Gab Bonesso is an award-winning comedian, columnist, actress and producer based out of Pittsburgh, PA. Her work has been featured on AOL, PBS, CBS, KDKA and WXDX. Gab lives with her mother Starr, her best friend Phineas (the shark), Mrs. Palfrey (a fictional character played by the actress Joan Plowright in the movie: Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont) and her dead father. Gab's hobbies include: watching old movies (preferably from the MGM golden years) and playing pretend.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Community n'@
NEXT SHOW: APRIL 9th @ The Cabaret Theater @ 10:30PM.
Greetings Crazies!!!!!
Somewhere between hours four and five of watching season one of NBC's hit show: Community, Phineas (the shark) turned to me and said, "I believe the producer of this show based the character of Abed on you".
Naturally, I started speaking like a Valley girl and said, "For real? Like, umm, you really think so? Like, O.M.G. that would be, like, SO flattering if that were true!"
Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey exchanged one of their glances. (Not the kind where I think they are both waiting for me to fall asleep so they can "do it", but the other one. The one where they think I talk like a Valley girl.)
Following "the glance", Mrs. Palfrey picked up a wooden ruler and smacked me across the right cheek.
She does that. A lot.
Phineas chortled, Palfrey dropped the wooden ruler and stormed out of our apartment*.
Two seconds later, Mom called from the first floor of the house. I knew it was Mom because I have a specific ring on my phone for her - The theme song to the Showtime series Dexter.
I answered the phone by singing the opening number "Good Morning" from the 1939 Busby Berkley classic: Babes in Arms starring Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland.
Mom applauded and then hung up the phone.
She immediately called back.
I hate it when my phone won't stop ringing. So naturally I answered like this, "WHAT NOW?!!!!".
Mom explained that she heard doors slamming, cheeks being slapped and wooden rulers falling to the ground. She wanted to make sure that everything was fine upstairs because if it wasn't she was going to call our Priest, Father Phil to perform another exorcism on me.
I explained to her that Phil is not a Priest but that he's a Psychiatrist, and that he does not perform "exorcisms". He performs lobotomies. Good ones too. He barely leaves a scar. Look at this patient:
Anyway, Mom had to get off of the phone because I needed her to fix my lunch. I needed an energy boost because I had to kick a shark's ass and beat an old lady (Mrs. Palfrey) with a wooden ruler.
(Shakes head.) And you bitches wonder what I do all day...
After my lunch of a dippy egg and french fries, I proceeded to take a hunting knife to Phineas' dorsal fin. Needless to say, that took the wind out of his... LIFE. He's dead. I killed him. Phineas is dead.
Moving on to Palfrey...
I was covered in shark blood, bile and plastic. I had been wounded (figuratively) and there was one more name on my list of death: Sarah Palfrey (from the Claremont).
I slithered down the stairs to the first floor of the house. I saw her grey haired head sitting in my dad's recliner chair directly in front of our not-flat-screen TV.
I was carrying a can of gasoline in one hand and a hot-glue gun in the other. Shiz was about to get epic.
I quietly snuck up behind Mrs. Palfey and poured the gasoline all over her head. Unfortunately, it wasn't gas. Big Brother Bob mis-labeled the can and it was full of oil. Suddenly, Mrs. Palfrey looked like those birdies in the Gulf and I became overwhelmed with grief for dead animals.
I started crying and singing "Moon River".
At this point, Phineas was sitting on our deck smoking a cigarette. He began to yell, "Stop singing that blasted song. You're no Audrey Hepburn and I'm most-definitely not that feygele George Peppard!"
I stepped back. I thought Phineas was dead. I killed him moments earlier. With my own hands.
How could he be smoking a cigarette and insulting me like nothing had happened?
I looked around the room. We were still upstairs. It was now hour six of watching Community.
Where was some evidence of truth?
I looked down at my robe and I saw a fresh stain from a dippy egg. I immediately grabbed the robe and stored it in a plastic bag a la Monica Lewinsky.
NO ONE IS GOING TO TELL ME THAT I DIDN'T SLEEP WITH THE PRESIDENT!
(Pause.)
I mean, no one is going to tell me that I didn't eat an egg and then kill Phineas.
In the meantime, I'm Abed Nadir reminding you:
"Don't poop where you eat!"
Thanks,
*Gab Bonesso does not live in an apartment. She lives in her childhood bedroom with both Phineas and Mrs. Palfrey and about 55 other inanimate creatures.
You can visit Gab on Facebook: HERE
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You can watch Gab on "the youtubes": HERE
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Agents n'@
Welcome Friends, Foes and Ma -
To...
The Imaginary Reality of me (Gab Bonesso).
I needed a new space to talk about outer space and life and Mrs. Palfrey that was not my official website: GABBONESSO.COM .
Apparently, a "booking agent" from "Manhattan" was looking into "representing" me, but when he came across my website: GABBONESSO.COM he read my "former" blog and assumed that I was an imaginary character like Phineas (the shark) and Sarah Palfrey (of the Claremont). So he contacted a different comedian thinking I was a figment of their imagination. That comedian, RICHARD LEWIS, informed him that I was also a real comedian. However, the issue of my "mental state" was also brought up to which Mr. Lewis said, "she's no crazier than me" and that was it. The booking agent disappeared into the urban jungle, Mr. Lewis went back to his air conditioned house in Los Angeles and I crawled into my bedroom (formerly my "childhood bedroom"), grabbed a bottle of absinthe and listened to Phineas (the shark) play our "player piano". The song? "One" from a Chorus Line.*
Why am I telling you this?
Oh my God. Seriously. Why am I telling you this? How is this anecdote going to get me an agent?
Well, regardless, that is the reason why I have been forced to start a new, separate blog away from my website.
I'm still figuring out the format and what not... This is my first blog that Neal Rosenblat did not start for me.
I'm growing up, Neal... You stupid booger-face!
Anyway, I wanted to tell you all about a great night of theater that is taking place in Pittsburgh tomorrow night. It's called: "World Theater Day" and it's part of Bricolage's (937 Penn Avenue) "Fifth Wall" series.
Per the Evite on Facebook:
Bricolage, in conjunction with actors Mark Staley and Rich Venezia, is proud to present World Theatre Day: Conflict and Resolution on Sunday March 27, 2011 at 7:30pm. This program is being presented as part of Bricolage’s new Fifth Wall program, which aims to break the boundaries between storytelling and current events.
The event is FREE. To reserve tickets email: tami@webbricolage.org
In other news, we lost a true movie star this week with the death of Elizabeth Taylor. I was surprised at how badly I took the news. Taylor's performance in the film version of Edward Albee's "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" was the single reason why I became a performer. God speed, Elizabeth. Give a kiss to Dick for me!
Finally,
Find me on Twitter: HERE
Find me on Facebook: HERE
Watch me on "the youtubes": HERE
Please and thank you.
Your pal,
Gab
*Note: Gab Bonesso does not know the proper usage of quotation marks.
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