Day 18:
Another one of the things lost from TANcast 171 was Noah sharing a funny video. So here is the video with some of the commentary from the guys…
This week, Noah’s mic is messed up for the whole show (sorry), but we promised the “High 5” of cover songs so we salvaged that part of the show.
[CONTENT WARNING] TANcast features mature language and immature hosts but is NOT a representation of the stand up act of Tim Babb. Listener discretion is advised.
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Day 17:
TANcast 171 was lost…but one brave soul dares to sift through the ruins to find the treasures that were thought to be gone forever…
One of the things lost from the show was the triumphant return of Noah’s “Don’t Masturbate in the Kitchen” segment. Here is the transcript from that part of the show… Read the rest of this entry »
Day 16:
Another late blog today…but with a much better reason. Tonight, I got a last minute call to do stand-up. I guess some other comic had to cancel…I dunno the details, but it ends with me doing a set at the Crows Nest in Santa Cruz. I love this venue. When I first started, other comics would always talk about it like it was a horror show. I guess, crowds there can be rowdy, loud, and generally very hostile. I don’t know if it’s luck or if my particular brand of comedy clicks with that crowd, but that has never been the case for me. I’ve always had a great time at the Crow’s Nest. Tonight was no exception.
One of the perks of the room is that it is usually packed with very attractive college-age people. Half of those people are women. Obviously, I’m happily married, but good scenery is always appreciated. Tonight there were many lovely ladies in the crowd. Most of them were the typical stuck up looking gals who look like they want nothing to do with me. Which suits me just fine. I doubt they want to talk about their concerns about the Superman reboot, so it’s best we leave it at “thanks for coming to the show.”
However there was one gal tonight who I’m pretty sure was trying to send some signals my way. First off, when I was on stage she kept “wooing” at me. Which is not uncommon for drunk people, so I didn’t think much of it. Then during my “nerd” chunk, she kept screaming “I love nerds!” Well, I didn’t believe that for a second, so again I assumed she was just drunk and wanted to yell out.
After my set, I’m at the bar getting my free root beer (like a BOSS) and she comes up to me and says I was “the best comedian ever.” At this point it is clear that she is either really drunk or that the only comedians she has ever seen are me, Katt Williams, and Larry the Cable Guy. I say, “thanks,” and she shows me her drink and says, “wanna help me finish this?” Well first of all, clearly you want every drop of that, my dear. Second of all I do a five minute bit in my act about being married. I know you heard it, you were in the front row. But no problem, thanks to my lack of dentist visits and my love of Skittles, I now have a sure fire way to put an end to this nonsense. So I smile at here revealing my missing tooth (like a…failure). To my surprise and dismay, she does not run screaming, she edges in a little closer to that uncomfortable “in my personal space” bubble. Ladies, if a missing tooth doesn’t slow your roll, you are TOO drunk!
Fortunately, the bartender had my root beer at that moment so I grabbed it and said, “nice to meet you.” Then I went back to the other side of the bar.
Postscript: Later on I am watching the headliner’s set and I see the drunken lass again. She is sitting on some dude’s lap. After a few minutes I notice they are making out. The headliner is on stage telling jokes, the crowd is laughing, and these two are snogging up a storm. This lead me to wonder did she a) hook up with this fellow after things with “the best comic ever” didn’t work out? or b) come to the club with that guy and was our interaction doubly inappropriate? For fear of being sucked into her web of drunken debauchery, I did not find out which it was. After all, what is life without a little mystery?
Day 15:
So I’m doing some social networking (aka seeing how many girls who rejected me in high school are still single. Answer? Enough to make me happy) and I come across this ad…
I will now take you through all the reasons this ad pisses me off… Read the rest of this entry »
Day 14:
As a comedian, I run into some really funny people. Every so often I meet a comedian that I enjoy so much that I want the world to know. So during this blog-filled October (Blogtober), I’ll be highlighting a wonderful comic each Friday in a feature called TGIF: (This Guy/Gal Is Funny). These won’t be long essays or anything, just a little recommendation on some people to go to when you want to laugh. This week, I want to draw your attention to Laurie Kilmartin.
Day 13 (extra):
This blog is a make up for not posting yesterday.
So Cracked posted the results for it’s Photoshop contest today of R-Rated Versions of Classic Disney Movies. Lo and behold, your buddy Tim’s entry appeared at #18.
Unfortunately, I made the mistake of looking at the comments section. After reading 197 comments about how the #2 entry was not a Disney movie. I saw one about my entry: Read the rest of this entry »
Day 13:
Cracked ran another Photoshop contest (as they are known to do), but this one seemed like it had “Tim Babb” written all over it. They told us to show what it would look like if Disney movies got gritty, R-rated reboots. Out of all the entries I submitted, only one got chosen. Ah well, what the Cracked readers missed out on, you get to enjoy. (If you’d like to hear more about my entry that did make the list check out “yesterday’s” blog.)
Davy Crockett
At first I thought this might have been flagged for accuracy since Davy is clearly older than 3 and he’s standing in front of the Alamo. (He was born on a mountain top in Tennessee…greenest state in the land of the free). But then, the #2 entry on the official list wasn’t even a Disney movie. So I assume this was just too awesome. Read the rest of this entry »
Day 11:
I should have been to bed an hour ago. I have to be up in 4 hours. Therefore: this blog sucks. Sorry. Here, watch me on Wipeout again..
Love,
-Tim
Day 10:
I swear I just looked at the clock a second ago and it was 9:15. But as I look now, it’s almost midnight? Why does time pass so quickly these days?
It’s not even like it was when I was a kid where time would pass quickly at recess but slooooooooow during class. Time just zips by all the time now! Doesn’t matter if I’m doing something I want to do or something I hate doing. Time just flashes by.
“Ugh…this root canal sucks! WHAT? It’s been five hours already?! Well, I guess it’s like they say…Time flies when someone’s drilling a hole in your skull!”
I think I may be time traveling at a rate slightly faster than normal time! Quick call Doc Brown, or Bill and Ted, or even (shudder) Dr. Who! I don’t care who you call I just want to be able to do more than one thing after dinner before it’s midnight!
You suck, Time!