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  1. I can’t believe my taxes were done over a month before they are due.  It’s been so many years since I was on top of it.  That was one of many things that had gone out of control.  This time, I averted the deadline crisis.  It’s nice to visit how the other half lives.

    I had contact with someone extremely important to me.  I hope it’s a 
    beginning of something good.

    I auditioned for and got cast in “A Sketch of New York.”  I’m glad about 
    that.  It’s a bunch of short comedic sketches about life in NYC.  We have seven rehearsals and will be performing on March 29th and 30th at 6pm and March 31st at 1pm.  Details to come.  In the meantime, you can mark your calendars if you think it’s something you’d enjoy.

    There’s something so magical about acting.  Being in a character’s 
    circumstances is a great way for me to use my empathy.  Teaching was also a great way, but what works for students doesn’t always jive with administration.  Some leaders nourish and deliver; some destroy. 

    Today I applied for a job out of actual desire and not just out of need. 
    keep checking my email for a response, but nothing yet.  I’ve got to stop thinking about it.

    One week from now, on Tuesday, March 19th at 8pm at Taj II Lounge, 48 W. 21st Street is “Own the Stage.”  $15 on line; $20 at the door.

    The show starts at 8pm no matter what the Eventbrite says.  Only the 
    performers need to arrive much earlier.  I’ll be doing comedy in that show.  There are singers, rappers, poets, and comics.  The audience decides who performs a second time.  The judges decide of the folks in the second round who wins the prizes.  So you get to be involved. 

    (love to CGG-M)

  2. Stretched Out the Penis?

    Sunday, March 10, 2019

    Well folks, I had fun on NY’s Got Talent.  I was thrilled that friends Judy, Meghan, Steven, Jaye, Gordon, and Kathryn (plus a friend of hers) came to the show. 

    I arrived to learn I would be up first.  As comics know, it’s not easy to go 
    first in terms of the audience not being in laugh mode yet and having not even gotten through their first drink yet.  Yet it was good for me to not have too much time to anticipate and get nervous.

    I was pleased with my performance.  That’s all I have control over.  The 
    host was funny.  The 3 judges consisted of a young male comic, a woman who is a producer and has projects going on, and a woman who sounded British who also has projects going on.  The comic was very positive in his feedback.  He acknowledged the difficulty of going first.  He thought I had a theme throughout my set and that I did a good job.  The next judge was on the same page as I am.  She told me I have balls and that I spoke on much of what the world needs to hear.  She credited me for being female and doing this in such a male-dominated field.  She said she’d like to hear more from me.  (I’d love to work on a project with her.)  The British one thought I “stretched out the penis” too much.  Is that even possible?

    Then I sat with my friend Judy and enjoyed the rest of the show.

    I was the only female in this round of comics.  One of the comics went way over the time we were given.  Nobody said anything about that.  I found some not that funny.  Some were funny.  What became clear as we listened to the feedback from the judges is that the women who were producers seemed to have an idea in mind of what they were looking for.  One mentioned someone’s set being good as sitcom material.  

    The audience was told to vote for two people.  The ballots were collected, 
    and convening happened in another room.  During that time, I walked over to the different tables where guests of mine were seated.  As I did, audience members were high-fiving me and giving me compliments.  I got the feeling my friends were not the only ones who voted for me.  I was feeling hopeful and then caught myself.  I was in a similar situation a couple of months ago.  And I had to learn that there are other factors not shared with us.  I can’t be whatever I’m not.  I can just work on being funny.  I was.  That may not be the deciding factor.  I don’t know what happens with the ballots.  We don’t hear numbers.  I didn’t want to get too hopeful because I didn’t want to look disappointed when they announced the winners.

    The host, Cooper, returned and had us come back up on stage.  He did a funny recap of what the judges told each of us. 

    Winners were announced.  I wasn’t one.  I agreed with one of their 
    selections.  If I could have voted, I would have voted for him and for me.  Two of my guests were at a table with two people who didn’t know me.  My guests told me that those guys voted for me.  In terms of the audience, I did my job. 

    Whatever the agendas, I wanted the judges to have a way to remember 
    me for future possibilities.  I made sure I gave each of them my card.  They thanked me.  I maintained my professionalism.  It all was cordial. 

    Four of my guests and I went out to a good Irish Pub afterwards that had 
    food (I was soooo hungry), and they knew how to make my Long Island Ice Tea.  The five of us do not get together regularly, so being together and sharing stories and laughing and all of that was sooo much fun.

