10 Kids Product Ideas That Were Totally Shitcanned

I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I’ve never gotten so many gifts in my life as I did when my son was born. Old friends came out of the woodwork to give us presents. Even strangers sent us mobiles, diapers and hand knit sweaters. It was really heartwarming and sweet and not expected and generous and gracious and took me by surprise and also, some people gave us really weird gifts. One lady gave us a talking toilet. It’s like, where are we, Japan, lady? Ha ha. We got 2 identical Misfits onesies (very cool, but still, unusual), a bouncy chair the size of a Volkswagen Bug that has so many different activities surrounding it, it looks like the driver’s seat to a space ship and a dog that is pre-programmed to say my son’s name, but it always says it like it’s always asking him a question? Like, Hey there (pause) Wyatt? Let’s play a game!

From these wonderful, kind gifts, I did some imagineering and came up with some baby toys and product pitches that have never existed and hopefully never will.

Little Tiny Tikes Talking Scale
It’s a talking baby scale, but one that tells you you’re a bad mom because your kid is underweight. It’s preprogrammed to say things like, “Maybe your breast milk doesn’t have enough calories, you should eat more ice cream”, “Try giving him some rice cereal”, and “You know, you were fed formula, it’s not poison” but in your mother’s voice.

Wee Wipes Terry Cloth Baby Towel
A baby towel that is not decorated with animal ears of some kind. Instead, these towels have large old man ears on them.

My Small One Baby Classics Book Series
A series of soft padded books including titles like, “The Little Catcher In The Rye” about a baby Holden and his hijinks, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being, for Babies” and “Nexus, Plexus and Sexus Go To The Market”.

Scabies Farm
I don’t know why anyone would want to have an ant farm. What if the ants got out? Is it fun to watch ants? If you really love ants that much, shouldn’t you set them free? But scabies on the other hand, they should be trapped in what is essentially your own private concentration camp, no? You could do things like, you know, starve them or shake them up or empty them out into someone you don’t like’s pudding.

Baby Booby Wipes
There are baby butt wipes, baby tooth and gum wipes, and tissues for baby’s nose and slobber, but why not baby booby wipes? After a child has a meal at the breast, you can wipe his mouth like a little aristocrat with a tiny boob napkin decorated with whales wearing top hats and monocles, dancing clown dogs smoking pipes or frogs playing the harpsichord.

BabyScope TM Child Binoculars
It sounds like these already exist, right? But no, these aren’t any old child binoculars. These are binoculars just for grandparents / mom-in-laws etc. to use to stare wistfully out the window when they know their grandchild is en route for a visit so they can get a glimpse of them from up to 2 miles away, before they even get out of the car.

MakeUp & Beauty Products For Infants By Mabelline’s Kid Line, Babelline
Maybe she was just-born with it? Maybe it’s Babelline. Tiny lipsticks, combs, eye shadows, jewelry, lotions, etc. all made with fair trade ingredients and chemical free dyes, “wink, wink”.

BabyFingers Finger Puppets
Tiny finger puppets sized just perfectly for baby fingers. Caution: This toy is a choking hazard. Do not let baby use unattended, or attended, or at all, OK?

The TellsYaWhat Baby Mom-itor
This product gathers information (also known as ‘spies on you’) using cameras and cross references the data using wifi access to hundreds of mom forums online to determine if your mothering skills are up to par, and reads judgmental comments to you to discourage you from doing whatever you’re doing that “could be dangerous”.

Coffee for babies! It’s got less caffeine than regular coffee but still some caffeine so that babies can act up all day but will then be so tired that they’ll surely ‘sleep through the night’. This product comes with a pin you can wear that says, “My baby sleeps through the night!” both so that people won’t ask you and so that you can impress people with the fact that you get to sleep, even if it’s not true.

To purchase any of these items, go to www.NonExistentBabyProducts.com.

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So…I’m Sort Of A Mom Now aka 5 Things “They” Never Told Me About Childbirth


Hey there, old friends.

It’s been awhile since I’ve written. I’ve kinda been busy, bringing life into the world and nurturing it and shit. Oh, and also really trying to get a handle on the whole, “being a mom” thing. I had no idea it was going to be as hard as it has been. I thought I’d be able to toss the kid into a papoose and not miss a beat. But boy (that’s what I had) was I in for a rude awakening (literally, every hour or less, all night long).

My mom had 6 kids the old fashioned natural way (through the vagina), so I just counted on an easy delivery. But, “Ha ha!”, life said, as it kicked me in the ribs and teeth. “C section for you!” it exclaimed, grabbing the decision randomly out of it’s big bag of mom names. It’s weird being known at least partially for writing a song called, “My Pussy Is Magic” and then having mine break down on me when I needed it most.

