(Brilliant photo found on AST; not sure who took it.)

We’re a little late on this, we know, but we’d feel remiss if we didn’t let the people know about this Brody vs. Heckler story from last Sunday night’s Acid Reflux Hour. Commenter “Steve Agee” over at AST has the summary:

Holy shit! I’m so glad I went to the Ramada last night. I showed up just in time to see the largest man I’ve ever seen trying to kill Brody. He was part of a husband/wife duo that were staying at the hotel and they just happened to be in the bar. Take every stereo type for a NY, Italian couple and there you have it.

They were talking during the show and Brody told them to shushhh a few times…and the woman was offended by this. Later on Brody addressed the fact that she was mad at him. That’s when it escalated. The husband had not been saying a word the entire time Brody was talking to his wife and then, out of nowhere he snapped. He was yelling at Brody that he didn’t like him “heckling” him and his wife…whatever that means. Brody calmly, yet still in Brody fashion, kept coming at them and telling them that this was a comedy show and they were rude for talking during it. finally the guy stood up (and holy fucking shit, he was a giant! he was bigger than me..by far) and started walking towards Brody telling him he was going to knock his head off. A bunch of people got between them, but it still ended up being moved into the hallway.

finally the bartender (gus?) talked the couple into leaving. Brody, being the pro that he is got everything back on track and saved the show.

All of this confrontation has us rethinking our alignment with The Church of Brody; we fear confrontation, especially of the religious kind.

Bonus: Brody’s own summary of the events!

An anonymous source sent along this “tip” regarding the much-anticipated film adaptation of the Alan Moore graphic novel Watchmen, specifically how it’s being casted. The source forwarded along the following email which they received from a Second City rep:

A casting director has asked us for help in locating actors who can do strong impersonations of specific historical figures for a feature film. This is not a Second City project.

The project is called Watchmen- directed by Zack Snyder. They are seeking actors who can impersonate and can potentially look very similar to the following historical figures:

John McLaughlin
Eleanor Clift
Ted Koppel
Pat Buchanan
Richard Nixon

Please only plan to audition if you can do a strong impression and can look very much like the character.

We’ve never read Watchmen, and we don’t have a clue what it’s about, but if the above character list is any indication, this must be the long-rumored big budget film adaptation of the hit TV show The McLaughlin Group! It’s about damn time!

A celebrity sighting from the recently GOMP’d America’s Radio Sweetheart. C’mon, Los Angeles. Be just like radio personality Jesse Thorn and send us your comedy show celebrity sightings!

SPOTTED at last night’s Apple Sisters / James and Charlyne Get Married and Have Babies show…

-An astonishing number of elderly people (someone’s grandparents and their friends?)
-Ron Babcock of Modest Proposal Magazine Strumming a Baby Like A Guitar
-Former MTV News Celebrity Turned This American Life Contributor Gideon Yago
-Several People Who Were Like Caricatures of People That Would Hang Out with Gideon Yago, such as the Astonishingly Thin Woman and her boyfriend Little Hipster Version of Elvis Mitchell

And outside?
Human Giant star Paul Scheer and Bay Area Rap Star Ashkon

What happens when the alternative comedy world, an anti-terrorist stiletto fetishist, and a downtown Los Angeles lunch break collide?

Our downtown on-the-scene reporter found that out today at 12:15 PM outside the Loose Leaf restaurant on 6th street.

A sandwich board reading “Stomp Osama For Charity (Ladies Only!)” was at the center of a melee apparently caused by a labor dispute between four women and “Osama” himself, a middle-aged British man wearing white robes and a fake beard. Surrounding him were ladies in high-heels and professional outfits who, despite blending in with the regular lunch crowd, were promised $60 in return for abusing the stand-in terrorist in “hooker shoes,” as an irate would-be stomper ranted.

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(Photo by Megan Berru, from a previous Match Game Live)

Email from an anonymous tipster:

Saturday night’s Match Game featured a surprisingly unruly crowd. First there was the incoherent British fellow who decided to go off on “Bobby Newhart” for no apparent reason (guest panelist had Marcia Wallace mentioned Newhart in passing). Then there was the fellow in the front row who decided to give the finger REPEATEDLY to the 8 months pregnant Danielle Koenig when she said he resembled SNL bandleader G.E. Smith. Alrighty then. How nice.

Then the defections started occurring. The first was the British guy, who exited while still prattling on about “Bobby Newhart.” Then someone else left. Finally, in the midst of what was a truly hilarious but long-winded edition of the Game (with more matches than the previous night, where there was one particularly lamebrained contestant — or should I say vaguely a contestant), a third guy with a small canvas cooler exited quickly from the back row, ran down to the front, tried to grab host Jimmy Pardo’s signature wand mike, and rushed out.

The panelists tried to make sense of this. Graham Elwood suggested that maybe he had to deliver a kidney. Scott Aukerman pretended to leave as well, stopping by to grab Jimmy’s mike to tell Jimmy what a great host he is.

Then the truth was revealed. An audience member sitting near enough to the guy to see his phone said that he received this text: “I NEED TO BE FUCKED HARD.” The guy texted back: “BE RIGHT THERE.” And he left.

