Shows start October 25!

Check it out! (try to ignore the ugly web design and long-winded text)
The point is: I'm performing again! Come see me live at Aiolou 48-50 (Monasthraki station)...
I'm going to need all the help I can get... I'm already scared shitless...!

(edit: an anonymous tip informed me that it's October 25, after all)

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Το ράδιο

Μου έλεγε η γιαγιά μου για όταν πρωτοείδε ραδιόφωνο. Τους είχε κάνει φοβερή εντύπωση. Ήταν μεσημέρι, κι ο θείος που το έφερε είπε να τους βάλει λίγη μουσική...

- Έλα μωρέ θείο, απάντησε η γιαγιά, δεν πειράζει... μην τον ενοχλήσουμε τον άνθρωπο τέτοια ώρα...

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Career Opportunities

How does somebody decide to open a candle shop?
"I'm scared of the dark, but I don't trust electricity, either..."
Or a funeral home? Who are these people who say "You know what? I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of dead bodies."

I wonder what they answered on those career personality tests.

-Do you enjoy peace and quiet?
-Did you play with dolls, as a child?
-Are you easily startled by sudden movements?
-Do you enjoy dressing people up but hate it when they breathe?
-Do you like people, but only until they start talking?
-Do you wish people would really listen to you?

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I have a friend... #1

I have a friend. He likes to eat chocolate and bacon pancakes.

It's always fun whenever he orders.
-Hi, what can I get you?
-Hey, I'd like a pancake... with chocolate and bacon, please.
-Right... *writes it down* --Whaaaa?

So we're out together, and he asks for a chocolate and bacon pancake and I'm a curious person and I'm wondering "what does a chocolate and bacon pancake taste like?"
I realize that I'm never going to order any for myself - this is my chance to find out. So he gives me a bite of his chocolate and bacon pancake. And you know what?

It tastes like a pancake. With chocolate. And bacon.

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Return of the Barbarians

Hello there,
I feel we've reached a sort of... threshold of familiarity. I think I'm finally comfortable enough to share some facts about my family.
First of all, I have 4 siblings. Our house is always full. Of noise. Never a dull moment, and all that.

Fortunately, everybody else was gone on vacation these past few weeks. Me? I spent the summer working, therefore enjoying the rare opportunity of having the entire place to myself.
Unfortunately, they're all back, now. And, as if there weren't enough of them as it is, they brought grandma and grandpa along.

So, after 2 months of eating alone (or barely eating) I suddenly find myself having dinner with a party of 8.
We say grace and sit down. I'm pretty starved and the burgers and pasta are making my mouth water. As I'm about to dig in, I realize that whoever set the table gave me 2 knives. And not even the manly kind you can cut with, I'm talking about 2 butter knives.
So I get up from the table and walk all the way to the cutlery drawer to fetch a fork. I sit down again and finally take a bite. It's delicious.
Then, my father asks for the salad. I pass him the salad.
I eat some pasta. It's good pasta.
My sister decides she wants a paper towel. Of course, she can't fetch it herself because she's sitting on the good side of the table. I reach back and stretch as far as I can and hand her the paper towels.
Meanwhile, after all this time, my mouth has dried up. I reach for my glass only to find out that I have no glass. Grandma's claimed it as her own.
So I get up. Again. To get a glass. I fill it at the sink, drink half, fill it up again and sit back at the table.
I've barely picked up my fork when grandpa, aching for some vegetables, reaches for the salad. He hits my glass, instead, and spills the water all over my plate and lap.

At that point, I just left. I waited 'till they were done before going back to the kitchen and eating by myself.

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Falling Piano

This is an idea I've had for a long time. Originally I was going to use a grand piano, but I ended up going with the anvil. First of all: it's easier to draw (and has cleaner lines). Secondly, I think anvils are, much more than pianos, items whose main ability is to fall.

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