My real life "Seth Rogan in The Studio" dilemma. What the shits, 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 fuckin 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 fucking 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.