So, that’s the first thing no one ever tells you – your vagina might break at the moment of truth and then you’ll have to get that dang baby sawed out of you. With my situation, I had low amniotic fluid and the Drs. insisted we induce early. So maybe all would have been fine and dandy had we waited. But there’s an increased chance in cord accidents (umbilical cord wrapping around baby’s neck) if you have low fluid, and we didn’t want to risk that, so we did all the stuff – the cervidil and the pitocin and neither worked, so, we had a slice ’em dice ’em baby. Here are 5 other things NO ONE EVER TELLS YOU ABOUT CHILDBIRTH. WARNING: If you are afraid to have a baby and don’t want reasons not to, don’t read this. This is the spookiest blog entry to be written this Halloween season–the “Headless Horsemen” of parenting blog posts, if you will.

To add onto the above note, There’s A Decent Chance You Will Have A C Section. Yes sir!–or, well, ma’am is probably more apropos. 1 in 3 babies are now delivered via c section. If you are anything like me, the idea of surgery isn’t in your birth plan (ha ha, funny! plan!) in any universe. But here’s the good news: c sections are pretty much 100% painless. You’re given morphine (!?) and are totally awake to meet your newbie, albeit high as a frickin’ kite–and dig this, it takes about 60 minutes or less to get the little bugger out. C sections should be rebranded and called “Baby In An Hour” because that sounds way better and it beats the stuffing out of having 2 days of labor. Recovery takes the same as natural birth (6 weeks or so), and you can sit down (you just have a little trouble sitting “up”), after delivering, plus, all your, ahem, “goods” remain intact. So if your doctor says a c section is imminent, don’t fret — just ruminate on “baby in an hour” and try to enjoy the buzz.

The First Few Days Back Home With Your Baby From The Hospital May Very Well Be The Scariest, Hardest Days Of Your Life. When I returned home and held my perfect, precious, screaming little boy in my hands all alone for the first time without the care and watchful eyes of all the nurses, I broke down into tears. “What have I done?” I asked myself. “I’ve brought the world down onto my and my dear husband’s backs,” I thought. Every fear and terror that exists came into my mind. Dark, dark thoughts and scenarios unfolded in my drug addled head and played themselves all the way out. My stress level was turned up to 11.”Why didn ‘t anyone tell me it’d be like this?” I thought. Everyone said, “It’s the most beautiful thing” and, “It’s hard but incredible”. No one said I’d be sobbing teardrops the size of Necco wafers onto a newborn’s face as he screeched like a baby mountain lion into my swollen breasts like a metal band singer into my microphone boob as the hours melted away into days. No one said I feel inadequate, incapable terrified and lost, or explained why. I took some comfort in remembering that literally billions of people have had newborns, including people in places with no running water or medicine or who literally lived in caves, and they did ok. Just remember this mantra that every parent passed onto me like a sacred chant as I stared at them lifelessly through bloodshot, puffy eyes…

Things Get Easier After About 2 Weeks
While you’re panicking about becoming a new mom (or dad) and grappling with reestablishing your sense of normalcy, among many other things, it may occur to you that all the horrifying and mysterious feelings you’re experiencing are here to stay and this pit of confusion and uncertainty is your new life but fear not–“2 weeks” is every new family’s slogan / goal / magical date with destiny. As I lamented to friends about feeling lost, pained and emotional, they responded to me like Arnold Schwartzneggar posing as the lady with a bomb for a head in Total Recall–“Two weeks!” Never mind when you’re “in the shit”, as you are / will be, 2 weeks seems like a lifetime away. Finding myself just on the other side of it now, it feels like it was an eternity ago.

You Will Have To Poop While Holding A Screaming Newborn At 4 AM
This one doesn’t really need any additional commentary, but I’ll elaborate. My little sweetie pie hates being put down, ever, ever, and when we were brand new to each other, we had no idea how to operate our situation. My MO was to keep him from crying or just never put him down, and his MO was to always cry, no matter what. I could have pooped while he screamed in his crib, but that thought hadn’t occurred to me yet, and I didn’t want to torture my neighbors at an ungodly hour with the screams of an infant. So I pooped with him in my arms. More than once. Poor guy!

