Yes, I’m referring to myself as Brode in the title.

I’ve created this monster without the help of RSS feeds or religious ceremonies. My life has been devoted to comedy and honesty. If I sold real estate or Used Cars maybe I wouldn’t be so real. But I was raised pre-internet, where pain, hurt and anger drove the performer on stage. Not bagging on a celebrity through your web cam or upsetting good people at the local Sam’s Club.

I stick to my guns and believe in my craft, saved a couple dollars and now have 8 weeks to make it in Hollywood.

Seriously, I don’t care if you don’t get this, that’s our point. Your art should be done for your soul, not views on You Tube; but cool and respected friends who invite you to the top parties in this company town based on nepotism, looks and credits.

I’ve broken that chain by taking two steps back, ducking in through the side door via personal relationships with studio lot security guards and various valet teams.

DVD’s and candy will get you the best parking spots in LA.

But seriously, just goofing. Let’s talk news…

-Sickening. The guy with the baby on video in Nevada, gross. His name is Chester. He’s on the run, a real life “Chester the Molester”.

-Congrats to all my friends competing in this month’s Major League Baseball Playoffs. Yanks vs. Cubs would be neat, so many scenarios, so many memories on the docket ready to go. Starting off tonight in Denver as Jake Peavy goes for his 20th victory of 2007, against the Rockies with all the regular season marbles up for grabs (yes, ALL of the regular season marbles). What’s more important? Winning 20 games or getting into the post season? I say both. Good luck Jay, let’s do it for Milton Bradley, Mike Scott style! (only true baseball fans will appreciate/understand this paragraph)