A local comic who goes by the name of Kate Urquhart is fighting cancer right now. Her condition is unstable, to say the least. Usually my blog are full of hilarity but this one is quite serious. Cancer sucks. That's an understatement. I think we all know at least someone who's had cancer and either passed away due to it or, thankfully, overcome it and is in remission. I don't know Kate or her partner Barb well at all, I've only met them a handful of times but each time has been a memorable and warm experience. Despite the fact that I'm not close with her, I feel it necessary to spread the word about her experience. She's becoming somewhat of a celebrity right now with articles in the Pioneer Press and quite a few benefit shows in her honor, one of which will have Maria Bamford as the headliner. It really sucks that Kate won't be able to see the show, unless of course a miracle happens. And it very well could. Maria Bamford is one of her idols. I can't blame her. Maria is awesome.
The reason I'm writing this blog is because the comedy community in the Twin Cities is a tight one and as close to a family as some may get. Kate and her partner Barb need all the support and love this community can give right now. They're blessed to have friends like Jenn Schaal, Wendy Maybury, Maggie Farris, Tiffany Norton, Margret Blaylock and so many others who's names would take up pages if I wrote them all out. Despite the fact that they have all of this wonderful support, they could still use more. I know times are tough for just about everyone, financially speaking, but if you have an extra buck or two to spare I know they would appreciate it. Barb has been by Kate's side throughout this entire process. Work has been missed and medical bills have stacked up, as they tend to do in these cases.
Here is a link to the Give Forward page Jenn Schaal has put together to raise funds for Barb and Kate. Again, anything helps. Below are the details on the two benefit shows being put together. Something tells me more shows will be coming, which is great. All proceeds from both shows will go directly to Barb and Kate.
Friday, January 18
Where: The Comedy Corner Underground
1) Andy Brynildson
2) Chris Maddock
3) Wendy Maybury
4) James King
5) Maggie Farris
6) Andrew Cahak
More comics to be announced...
Get your tickets HERE
Tuesday, January 22
Where: House of Comedy at the Mall of America
1) MC Maggie Faris
2) Samelia T Quioh
3) Raghav Mehta
4) Phoebe Bottoms
5) Dan Mogol
6) Mike Linden
7) Corey Adam
8) Greg Berman
9) John Russell
10) Mike Brody
11) Pat Susmilch
12) Wendy Maybury
13) Jenn Schaal
14) John Conroy
15) HEADLINER Maria Bamford
Get your tickets HERE
(there will also be a raffle/auction held with all proceeds benefitting Kate and Barb)
If you can give a dollar or two or attend one of these shows, I'm sure Barb would really appreciate it and I know Kate would flip her shit if she knew Maria Bamford was performing in her honor.
Cancer can suck it.
Sports have never been my thing. When the SuperBowl comes around every Summer, I'm like, "Man, I don't know anything about basketball." Competition terrifies me. It's always been anxiety-inducing. See, I used to be a fat kid. My mom calls it, "prepubescent fat." I call it "too many afternoons watching the Montel Williams Show, eating fried lunch meat and RingDings."
I come from a decidedly non-sports family. We're not necessarily anti-sports but we don't go out of our way to watch them or participate in them. We're more of a politics and religion family than anything. We get excited about things like caucuses and primaries and Democratic National Conventions which are like the playoffs of politics. My parents attempted to get my brothers and I into sports when we were kids by signing us up for t-ball but I was usually the kid who ran the wrong way around the bases if I even hit the ball in the first place.
As if t-ball wasn't enough physical activity, we had our daily gym classes, aka "phy ed." I don't know if they still do the Presidential Fitness Test but it was alive and well when I was in elementary school. They should've called it the Presidential Fartness Test since every activity inevitably made you fart in your partner's face. Especially the sit-ups.
I think my sit-and-reach score was a negative number. I've never been flexible. Crunchy, yes. Flexible, no.
Then there were the gym teachers. Most of them were fairly nice but a lot of them were downright cruel. Not to me so much. I was adorable and I think they felt bad for me. No 8-year-old should have acne. Some of the other kids, though. Man. There was a kid named Marcus in my class who was pushing at least 200 lbs as a fifth grader. He's probably a linebacker for the Twins or something now but back then, he got a lot of shit from our gym teacher, Mr. Haynes. One time, Marcus sat on one of those square skateboard things that always pinched your fingers and it broke underneath him. Of course, Mr. Haynes pointed it out to the entire class and everyone laughed and laughed. I'd like to say I didn't laugh with them but, as a fat kid who wasn't being picked on for once, I may have been pretty elated. I hope Marcus looks at his Stanley Cup every night, thinking about that day in gym class and smiles to himself, knowing that he's really made it. And that Mr. Haynes is dead now.
For fear of being made fun of Marcus-style, I would usually daydream and make rock puzzles at recess and then go to the nurse's office for the lost and found sweatpants I would inevitably need because I peed my pants a lot. I am living proof that just because you were the antithesis of "cool" in elementary school, that doesn't mean you can't be super awesome in real life as an adult. Subjectively speaking. I do not wear sweatpants anymore ever. Too traumatic.
Having said all of that, I do love baseball. I have memories of watching games with my dad and listening to them in the car. I don't necessarily follow it but I enjoy watching it. Playing it, however, is a different story. I played softball in junior high and I actually really enjoyed it and I wasn't half bad at it. My team went to states or semi-states or city regionals or something. I almost tried out for the softball team in high school but I thought, "nahhh, competition scares me." So I got into theater instead... because theater is the least competitive thing in the history of everything ever...
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