Let Them Ho’s Fight

So YouTube rolled out special accounts for comedians (musicians as well, incidentally). Cool. They did not, however, roll out a means for upgrading an existing account. Not so cool. Also, once an account has been disabled it may not be reenabled, nor will the user name ever be available again. Total bummer.

RIP letthemhosfight@youtube.com
13 September 2006–28 September 2006

Anyway, Let Them Hos Fight has a new new YouTube Channel. Mort Gets Huge has moved as well.

(Google Video and The Internet Archive links are, of course, unaffected.)

The site is live! Look at all the new things!

Now I have to run to the show because I do everything at the last damned minute all the time.

Let Them Ho’s Fight now has an official YouTube channel. Mort Gets Huge, which premiered at last Friday’s iO show, is available there now.

Mort also gets huge on Google Video and the Internet Archive.

Incidentally, all videos premiere on the Internet Archive first. So once something shows up there it’s only a matter of time before it hits YouTube and Google Video.

An explosive comedy device has been set in iO’s DCT and it is about to go awesome.

Let Them Ho’s Fight will be returning to iO’s Del Close Theater for two very special shows.

Friday, September 15th and 22nd, the Ho’s will bring their unique brand of in-your-face fast paced improv back to where it all started. After spending the last few months downstairs in the Cabaret space with their good buddies Cook County Social Club, the Ho’s are ready to once again destroy the DCT stage.

Get ready to be totally a’sploded.

Let Them Ho’s Fight.

Where: The Del Close Theater, 3541 N Clark St, Chicago IL 60657-1611

When: Friday, September 15, 2006 & Friday, September 22, 2006 @ midnight CST

Tickets: 5 bucks at the door

I’ve been playing guitar with my roommate Chris a lot recently. We’ve been a little reluctant to call ourselves a band though, as we haven’t had a gig, or really written anything. Until Chris came up with the name: Tyranasaurus Sex. The logo I’m envisioning is a Tyranasaurus with jet black hair cascading over his shoulders as he reclines on a satin bed. If any artists are reading this and would like to draw up a version of that or anything else involving a sexy Tyranosaur, I’d totally let you sit in on one of our rehersals. To just watch, or play, we’re pretty open. We primarilly do folk rock stuff with a sprinkle of nasty R & B thrown in.

I’m bored at work, so I just did a free writing exercise. Here it is:

Where did the phrase panty waste come from? You know? Does it mean, like “I wouldn’t waste a good pair of panties on you.” Cause if that’s the deal, who gives a shit? Or does it mean “You’re about as useful as a pair of panties. Which isn’t very useful at all, for anything other than covering vaginas. So why don’t you go cover up a vagina and stop wasting my time. You waste of space. You panty waste of space. You panty waste of Space Jam, the partially animated Michael Jordan movie. That’s how much you mean to me. As much as a crappy 90s version of Bugs Bunny, in a jersey. In space.” I bet it probably means the latter one. Pretty vicious.

Nice. Just killed a half an hour. See ya dudes!