Finally, after 15 years, Paula Poundstone is ready to suit up and perform for her hometown fans. Why the delay? “I live here. I don’t want to bomb in front of my dry cleaner.”
Poundstone — what kind of name is that?
It’s an ancient African name. It means “rock hitter.” They changed it to make it more beautiful.
What’s on your mind these days, comedy wise?
I think about lots of things. I don’t know if being a comic stimulates the brain or if a person with a sharp, active mind becomes a comic naturally, but I’ve passed it on. My children know so much. No matter what I tell them, they already know.
“Thomas E, please pick up the wet towels from the bedroom.”
“Alley, we’re gonna be late. We don’t have time for texting right now.”
“Toshia, why is this paper in the trash? Paper doesn’t go in the trash, it gets recycl —”
If Kathy Griffin is on the D list, what list are you on?
The terrorist alert.
You’ve said you were funny even in kindergarten. How has your humor evolved?
In the second grade I found a piece of black plastic on the floor in Miss Murphy’s class. I used to put it in my mouth, pretend it was a fang and do an impression of the villain from the Mr. Wiggle gelatin commercials. It got big laughs. It brought us together. How has my humor evolved? I don’t put stuff in my mouth anymore — unless I am really bombing.
With three kids, what do you for alone time?
When I am alone at home, I am generally nervously preparing the snack bag for when I pick up the kids. Alley likes peanut butter and jelly, but only with a hint of jelly. It’s best to just show the jelly to the bread and then put it back in the jar.
I haven’t prepared the snack bag correctly even once. I hate to be alone.
Your ticket prices are about half of what Katt Williams charges. How many laughs will people get for their $27 or $37?
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I can’t guarantee it, but it should be about a buck a laugh or 50 cents a chortle.
The Wadsworth is a classy venue — what will you wear?
Fred Astaire’s underwear.
Wadsworth Theatre, 11301 Wilshire Blvd., W.L.A.; Sat., July 12, 8 p.m.; $27 & $37. Also at the Canyon Club, 28912 Roadside Drive, Agoura Hills; Fri., July 11, 9 p.m.; $25. (213) 480-3232.