The city is built on a pyramid scheme.

Hey, gang!

Laughfest in Grand Rapids Michigan was amazing. We had a great standup show and an amazing live WTF. Thank you to all who came out! This weekend I will be in Bloomington, Indiana at The Comdey Attic. It’s a small club so the shows will be intense and intimate and funny, if you are into that kind of thing and in the area. Please check my schedule to the left of here for shows that you can come to down the street from where you are.

I turned in the manuscript for my book. I have no idea how it got written or what it is but I handed a large bunch of words to my editor and I hope we can make a book out of it. I re-read it and I think there’s some good stuff in there. I will keep you in the loop.

I stayed at the Amway Hotel in Grand Rapids. Apparently the city is built on a pyramid scheme. It is the top of the pyramid. I did absolutely no research on the founders of Amway and I honestly don’t know how they made all their money. I mean, does anyone really sell Amway? I know people think they can sell Amway and they get the kit and the order forms and the little zip pouch for all the money they are going to make going door to door with their catalog of poorly labeled products that usually need to be diluted. Does anyone even buy Amway or is its fortune built by people buying the kits? Are there any actual Amway products or is all the money just the fees from starry-eyed desperate people who think they can make a killing selling cleaning fluid in their neighborhood OR is it all a front for the illuminati and Amway is just one of the many faces of the beast? I don’t know. I know that I tried to sell it in high school and I was rejected once and put the samples in the closet.

The enchanting and odd Mary Mack is on the show on Monday. She is a true Midwesterner with an approach to comedy that has a childlike innocence. I love her. On Thursday, Molly Shannon is back on the show for a one-on-one. It was great to talk to her - a deep and funny chat.

Hope to see you soon.


Love,
Maron