    I felt so appreciative of those who came to the show (I had other friends 
    who wanted to come but couldn’t, and I appreciate their desire and their good wishes very much).  I felt very good about the night. 

    Now, moving right along, on Tuesday, March 19th at 8pm, I’m in a show 
    called “Own the Stage.”  There is a variety of talent – singers, comics, poets, rappers.  There will be two rounds.  Everyone will perform.  Then the audience decides who goes on to the second round on the same night.  So some will perform a different piece/set in the second round. Then a few judges will decide on one winner.  I am in it to be in the show.  I have no expectation of winning.  The group producing this is Char’Actors.  The winner will get $250, 4 months of free acting classes, and a role in their upcoming film.  Again, there will be people in the audience (the judges and others) who could be influential in one’s path.  If this appeals to you, here’s the link.

    It will be at Taj II Lounge
    48 West 21st Street
    Doors open at 6:30
    Show at 8pm
    (no matter what the Eventbrite says)

  3. Who's Coming to Cheer Me On?

    Saturday, March 2, 2019

    Are you coming to cheer me on and vote at New York’s Got Talent’s 
    Battle of the Comics” on Wednesday, March 6th for the 7pm show?  The audience, along with the judges, makes the decisions of who goes on to the second round.  So I need my supporters.

    The discount code is TALENT4off.

    If you find the ticket page confusing, you are not alone.  I asked them 
    about that, and this is the suggestion:

    Audience members can choose anytime. It's if they want to arrive earlier than 6:30pm, they should pick a slot they'd prefer. 


    The NYGT Team 

    I really appreciate if you make the extra effort to come out on 3/6 at 
    7pm.  I normally don’t bug you this much.  I need your presence, loud laughter, applause, woo-woo’s and votes.  J

    I’m in a different competition on March 19th – I’ll tell you more about that 
    next week.

    Right now, March 6th is the focus! 

  4. Changes in Schedule; Adjust Your Calendars

    Saturday, February 23, 2019

    There have been some changes in the schedule of shows.  The 3/10 show in Queens had to be cancelled due to the venue, and the shows at the Jazz on the Park Hostel are discontinued for now.  L

    Here’s what’s happening in terms of comedy:

    Wed., Mar. 6th @ 7pm
    The Green Room 42


    Tue., Mar. 19th
    Own the Stage
    TAJ II Lounge
    48 West 21st 
    show includes singers and dancers
    (time and other details to come)


    In terms of everything else -- as a friend used to tell me, "Put one foot in 
    front of the other."  I’m trying to do just that as my life journey continues. 

  5. NYGT Is Coming Soon!

    Sunday, February 17, 2019

    Hello everyone.  I want to believe the winter is almost over.  Let me have 
    my fantasy.

    If you want to come to a show where I will be performing and like to plan 
    ahead, here’s what’s going on:

    Wednesday, March 6, 7pm NEW YORK’S GOT TALENT
    This is a show that lets you, the audience, decide who goes through each week, along with 3 New York Industry Judges (Broadway & Off-Broadway Producers, Agents, & Directors).
    Cast your vote at
    The Green Room 42 to crown the winner of New York's Got Talent Season 6!
    This is one where I really need supporters to attend.

    Sunday, March 10, 4pm
    MisFit Hive
    38-02 61st Street
    Queens, NY
    More details to come.

    Sunday, March 31st, 8:30pm
    Jazz on the Park Hostel
    36 West 106th Street
    You are welcome to BYOB.
    FREE Show!

    Now, for some other stuff.  As many of you know, I’m in a long penis-free 
    era.  The door in my mind isn’t nailed shut.  It’s just that I’ve gained some decent standards over the years, and that eliminates so many.  Like I say in my stand-up, I’m not looking, but I am noticing.

    Here’s a recent happening.  I got a Facebook friend request that I 
    expected to delete, but when I looked at his page, unless it is all fiction, he seemed to have 2 daughters and a dog.  It said he is single.  Maybe he’s divorced.  I don’t know.  He claimed to be an orthopedic surgeon living in Queens.  I told myself not to immediately dismiss this one.  Additionally, his picture looks like he’s in my age range (so I had the expectation of maturity), and he’s kind of good looking.  I figured I’d accept his friend request, and if it turns out not to be right, I’ll unfriend.

    I accepted.  He private messaged, “Hi gorgeous.”

    I felt turned off.  I expected better from an older, educated person.  It’s different if he knew me.  I thought he would have checked out my page and interests and accomplishments before jumping in and commenting on the superficial. 

