The PEN15 Club

Hi friends. Jordan here. I know I keep threatening to actually give Rob a hand in running this joint, but I’ve found it increasingly difficult to find opportunities to write with my new work situation. And frankly, there’s a bigger problem than my schedule: living so far away from Rob. Truth be told, not only is he the greatest guy I know, but he’s also my comedic muse. For serious. I’m remarkably less clever without being able to suckle on the teat of wit and wisdom that is Rob. We even tried breast pumps and FedEx and it just wasn’t the same; something happens to Rob’s funny-milk when it’s exposed to jet fuel that turns it into something that might as well have dripped out of Dane Cook.

Too far? Too far.

But dammitall, I’m not throwing in the towel. Last night I saw Kathy Griffin do a two and a half hour set at the Gibson Amphitheater. My sides still hurt – from the laughing, not the sharp, flailing elbows of the surrounding gays. Oh yeah, the guy to my right was “straight,” which he insisted on exclaiming multiple times throughout the evening. I wonder if he felt like I did that time I was kidnapped and forced to watch “Everybody Loves Raymond.” My point is, if Kathy can turn out a killer (and what I presume to be mostly fresh) show night after night, I can write a few schlocky posts about the gay news and my new celebrity neighbors for y’all.

So where to start? All of our favorite topics (The View, TR Knight, Meg Ryan, Anderson Cooper, etc.) have been co-opted by the regular media and are probably wearing thin with you. But who/what is the new paradigm of ridiculousness?

Oh! And by this time next week, Rob will be here in LA visiting me, which not only means a fantastic photo gallery is coming your way, but I’ll also be able to stockpile and freeze a bunch of the funny to keep this bitch hummin’.