Hello music friends,

Please remember to vote for my rockin’ poppin,’ squeaky-clean, family-friendly, jungle-jolly, retro-ish, boogie-woogie, baybeeBoomer-safe, Reailty-Rock music track “ELEPHANT SONG” in the online YOBISing contest at:

http://www.yobi.tv/yobising/contestant/3588/madmark11/the-elephant-song

DEADLINE: Sunday 28th, 10:00 p.m. EST

Thank you!

Hello, dear Friends,

You think my comedy sucks, but you like my music? You are not alone. Many of my old (baby-boomer) friends and fans in particular, to whom I have been the Walt Disney of music, liken my comedy to Disney molesting Mickey Mouse (sigh, comedy is a hard life).

 

Soooo, out of mercy for those of you who feel like that about my stuff, I have entered a music (!) submission in the international YOBISing contest: “The Elephant Song.” Yes, I did! And guess what? Not only does it fit my pious musical Disney image, but my good friend, web artist Rozeeee Edwards, has put together a Disney-ish slide-show clip for it. Uh-huh! It’s all good, clean fun (no “dirty-mouth” Mad Mark poo-poo!) Even the baby AND the baby sitter can watch and listen to it without fear of corruption! In fact, if baby is cranky, this will make it go ga-ga-ga and go to sleep, dreaming of all the happy creatures dancing around the elephant and his special chimpanzee friend… So, please vote for the track and me, and spread the word. Please.

Here is the direct link for my Yobi voting page:

http://www.yobi.tv/yobising/contestant/3588/madmark11/the-elephant-song

 

The required membership is a free, simple, no hassle, one-time requirement to protect the integrity of the contest and voting process.

Only one vote per person per week until I am a semi-finalist (which could take a week, or several weeks). After that, no votes necessary until the finals round in the Fall…

Thank you for your support!

Hello friends

Relationships are a bitch these days, aren’t they? First, it’s almost impossible to find someone, and when we do we break up over the craziest reasons!

Here, as an example, is a brand-new live clip of my Rooftop/Aspen Comedy Festival submission, including “CYBERLOVE” (featuring special guest ROBIN SAVAGE):

http://www.rooftopcomedy.com/watch/MadMarkWirtzOct222008

Thank you for watching and rating (please be kind),
Cheers!
Mad Mark

Hello you lovely duhlings!

For your review and entertainment: A brand-new clip of my first-ever live musical performance of “Excerpt from (LOL) ‘Love Is Eggshaped.’”

Don’t believe me? Check it out (and give it a high rating, puleeeze!) at:

http://www.rooftopcomedy.com/watch/MadMarkWirtzOct012008

Thank you for watching!

Mmmmmmmwuh!

Mad Mark

MUSE ON THE ROCKS
(COMPLETE AND UTTER RUBBISH)
 
The runner was in a hurry
as a prayer believed in itself
as the beginning set sails for infinity
and the book put itself on the shelf

Its mysterious plot had been raped by a missing page
that its author had torn to shreds
in a devastating fit of the blues
when his bi-polar wife left the nest

to bed his agent on Valentine’s Day
in a haze of perfume and pretense
while the scribe’s raging fury began to broil
the flesh of his vain innocence

There was nothing unique about his vile reaction
when the cork popped out of the dam
while the liberals forced their rules on the free
and a girl turned into a man

The candle’s whisper hushed the author’s night
as despair sowed the seeds for ideas 
sparking bloom by the force of manic hope
and the nurturing rain of tears

And as the pen started flying across the page
raising ruins to build a new house
the singers sang and the gamblers played on
while the hackers clicked their mouse.

(c)’08 madmarkwirtz

Here is something that makes me want to shove a cannon up my ass and light the fuse…  MULTITASKING.. You read right — multitasking! You know — even MORE work, for the SAME pay, getting even less shit done right!

Personally, I’m so maxed out on multitasking, the only thing I’m getting done these days is absolutely nothing! And I can’t even get THAT right!!

I think I’m gonna get me an INTERN! You know, somebody I can multitask the shit out of and work to death, without having to pay him a penny! Yeah!

I said “him,” because it HAS to be a “he”. Gay would be good. A “she” might sue me for sexual harassment, only because I might accidentally rub against her fake boobies when asking her to make me a sandwich. A gay “he” might thank me.

So, you want to know what I think about multitasking? Multitask THIS, Baybeeee!!!!

P.S. For all of you multitask victims in denial out there: There is a wonderful 12-step, recovery group out there… www.multitaskersanonymous.com
It works! One task at a time!!
First task? Shove a cannon up your ass and light the fuse!!