    I didn’t reply.  The next day he wrote again.  He asked how I was doing 
    today.  Maybe he had spent a second or two on self-reflection.  I answered truthfully.  I said I was okay, off to help a friend clean, was going to get paid, and I needed the cash.  Would talk another time.

    He responded with, “Okay, honey.”

    I responded, “Mindy.  Save the endearing terms for those you actually 
    know.”  Then I left my house and worked at a friend’s house for a couple of hours. 

    When I got home, he had responded, “Okay.  But it doesn’t matter.”

    I was puzzled and further turned off.  Yet I responded (I guess I’m still a 
    work in progress).  I first sent “?”  Then I added, “The way someone talks to me matters to me.”

    He wrote back, “Okay I understand.”

    That’s a surgeon, according to his page.  Oh God, hopefully he understands 
    bones better than he understands himself and women. 

    Now, people, do you see why my penis-free era is preferable?!  

  6. My Bloody Valentine By Rhonda Hansome

    Thursday, February 14, 2019

    ♫ I wish you bluebirds in the spring to give your heart a song to sing and then a kiss, but more than this I wish you love🎜

    Today I learned that Valentine's Day may have an origin even bloodier than the eponymous Chicago massacre.

    If the internet is to be believed, Lupercalia was an ancient Roman mid - Februrary festival honoring the she-wolf who nurtured the abandonded twins, Romulus & Remus.         The ritual began with Luperci (a sect of Roman priests) sacrificing goats (representing sexuality) AND a dog. The sacrificial blood was then smeared on the foreheads of naked Luperci. After the blood was removed with milk soaked wool, feasting ensued.

    And Then...

    Weilding strips of the sacrificial goat hide, naked Luperci ran through the public square whipping women; who exposed their skin to receive their fertility anointing.

     But Wait There's More!

    Men randomly chose from a jar the name of a woman to be coupled with for the duration of the festival. Some actually fell in love and married.

    🎜I wish you shelter from the storm
    A cozy fire to keep you warm
    Most of all when snowflakes fall
    I wish you love 🎝

    Valentine's Day is a commercial holiday with romantic pretensions and a sanguine provenance, without even mentioning those named Valentine, executed by Roman Emperor Claudius II.

    🎜Love is strange🎝

    If you are reading this please leave a comment.
    I wish you the best Valentine's Day, remembering even if you're alone, you can always...
    🎜Love the one you're with🎝

    Rhonda Hansome is a comic, actor, director, story teller and coach. She frequently appears on webseries, podcasts and radio shows. Hear her every Monday, noon - 2, on John Fugelsang's SiriusXM Insight show Tell Me Everything. 7 AM Fri. Feb. 15th, catch Rhonda on WBAI FM 99.5 on Waking Up With Julianna Forlano.

  7. Accomplishments:     

     I carefully burned some mustache hairs.  They aren’t gone, but they are short and less tempting to play with while making a first impression.

    ·        I survived a show where comics outnumbered audience members.

    ·       After having a screw-up with unemployment, things are now straightened out and I am no longer under threat of no gas, electric, cell phone, internet, cable, and home phone.

    ·        Did long overdue laundry.

    ·        Am with medical coverage again.

    ·        Eating more salad and hummus than usual.

    ·        Submitted a poem for publication (which I haven’t done in too long).

    Still needs work:

    My weight has not gone down.  I don’t like being overweight.  It’s hard enough to stand tall and breathe.  Plus I’m not of the stature to carry so much weight.  A belly dance teacher, Zoe, once looked me over and said, “You’re not supposed to be fat.”  She didn’t say that to some bigger than me.  She looked at my bone structure.  She was right. 

           The apartment.  The paper clutter.  It doesn’t end.

    Cigarette smoking problem.

        Should be writing more regularly.

    ·        Reuniting with certain special people, and one very precious to me.


     One of my favorite people surprised me with a card, words inside that soothe my heart, and fifty bucks.

    ·        I was asked to be in a comedy showcase on March 10th in Woodside, Queens.

    ·        I was able to approach an area of my apartment where I’d been   emotionally blocked from, and the decluttering began. Two bags of garbage so far from that area.

    ·        Waking each day.

    ·        My son is managing.

    ·        My best friend (my real life partner) is alive and well. We still help each other through life’s many challenges and still make each other crack up.

    ·        The editor who received my poem said he loved it and asked for more!

    ·        Excited about New York’s Got Talent on March 6th.