The former head writer for Ellen and Mr. Show leaves her house for little standup action.

Kilgariff — what kind of name is that?

It's Irish and, if what I've been told is correct, it means little church on a hill.

Who do people say you look like?

My mother, Delta Burke, Natalie from Facts of Life and, if someone is trying to kiss my ass, Sherilyn Fenn. Once, in the early '90s, I got Bjork from a doorman in San Francisco. I burst into tears of joy.

Who are your comedy heroes?

The earliest one I can think of is Jane Doorknacker. She was a stand-up in San Francisco, and in the late '70s she did the traffic report on KFRC, the local AM station we listened to on the way to school. When she came on, all you heard was her talking and everyone else in the booth laughing hysterically. I just sat there thinking, “I want to do that.” I was also rubbing my hands together maniacally and rocking back and forth. I made carpool uncomfortable for the other children.

If you could never leave one block of L.A., where would it be?

The one my house is on and I rarely do and stop judging me.

If the Internet is to be believed, you have won “numerous Emmy and PGA Awards.” What do you do with them?

I gave a ton of them to my parents, I donated several to charities for children born without Emmys and I use four as pool cover holder-downers.

What topics will you be discussing at Drunk Onstage?

I'll unveil my new uniword- Joaquinix! Why bother saying his first and last name when you can combine the two and shave seconds off your talk time? Then I'll discuss Wynonna Judd's new job as the Alli spokesperson. Then I'll sing a song about everything I've experienced since I've moved here in 1994. It's gonna be totally insane.

Tue., March 24, 8 p.m., 2009

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