Your friend,

Mad Mark
www.markwirtz.com

PLEASE REMEMBER TO VOTE OFTEN FOR MAD MARK WIRTZ IN THE FAMECAST COMEDY CONTEST!
simply click this link:
http://tinyurl.com/2mwqq7

Got me a GPS for Christmas. About time, because I do a lot of driving
to strange places, and if there is a way to get lost, I will find it!
Google maps are sorta kinda OK, but they’re worth shit in the dark,
and they don’t talk to me. Not like my GPS, which I have named
Floozie. And Google maps don’t put me back on the right track like
Floozie does when I miss a turn, or exit, or on-ramp.

Floozie certainly knows a lot. She’s a mobile unit, so I tested her
in my home to find out exactly how much. You know, see if she can
show me the way from the kitchen to the bathroom. Well, would you
believe? She found it! Mind you, she took me through a few of my
neighbors’ apartments first, constantly having to recalculate, but
eventually she calmly informed me in that Valium-stoned voice of hers
that I had arrived at my destination. And she was right – I had.

One thing that bugs me about Floozie is that I can’t talk back to
her, or disagree. Maybe I can, but she ignores me. I can yell and
curse and bitch at her, she never looses her cool. The same applies
when I mess with her and don’t follow her directions. During a recent
trip, I passed every single Interstate exit she told me to take for
sixty miles. I was certain that after the millionth recalculation,
she’d whack out on me and scream, “Hey, you stupid asshole, who do
you think I am? Get the next off-ramp right, or I’ll shut the fuck
up!” Nope, not Floozie. Floozie is unflappable and all-forgiving.

I thought Floozie might be less forgiving when my girlfriend was
recently driving with me and tried to argue that she knew a better
route than Floozie suggested. I was sure they’d get into a bitch
fight. But, no. While my girlfriend’s voice got louder and louder and
shrieking higher and higher, Floozie just munched away on her Valium and
remained calm. Not so my girlfriend who, in the middle of moving
traffic, opened the passenger door and threatened to jump out with
the ultimatum: “Make up your mind. You either listen to me, or that
Floozie bitch. Pick Floozie and I’m outta here and we’re finished!”
Naturally, I picked my girlfriend. After all, Floozie is pretty
awesome, but she doesn’t make me sandwiches, or give BJ’s.
Floozie understood.

One thing that Floozie made me aware of that had never occurred to me
before, was that of all the thousands of street names out there, named after
famous people like presidents, scientists, poets, musicians, movie
stars and Saints, there doesn’t appear to be a single Jesus Christ
Street anywhere. A Martin Luther King Jr. Street in every city, town and
village in the country, but no God Jr. Street on the entire planet.
Funny that, huh? In fact, I think there is only one other street name
that’s more popular than MLK Jr — Main Street. Now, who the hell is
Main? What did Main ever do? What made Main so damn famous?

I would ask Floozie, but Floozie doesn’t talk back

Mark P. Wirtz
aka, Michael Sinclair

http://www.markwirtz.com
www.myspace.com/madmarkwirtz

HOLLYWOOD

Nobody conceived it. Nobody intended it.
It emerged.
Somehow.
Like a third breast on a clandestine woman.
Somewhere.
In a barren, sun baked Southern California sandbox. Spawned by notions, dreams and lust. They called it:

HOLLYWOOD

Imagine…
The world’s greatest Marionette Theater. Where heaven and hell overlap. Where devils dance with saints.
Where Beauty and the Beast trade underwear.
The strangest ghetto on earth. In which its spellbound captives pray not for escape but for entrance.
Where everybody fits, for everyone’s a misfit.
Where there is but one Commandment, “Thou Shalt Not Get Caught”.
Where passion mutates into addiction.
Where friendship is disposable.
Where principles are mutable.
Where love is negotiable.
Where promises are tactical.
Where honesty is a poker game.
Where nature’s clock doesn’t tick but sighs – hexing time into a stretching, pulling rubber band that fools us.
Where there is no future, for nothing ever lasts long enough to become one. Only past and present; an endless cycle of beginnings and middles; dreams from which we awaken before we find out what happens in the end.

HOLLYWOOD.

The mild tempered boiling pot.
Which forever simmers but never boils.
Over a furnace to which eagerly rallies, compelled to worship at the shrine of wishful thinking, mesmerized by blind faith vision, dying to be consumed for an elusive moment, that wondrous congregation called:

ARTISTS

That peculiar creed of obsessive narcissistic masochists, who obsessively feed their bulimic self-esteem with creations and illusions; cursed to embrace perpetual rejection as a way of life; driven to take their pains to market.