Well, Match Game is great and all, but everyone has their priorities.

The very lovely and hilarious Tami Sagher is leaving us poor suckers here in Los Angeles for an absolutely wonderful reason: writing for 30 Rock in New York! Leave some congratulations on her MySpace page, and make sure to try and check out her last few shows in L.A. (details on her calendar).

From her blog:

I am over the moon about my new job (writing for “30 Rock”) (!!) and that I get to be near friends I thought I’d lost to New York years ago.

and maybe you can even help her out:

Does anyone recommend any movers to take (not a ton of) stuff across the country?

Do you want to buy any semi-okay furniture? Dining room table? Desk? Armoire? Bookshelves? Or books? Anything?

I’m looking to sell … a Subaru Forester 2002 (61,000 miles — it has an MP3 player, moon roof, new brakes, and scrapes from my awesome parking abilities. Let my crappy sense of spatial relationships benefit you in getting a cheaper car! According to Blue Book it goes for 11-13 grand, I’ll sell it for 10 or obo)

Tami says she’s also happy to give deals to struggling comics, as long as they can move the items themselves.

Good luck, Tami!

NOTE: It is with great trepidation that we publish these photos. By doing so, we finally cross the line from legitimate journalism website to filthy dirty tabloid blog. But after seeing the great success that such sites as “Gawker Stalker” have had, we frankly have no choice other than to make this move. Plus, our dream has always been to be berated on national television by Jimmy Kimmel one day.

An anonymous tipster sent us these candid photos of hilaritician David Wain, hard at work pounding away on his laptop while enjoying a hearty meal at Solar de Cahuenga in Hollywood on Sunday. Unfortunately, the tipster didn’t get to see what Wain was eating, but whatever it was, we expect it was fascinating and/or ironic!

A second completely-exclusive photo awaits after the jump, one that could blow the lid off this entire conspiracy!

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Comedy Gossip by Dame Tracy Morning

In the first of what will hopefully be a long, lasting, sometimes erotic, and always intriguing column, Dame Tracy Morning – while the last name may be fictitious, there’s no faking her royalty – presents to us a candid look behind the scenes of LA’s most debaucherous comics. What follows is straight from the Dame’s six senses (telepathy counts!) to her old Tandy-1000 word processing machine, to a trained carrier pigeon, to our office.

- The big news this week is Jason Nash’s return to standup after a year hiatus. His new baby has taken him away from the stage, but now he’s back to let everyone know how miserable fatherhood has been. He did a 15-minute set at Josh Fadem’s Acid Reflux Hour that was equal parts depressing and amusing. Let’s hope, for Comedy’s sake, things don’t get better for Nash. At one point he admitted to regularly throwing large rocks in a quarry to let out some aggression he has toward himself and his baby. I really hope Nash doesn’t hurt his baby, but his 30 minute set at the UCB this week is not to be missed if you enjoy watching a man swinging wildly at the end of his rope.

- Dan Bialek stirred the pot at Sparkiepop’s birthday show at See You Next Tuesday last week. He insinuated Mary Lynn Rajskub was, “the laziest comic in Hollywood.” Rajskub did a set earlier in the night at Comedy Death Ray, with mixed results. He attacked without mercy, asking the audience, “What was she saying back there? It was like she was speaking Japanese.” He went on to admit, “she’s a charming girl, don’t get me wrong, but really…” I love Mary Lynn, but I love verbal comic-on-comic violence even more. Stay nasty, Dan Bialek!

- Nick Thune had a pretty dreadful set at What’s Up, Tiger Lily? last Monday. Maybe it was the fact that he was performing sans guitar, but his jokes were falling flat, and he became visibly upset as his set dragged on. Having an off night happens to the best of ‘em, but Thune decided to dig himself out of a hole by… attacking another comic on the bill! One of the waiters from Tiger Lily did a set earlier in the night, that I unfortunately missed. As Thune hit rock bottom, he exclaimed, “At least I’m not as bad as that waiter.” He then addressed the guy directly, “Let’s be honest, guy, you were horrible.” From the back of the room, the waiter replied, “You wanna fight?” The room got really cold all of the sudden. Delightful! Worth the price of admission alone: Thune apologizing to the waiter when he needed to close out his tab.

- That same night, a drunk Natasha Leggero and Melinda Hill began to loudly heckle Maria Bamford. And some feisty fellow who Leggero claimed to be “her boyfriend” interrupted a few comics that night by standing up and inexplicably yelling, “I’m Gay” which lost it’s funny the third time. Keep those lampshades firmly affixed, ladies!

- Speaking of Leggero, she managed to piss off the one Fergie Fan in the audience at Acid Reflux. The woman was laughing loudly until Leggero launched into her bit criticizing contemporary pop music. The woman was sitting behind me, so I was treated to her irritated mutterings and hissing. When Natasha claimed Fergie, “was giving our culture AIDS,” I thought I heard a blood vessel burst. Unfortunately, a catfight did not ensue.

Until next time, stay drunk!