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Benjamin Ragheb lives in New York City. He performs comedy with Fat Penguin and Zuleyka.
He is the developer of FatWatch and MetroCost.
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Last night I had my first show with an unnamed improv group. Anyone have any suggestions for names?
2nd Avenue?
DONE. You are fools if you do anything else.
The sign reads, “two avenue.” Otherwise, Nicole is correct.
"What has two thumbs and realizes it’s his own fault?
But if I slightly tilt them forward I can easily just Fonze it. Eyyyyy!"
Frank Hejl makes a brilliant discovery.
via bridgecomedy. This makes no sense whatsoever: 10. Because you’re overweight If I understand this correctly, it says that if you’re overweight, some options are: WTF?
If navigating the dance floor of a chubby-chasers’ party is your idea of a nightmare, you’ll find dreamy—and generously proportioned—performers at Le Scandal (Laurie Beechman Theater at the West Bank Café, 407 W 42nd St between Ninth and Tenth Aves, downstairs; 212-695-6909; Sat 10:30pm, $25 plus $15 minimum). Besides the arty burlesque action, there’s an excellent chance that the audience (men and women alike) will be into your voluptuousness. And fleshy bodies are positively appreciated at Spring Studio’s life drawing classes (64 Spring St at Lafayette St, 212-226-7240; $15, beginners and walk-ins welcome). Experienced teachers lead group classes through the study of the human form using models of all shapes, ages and genders—the only materials you need are charcoal and a pad. If the thought of all that effort just leaves you hungry, there’s always a Single Gourmet of New York dining club event (singlegourmetny.com). It’s not a dating service per se, but its well-attended events just might whet your appetite for a fellow foodie.
Well, how about that? The article I was interviewed for is still online, questionable quotation and all.
I’d like to thank the NY Times for printing such an idiotic quote from me. When I talk to the press, I like to be really vague and throw around words like “stuff” because I don’t want to sound too smart. ”Hey reporter!” I often say, “Can you go through your transcript of our 10-minute conversation and only print the stupidest-sounding thing I said? For instance, if at any point I said something that sounds like a valley girl or a drunk hillbilly might have said it while trying to sound intelligent - PLEASE PRINT ONLY THAT. Better yet - end your article with it.”
Being quoted in the paper is always disappointing at best. I think reporters take pride in upsetting their interview subjects, as a demonstration of their “objectivity.”
I once had a ten minute phone interview with a reporter from a newspaper in Pittsburgh about political organizing. During the call I talked about how everybody needs to hear a message appropriate to them, and joked that I told my parents, should Bush be re-elected, I would become an alcoholic. That was the only part the reporter quoted me on, with enough context removed so that it wasn’t clear if I was being serious or not. It was also at the end of the article.
Lwaxana Troi : Jean-Luc Picard :: Miss Piggy : Kermit the Frog
This tribunal finds this analogy accurate.
Sorry to keep reblogging my nerdy blog, but for once I haven’t dropped it 5 entries in and I like it.
The tribunal has validated my project!
TopatoCo: Periodic Table of Sci-Fi Print
For Katey