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Countdown to the new job. Alleged script news, and a tragic end to the "missing Gus" saga. I saw Greg Fitzsimmons at the gym; you know, "the guy that wouldn't read my Nick DiPaolo pilot." We have picture lock on Sex In Your 40s, but I'm feeling Alan Smithee about it. I tried to read "Story" by Robert McKee, the screenwriting guru. (More like BORE-y) I watched the motion picture "Stand Up Guys," so you don't have to. Speaking of "stand up guys," I watched "Is This Thing On" on the plane to NY, and never prayed for a bird strike more in my life.

We start the episode with Luke possibly part of a murder mystery. We then get into the inexplicable resurgence of NuMetal, and what constitutes modern dad rock. Growing up with Canadian strip clubs, bad shit we did as kids for no reason, "Coachella people," and a myriad of other whimsical, fanciful ruminations.

I went on my first actual job interview probably since Bill Clinton was in office. The library in LA is nothing but a homeless shelter with some books in it. John Joseph from the Cro Mags was on a podcast and I just find the man so whimsically entertaining. Old McDonald caused me harm, ee I ee I blow.

My real life "Seth Rogan in The Studio" dilemma. What the s***s, Fitz? I'm scrambling to find a job in my late 40s, yaaay. I hate people that constantly begin a thought/observation with "look" or "listen," I went to see A Clockwork Orange and realized I really don't like Stanley Kubrick very much. This Week In Burger King Incompetence. Scott Vogel (Terr') on Jake Converge's podcast got a ni**a going down memory lane, n sheeit. I went to the Virzi's house party, and fit in about as well as your high school principal hanging out there. I broke down and saw Project Hail Mary, and mostly wish I hadn't.

But wait, you didn't let me exalt the Jim Crocce montage! Chipotle Incompetence. I had maybe the most offensive text exchange with a prospective date in dating eeeAAAPP history. "Mr. Helper" at the Kind corporation got involved with "improving" my favorite breakfast bar. Who knew a simple open mic would completely devastate my entire Saturday. Hail Mary, and Clint "High Hat" Howard. We're in the last days of Studio D :(

The curse of Carls. I managed to rooker another celebrity into one of my short films. Oscars 2025 very short recap. I finally got to see Django Unchained on a big screen again and had lots of thoughts. I saw Peaky FACKING BLOINDERS movie too. I went out on the town Saturday night with Road Dog.

The show musnt go on! Looks like we evaded a cinematic apocalypse after all, but don't worry – studios are STILL perpetually putting out movies about the wolfman, and chick-lead action movies to lose all their money. Over, and over, and over. (But at least we might get World War Z, part two!) I shot most of my short film since last episode, and had a self imposed frantic weekend as a result of Jim Florentine being here.

The joy of the courdoroy! I learned how to swallow. I went to a speed dating event, mostly for content for this episode. Bokes and I went to Hellfest West Fest to see Turmoil for the first time in 19 years. Then we shot day 1, scene 1 of my new hit skit "Sex In Your 40s."

The worst Friday The 13th "in f****n YEAZ.'" This Week In Open Mics. (It's like old times again! Now I just need dates for dating stories/tales from dating hell!) I had a productive President's Day, despite the torrential rain. I saw Crime 101 and it certainly wasn't Crime 1-0-FUN. I had a high profile, high stakes mission at work this weekend. Lotta presh. Robert Duvall died, and I think maybe his soul waved at me/tapped me on the shoulder as he left this Earthen plane.

In 2026, I legitimately have to worry about my dentist taking political vengeance on me. The Big Game™, and Chopper Fest out in Ventura county. Then I spend the last 10 minutes telling you how good NEXT WEEK's show is gonna be.

I open the show pondering why our default setting is "sloth" instead of "activity," and how/why nature abandoned us on this one. I go into great detail explaining how this new Bruce Springsteen "Streets Of Minneapolis" song is the worst collection of a human voice and instruments together ever recorded in human history. I feel bad for the fat lady from Overboard., 40 years later. I put a bow on my thoughts on "Send Help," the new Sam Raimi movie. (Go f*****g see it) I did my first off-brand open mic set in many months, and have thoughts about it. And then I met with Dr. Eric Rocha and the nefarious Virzi Triplets to go see Jim Norton at the Comedy Store, one of our favorite comedians.

Polish Brandon, co host of the Liquor License podcast joins me for a special episode where we talk about a myriad of tantalizing topics, including: rap videos and videos we wacked it to, the old Pickle Factory in Depew, Brandon's elderly father visiting LA, further analyzation of "the new Hollywood," comics that are good for 30 minutes but not 60 minutes, midget analyzation, and whether or not the Carls Jr by my place is any good. It's some real hot shit.

Im officially in preproduction for Sex In Your 40s, a comedic short I devised. The He Man trailer, and the Oscars being about as legitimate as an Employee Of The Month award from McDonalds at this point. I went to see a local comedy show, and it reminded me why I stopped doing local comedy. Coalesce? More like BLOW-alesce. I got my heartbroken, but qui bono; who benefits? The audience, because it means "more terrible dating stories." I went on one to see Jackass 2 at the New Beverly, details inside. Song Sung Blue? More like Song Sung BLEW.

Minutes from the big meeting with a Hollywood producer. At least Alto Knights didn't have De Niro trying to convincingly beat someone up on screen when he's 79 years old again, like in The Irishman. Kathleen Kennedy has stepped down as head of Lucasfilm. I saw a movie in theaters for every day of the 3 day weekend: Badlands, Dead Man's Wire, and We Bury The Dead. I have thoughts and elaborations on all of them, if you can believe it.

Iphone updates have done nothing but make our phones undeniably worse and more complicated for 20 f*****g years. Del Taco? More like HELL Taco, and I officially retire from Cherry Coke if it's coming out of a soda fountain. The last time you used a payphone was the last time you used a payphone. The opening five minutes of the Naked Gun reboot was about as funny as a child's cancer ward. I spent an unfathomable amount of time at California mandated gun safety courses this weekend, but in between I found time to hate watch The Alto Knights.