what we were all trying to do at the nexus – cover the news and party with it. jason was always a step ahead of us in the partying department, but he had a solid understanding of the news and comedy. im sure a lot of your favorite daily show moments are from him.
thanks for the tickets bro – and what a great show, i got to personally boo bill o’reilly, who was the guest of last nights show.
afterwards we took a taxi to the lower east side. we ate indian food with ms ann ferris who among other things is a channeller and medium. she said i had something wrong with my chakra right above my eye. i was all hmmm i dont know what that could be and then i told her about my meeting with my book agent this afternoon and i said could it be that i really dont want to write a book for a publishing house, that i just want to make my own books and she said she didnt know but she definately sees something that needs a little realignment
and i said is it that im a little gunshy about getting into a longterm relationship with a hottie and she said i dont know but we should really get this handled and i said is it that i and she said shhh we need a few minutes to do it and it will just come out. its fascinating but scary cuz im pretty sure the good book is against it but i totally wanted to do it right there and then but the restaurant was closing and i didnt want to blow off marc and aj who were with us so ann said she could do it over the phone of all things and me and marc and aj went to avenue a with the punkers and drank at a great rock club where the kid was spinning ramones and the dead boys and all your favorites.
later aj drove us home to brooklyn and even though i wanted to go to bed early i failed at that and didnt hit the hay until 2am. so now i have to may like a tree and get the heck outta here for a lunch meeting with the agent which im pretty sure is gonna be great. she has been really supportive of me for almost a year even though every house has said, pierce? fuck pierce. but theyre just pissed that i dont want to share the cut with them.