From politics to parenting to her preternatural dread of sex, Poundstone riffed relentlessly, moving from topic to topic with ease and keeping the audience in stitches. Poundstone was not only hilarious but resourceful. From her cell phone and soda to her sign language interpreters, everything in sight was fodder for another bit a reminder of another story or gag. One has to pity the folks in the expensive seats, not least the Harvard educated neurosurgeon who probably didn’t expect to be the butt of much of the last half hour of jokes or the ASL interpreters who found themselves at Poundstone’s mercy, subjected to translating the sound of a cat vomiting at her whim. But for the rest of us, it just made for one hell of a night of funny stand-up. more ›

NPR's quiz show Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! hasn't taped an episode in Seattle since 2001, but last night at the Paramount, they had a sold-out venue full of Seattleites dressed up in their best fleeces eager to clap and guffaw on cue. Apparently, a radio show that runs about forty-five minutes on the air takes more than twice that live, including a humorously eerie segment at the end of the night where the cast quickly records disembodied do-overs of the lines they flubbed the first time around. more ›