Welcome to Atlanta. Bienvenido a Atlanta.

21 09 2009

The BEES (well, 3/4 of them) got in Aaron’s Blazer, no not the jacket, and drove a gazillion hours, or 7, to Atlanta, Georgia for the 6th Annual Black Box Improv Festival.

Here is a short 3-4 minute video recapping adventures.




Bits N’ Clips.

24 03 2009

Hey guys. We’re working on getting some show clips online for your entertainment and enjoyment. YouTube has been not liking our high quality videos and so they are taking a while to upload… but here are two fun clips for you! 🙂

The Worst State Fair Prize Ever

A Present Unlike Any Other.

Enjoy 🙂

Entrance Fail.

25 02 2009

Yep. This happened. Best entrance to a show. EVER. We love you, Jenni.

Ahh NCCAF. The best 5 days in a long time.

NCCAF: Play Hard or Go Home.

20 02 2009


Yeah, we are a SEXY bunch

Yeah, we are a SEXY bunch

Yep. Made of BEES had their first NCCAF appearance last night. And they ROCKED the joint. (*Pictures coming soon). We wanted to take this opportunity to thank the DSI Comedy Theatre, the NC Comedy Arts staff, fans, and everyone who has been supporting this awesomely incredible festival. There are still 9 more shows TONIGHT and 7 more shows TOMORROW! Holy sh*t! That’s a lot of comedy.

So, if you are sad you missed the first 2 nights, don’t fret. Come check out shows tonight and tomorrow. Unless you are reading this on Sunday… or any day after that. Because it will be too late. 

But if you are reading this at a later time and you attended one of those shows, thank you. And man, that bit about the race cars and barbies? — GREAT BIT. Am I right?

I think I just blew my own mind. 

All for now.



19 02 2009

For the full effect of the title, sing the words in the style of Fiddler on the Roof’s “Tradition…Tradition!

Good morning, you beautiful humans,  you.  Zach here yet again, making a post before heading down to the North Carolina Comedy Arts Festival, where I’m performing in no less than 12 hours.  Eek, indeed.

Typically I’d be in class right now, learning about english or something-or-other.  But, the prof’s sick, so that leaves me with about 2.5 hours before my next class.

Bad news: It’s 2.5 hours.

Good news: It leaves me plenty of time to tell you about the audition I had this past Monday.

Friday I get a call from the talent agency I signed up with here in Richmond about two years ago.  This was the first time they had ever called.  Surprisingly, they wanted to send me to an audition for a viral video that a large credit card company was producing.  I won’t say the name of the company, for fear of litigation, but I will tell you that they ask you constantly what is in your wallet.

So I accept the audition, of course.  They tell me great, and send me the copy.  I open it up, and I’m reading for the role of “Large man”.  Now I’m okay with this, as I am un gran hombre.  So I look through the script, and apparently said Large man is supposed to enter wearing nothing but his undergarments, slippers, and a smile.  Then he makes a euphemistic poop joke, another joke about his skin being delicate, then vacates the scene.

I read it, and read it again.  “Alright,” I tell myself, “It’s not Shakespeare, but long as it pays.”

Monday rolls around, the day of the audition.  I get a little gussied up and head to the hotel where they’re doing the auditions for everyone.  Locating the room, I find that there’s only a couple of people there, all dressed smarter than me, and all looking very, very intense.

I approach one gentleman.  An Asian guy, taller than me, skinny, wearing a black button-down shirt, black slacks, a purple tie, and some very stylish glasses.  Smiling, I ask him if we’re supposed to wait out here in the hallway, or go in.  He scans me pretty noticeably, then says, in a very droll, hipster voice, “No.  We stay out here.”

Now I can handle the drollness, and I can handle the hipsterness.  But why in the world did he feel the need to look me over as if I’m competition for whatever role he was reading for?  I’m 5’7″, and a large, sexy hunk of a man.  He’s 5’11”, thin as a rail, and obviously up to date on whatever GQ is saying is fashionable these days.  Really doubt we’re up against each other, buddy.

In any case, I get called in.  Do the whole little how-do-you-do dance, get my slate taken, and we’re almost ready to begin.  Of course I do the thing that shouldn’t be done, and ask them how they want it read.  They tell me to just do I can with it.

So I do.  I do it twice, they thank me and send me on my merry way.  I thank them in return and head back out into the hallway.  The hipster dude’s still there, so being the friendly guy I am, I wish him a good audition.  He looks me over again, then just tilts his head up slightly in acknowledgment.

So thanks, hipster guy.  Thanks for reminding me why exactly I’m shifting away from the acting thing to focus on a teaching career and improvisation.  Hopefully I won’t deal with your type again.

Gah, actors.

Gov. Blagojevich’s Unemployment Snafu: SOLVED!

29 01 2009

The Illinois state Senate voted unanimously today in the impeachment trial of Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich.

He couldnt possibly have been a good governor... he looks like a Grinch.

He couldn't possibly have been a good governor... he looks like a Who from Whoville.

Governor Blagojevich (for those of you who pay no attention to the news and/or PerezHilton.com) was accused of trying to sell the Senate seat formerly held by President Barack Obama. During the trial, Blagojevich claimed that he “did nothing wrong” and that there is really no sufficient evidence to convict him. 

Blah, blah, Blahgojevich. Your feelings are really none of my concern. We have bigger fish to fry. Elisabeth Hasselbeck from “The View” announced today that she is preggers. Which means, pretty soon she’ll be on maternity leave. Which means, there’s a seat open. And THAT seat is going to need to be filled.

I have some outstanding debts that need to be “taken care of” and I know a guy at ABC [actually, I know a girl who knows a guy at ABC]. Well Mr. Blagojevich, I have JUST the job for you! Personally, I think “Blagojevich, Behar, & Goldberg” has a nice ring to it (or it just sounds like a bad injury law firm).

So, B-Dog (can I call you B-Dog?) give me a ring. Let’s work something out. My phone is always open.

Forget the FACTS.

27 01 2009

My friend Ryan and I have been doing comedy together since the fall of 2003. We both live in Richmond, VA. We both love writing. We both love the news. BUT we hate facts. So we have decided to put together a news show. Check out our first episode here. I also posted the video on my “videos” page. Ironic, eh?


Were technologically-savvy, too!

We're technologically-savvy, too!

Oh, and I updated my links section, too. Awesome. OH, AND I fixed my resume page. Even more AWESOME.

PS: Where’s all this snow people keep talking about?