Hey gang, Brode here, hanging on a damp Sunday in South California.

Things are great, preparing for Arizona on the heels of another successful Chelsea Lately appearance. Two down, more to go? You never know in this town, don’t plan on it. Reset your DVR settings.

Comedy has been going well, rode Atlantic Coast vibes back from Boston. Blue collar salutations in a town known for fresh Chowder and literature.

Tonight (Sunday) I’ll be in Hollywood for Josh Fadem’s Acid Reflux @ The Ramada Inn on Vermont. Starts after 9pm, all the cool kids who fit into thrift and/or American Apparel will be on hand judging outsiders.

I’m in, please don’t ask how or why. You’ll know when and if.

BS: Cryptic Cockiness.

Time for a photo! (lemme check my desktop…)

Super Bowl Week 42 is gonna go off the latches, and I’m diving in spikes first to second base! I’m in shape and ready for my return. Twenty years later I’m back in Tempe where it all began… Pre-internet, pre-Starbucks, Post-Fontaine.

Love my Kettlebells, almost up to two 45’s, swinging them, driving up from a solid base and Bosu Ball. I’m seeing results. Throwing a major league baseball with the precision of All-Stars and multi-millionaires. You think I’m kidding? You think this is a joke? Wanna see receipts from Sports Chalet?? I’m crushing tubing, creating a core and bracing for Spring Training in Vero Beach and Phoenix.

Had a great run with the Yankees, but I now bleed Dodger Blue and it feels so right. Back home at Chavez Ravine where I belong.

You think I’m nuts? Here’s another photo, the gal from 27 Dresses and the Anatomy show…

Ok, let me calm down, got aggressive and defensive. Gonna take a timeout, will mini-trampoline for a bit. Exercise at a cellular level without the impact and embarrassment of jogging in public with a strange gait. (been honked at, and it hurt)

Juicing as well. Aloe Vera, the Brazilians and Pomegranate. Flushing my system, cleaning pipes, peeing seven times a night.

Think I’ll do a couple commercials this year.

So confident, laminated resume and froze IMDB page… this is what I got, book me!!

Hey, this was fun. Let’s do it again soon.

Boom, there it is. Tonight at 9:30pm <--click yellow text to your left), I've got an hour to do whatever I want.

The date and time fell into my lap. Why not take advantage of this rare opportunity and send out a wi-fi blast just hours before the curtain rises?

Very professional, I reverse advertise utilizing several quality assured techniques.

Blogs, a MySpace photo comment and radio in another state.

In other news...

I knew something was up with those guys at The SF Zoo attack. Sorry their friend died, feel even worse for the tiger who got shot by Dirty Harry. See kids, this is what happens when you do drugs and break rules: you may get clawed to death

Enjoyed my four days in Boston. What a fantastic city, very cold, but fantastic nonetheless. The people are real, the streets are old and the girls are very attractive. Hello ladies, yes that was me… Brody Stevens eating delicious seafood alone inside the comforts of Quincy Market.

Shot a sports comedy series for NESN (New England Sports Network) at The Comedy Connection with Barry Katz and Gary Gulman. I helped run the production (aka audience warm-up) – also did my 7-minute stand-up spot that went over quite well thank you. Look for it sometime in the summertime running on NESN and/or available on Blue Ray.

Everyone was cool, local staff, hires, comedians, audiences, etc. Try and get crowds like this in LA. Heck no. Sorry fellow Angelinos.

What else…

Feeling pretty good, will be in Arizona for Super Bowl Week (not the game, I have an appointment that day, getting perm did at Fantastic Mam’s). Look for me roaming the streets of Old Town in Scottsdale.

My Dad was born in Phoenix, my late Grandmother’s first boyfriend was the brother of Barry Goldwater. Some family roots are still present in Miami/Globe, AZ.

Bottom line, The Grand Canyon State and I have a mutual respect for each other. I’ve been known to get emotional, but I will keep my composure throughout the duration of this post.

Darn! Forgot my iBook charger at the hotel in Faneuil Hall.

It’s official, tonight it rains in LA and I’m legally afraid to drive through Laurel Canyon. Could be mudslides or a Spears Paparazzi scrum… Either way, I’m stay at home glued to TMZ weather reports.

Good English with Old English listening to Modern English while eating… you got it, Fresh Polish Relish from the Ocean.

Funny to say, less humorous to peck.

Anywise…

I’m into the dots thing again… sorry. Can’t help myself. It’s my personal tribute to Larry King and baseball beat writers. And yes I know what they’re called (the dots thing), just don’t wanna spellcheck right now. That’s how lazy I am. I refuse to activate a browser embedded command.

Epileptic Eclipses or something like that.

Are we done with Pinkberry yet? Popping up, I notice. Can’t hide from the sign and color scheme, it’s in my head for good. And let’s get off the cup cake bandwagon while we’re at it. These rich in taste stores are the evil cousin of a Krispy Kreme/Ebay mind melt.

Yuck.

Please correct me if I’m wrong. I’ll admit, I may be wrong. That’s how sure I am!!

Dropped by Merrillwood the other night. I was possibly somewhat funny at times, spaz-like only once or twice. Some foul language, so NSFW.

I was proud of my speech pattern and comedic take on today’s current events. If you must, I show up at the 15 minute clip and hang out for quite some time.

Enjoy…

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