HOLLYWOOD

Where heroes and villains of legends past resurrect and gather at the perennial festival of Deja Vu to once again challenge their futile quests…Sisyphus rocking ‘n’ rolling, Icarus soaring too close to the sun, Don Quixote battling the infernal windmills…
That’s Hollywood.
Bewitching the world as the purveyor of happy endings, yet eternally in search of its own.

(c) mw

(From “Cooking For Cannibals” – The Book)

http://www.markwirtz.com

 Let’s see, what’s new? I’m getting old – that’s what! Bummer!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know – “We’re as young as we feel…” Bullshit! Getting old sucks!

Oh, sure, we may FEEL as young as we feel, but we are every bit as old as we are! ‘Don’t believe me? Check your odometer!

Because, let’s face it – we ARE like cars aren’t we? After a certain mileage, things go wrong, and we are wayyyy out of warranty…! A leak here, a rattle there… starter shot, muffler clogged up and sputtering… a flat every other day…

That’s why I carry some Viagra around with me at all times, just in case, right here in my left pocket in a little blue box. That’s so I don’t confuse them with my laxatives in my right pocket in a little red red box.

He, he… the other night I got ‘em mixed up… Whoooo! Talk about the shit hitting the fan! Mama Mia! I didn’t know if I was coming or going…!

Oh, excuse me, ‘gotta shuffle on. My nurse just arrived to dust me off, get rid off the pesky cobwebs, replace the moth balls, change the batteries, vacuum my brain and stick a safety pin on my scrotum…

Cheers,

M

http://www.markwirtz.com

Jack liked people very much.

But he was very shy.

While every one of his buddies had girlfriends, he had none.
Only in his fantasies would his passions come alive.

Until, one day, when he was so powerfully drawn to the
voice of an accidental telephone caller that he momentarily
overcame his timidness. Her name was Jennifer. Before long,
Jack and Jennifer were engaged in the most captivating
conversation, sharing laughs and giggles, even revealing secret
dreams and wishes.

That first telephone conversation was followed by many
others, each one drawing Jack and Jennifer closer, each one
stirring their hearts and arousing their passion, until both were
madly in love with one another.

Finally, Jack mustered all of his courage and asked Jennifer
to meet him in person. Jennifer was overjoyed, having yearned
for Jack’s invitation for a long time.

At the rendezvous point, something dreadful happened.
Jennifer, though charming and personable, was far from the
beauty which Jack had fantasized, and the chemistry was zero.
Tragically, and within seconds, all the love and dreams and
bonds that Jack and Jennifer had so innocently braided
collapsed like a house of cards in a sneeze.

Jack was heartbroken. So was Jennifer, who at once
recognized Jack’s reluctance by his chilling politeness. Even
though they promised to stay in touch and remain friends, they
never saw or spoke to each other ever again.

Several months later, Jack had a further encounter with an
anonymous someone named Melinda. Again, from the abstract
distance via a telephone connection, their hearts fell into each
other’s laps. This time, it didn’t take Jack very long to request
a personal meeting, feeling absolutely certain that even if
Melinda were far less attractive than his imagination painted
her to be, it wouldn’t matter. Her inner beauty was sure to
overshadow any external shortcomings.

Once again, Jack arrived at the meeting point aflame in
anticipation, heart pounding. Alas, once
again, the unthinkable happened. Melinda revealed herself to
be a rather homely looking girl, physically unattractive to Jack.
Once again, a mirage vanished, and Jack and Melinda, despite
promises to the contrary, never spoke again.

Jack was disgusted with himself, with human nature and
with people’s preoccupation with superficialities and physical attraction.
In a rage, vowing that he would never again in his life allow physical image to cause him to reject anyone,
he grabbed a knife and gouged out both of his eyes.

It was almost a year later when fate decided to strike a third
time. Jack once again became infatuated with a stranger on the
telephone Gabriella. Within moments, Jack and she were
enveloped in the most elating conversation, quickly feeling as
if they had known each other forever. This time, Jack asked for
a date at once.

The very next day, Jack sat restlessly at an outdoor cafe
table, his dark shades firmly saddled upon his nose as he
nervously fumbled his cane, waiting for Gabriella to arrive for
their first meeting. Several eternal minutes later, the waiter
delivered Gabriella to the table. Already enchanted by Jack’s
soul and the magical charm of his childlike spirit, she only
needed to take one glance at him to be overwhelmed with desire
for him, having no doubt in her heart that this was the man with
whom she wanted to spend their rest of her life.

Jack smiled shyly in the direction of Gabriella’s soft words,
oblivious, in his eternal state of darkness, that his hollow eyes
were beholding the most beautiful woman they would ever
have seen, but never could.

* * *
(c) mw