New Year, Same Old Me

Last week my pic was in the Daily News here as part of a story on "Heebsters" in New York City. I've been too busy to brag about this out of the blue event to anyone other than my family and 400+ of my closest online friends.

Hooray, hurrah!

But really, it's amazing how much one does, and how little relation what you do has to the press you get. But still, it's press, and you just learn to take the sun when it shines on ya.

Speaking of more sun to come, Friday I think I'm doing a spot on an excellent morning radio program. Stay tuned for the 411.

And soon, very soon, a barrage of dates will fly at ya about two fabulous shows on the TV contraption that will feature me. Stay tuned!

Got to run. And by "run" I mean have a sip of wine, walk a ratty little dog named Stan and go to bed.

Happy New Year to all my mishpucha. Here's to a sweet, healthy and downright sexy 5769, why not? Ya, Sexy New Year to you.

My Day, Made

So I'm performing again, after a self and then life-imposed slow down. But now I'm back on TV, soon to be on two shows on different nets and there's a small possibility I might be doing some amazingly exciting comedy event on the road. Details to come, if they come.

However, I sometimes feel rusty. Work is awesome but I simply don't have the time to do those excellent but grimy unpaid shows you should do to keep oneself sharp.

Anywho, just as I was thinking I'm a rusty ol' sow, I found this by accident. It's an interview with Chris Hampton, amazingly talented creator and curator of the long-running, amazingly awesome (yet dearly departed) WYSIWYG talent show. Here's the part that made my ego sing:

BH: Now that WYSIWYG is entering its fourth year, I imagine you’ve seen a lot of talented people perform. Do you have any particular favorites?

CH: Hmm. Maybe Susie Felber’s story from a show about summer camp experiences. Her mother was one of those touchy-feely moms who think ALL children are special — so she innocently and cluelessly signed Susie up for a camp for “special” children. But it’s REALLY hard to pick just one!

Yes, this made me very happy. Thanks Chris, Google and even mom who, in the 70's, thought "special" meant "gifted."

My friend Bob has a new book out -- again! It's gotten stunning reviews. Here's a video featuring Bob himself, currently being shown on TV.

Dinosaur vs. Bedtime from bob shea on Vimeo.
Isn't that awesome? Fer sure.

Buy a copy or five of Dinosaur vs. Bedtime right here.