Everyone Will Offer You Baby Care Advice And Tips And Everything Everyone Says Will Annoy You
So, this is the thing. Childbirth and recovery hurts like the dickens. It’s really painful for 99% of the women who experience it (and no one, save maybe a 9 months pregnant woman, wants to hear your story about how wonderful and easy your 1% of pleasant child births was). In addition to dealing with mega pain, your world is literally turned upside down. Your moral AND physical compass are doing laps like the second hand on a cartoon clock. It’s a feeling I really can’t describe, and clearly most other people can’t, either, because even the people who tried to explain, aka, warn me, failed miserably in their attempts. But in short, everything is all willy nilly for a new mom during the time of child birth. She is pissed. She is in pain. She’s happy and excited and whee! too, but mostly, more immediately, she’s a woman with a body made of wet noodles trying to navigate her way around a blender. So, moms, step moms, cousins, sisters, etc., cut her some slack. Man, she needs it. Here are the things, and really, the ONLY things to say to a new mom:

  • I made you a sandwich / plate of cookies / loaf of bread / dinner / smoothie
  • I did your dishes / cleaned your house / got your mail / folded your laundry
  • You are doing a great job!
  • You look great!
  • Why don’t you go take a shower while I hold the baby?
  • In 2 weeks, I promise you’ll feel better

That’s it. That’s all you can say. Anything else and you are knocking on the devil’s door. Don’t be surprised when Satan herself answers. She doesn’t want to hear your thoughts on breastfeeding / how YOU were fed formula and you’re OK (can you prove that?), your advice about how you slept on YOUR stomach and you turned out fine (again, where’s the proof?), that the house is a mess, or your complaints about ANYTHING. Just zip it. If you’ve got to let her know how you feel about X, Y or Z, wait 1 month or 2 months or here’s an idea, go to Alaska and get stuck in a blizzard wearing only underwear for a couple months (yes, that was a metaphor for child birth) or so and then come back and if you still remember, if it’s still important, THEN tell her.

To sum it up, childbirth, and the following months, be hard, yo. I mean, harder than hard. I mean, REALLY HARD. That cute thing they had kids do in school–carry a bag of sugar around? Ha, what a joke! They should have them carry 15 bags of sugar, that’d be more like it. Even when they have to poop. For the people who say, well then, don’t have kids! I really didn’t know it was going to be the way it is. You have no way of knowing. Even this handy blog entry doesn’t shine one iota of a speck of light on what the hard parts are like. Plus, the coos and the first smile and the big eyes and the tiny hands and the soft cheeks and the adorable onesies and the love — the love and trust that you know is there, that you can feel must be there somewhere behind those sweet eye lashes and those little pink lips and that you slowly feel and see being revealed, and the good times you are certain are to come, even when it doesn’t feel that way–somehow make it all worth it. Good one, mother nature. Good one.

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HOT NEWS: #WomenInComedy2016, Kotex Period Pop-Up Shop, NY Funny Songs Fest + more


I haven’t seen you in awhile. You look thin! Is everything OK?

It’s been a pretty dope April-May, I have to say. Besides the fact that I’ve gained 15 pounds or so due to this impending baby (dropping late August), I’ve still managed to get some work done.

women-in-comedy-2016-B46A2271-2photo by Mindy Tucker, taken at Littlefield for #WomenInComedy2016

In April, Mindy Tucker, Marianne Ways, Carol Hartsell and a bunch of other ladies and I pulled off the first #WomenInComedy2016 photo shoot of over 200+ female comedians in the same room. It was a total blast, and here is a story about it in the New York Times, and some pictures, to prove it. You can read more about it here.


My little music school and theater, The Unicorn, also celebrated 1 year in business this past month. [Bedford + Bowery]


This Friday, May 13th, I will be part of the first Kotex Pop-Up Shop comedy show in downtown Manhattan with Sue Smith and many other comedians and I am bloody thrilled. (Sorry, sorry!) If you love period jokes and humor and stories, this is gonna be your spot. (Can’t stop, won’t stop)

NYFSF small logo 2016 no dots

Next week, May 19-21 is our 5th and final NY Funny Songs Fest. The line up is incredible and has over 60 comedic musicians performing in every genre from ska to classical to pop to Irish ballads. It’s been a great 5 years! Help send us off with a bang by buying 1 stinkin’ ticket to a show of your choosing. Shows range from $0-$10 and some include pancakes. (ok, ONE)Before My Water Breaks FB

Before My Water Breaks FBMy last piece of news for today: (but don’t worry, you’re going to hear a lot more about it in the coming weeks. Oh, you weren’t worried? Cool.) Please save the date and buy an advance ticket for my comedy special, “Before My Water Breaks” which I will perform at Joe’s Pub on Sat July 23, 8 months pregnant. It follows me on the journey from empty to full wombed and involves finding a husband on Craigslist and all kinds of fun stuff. NOT TO BE MISSED.

OK, talk to you soon!

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A List of Men Who Harassed Me During My Decade Plus In Comedy

[Note: I had no idea that this post could possibly be conceived as an anti-feminist piece. My intention always was to express my personal experience in comedy. I’m rather fond of this piece, so I think I’ll leave it up for now for people to further commiserate on.]

I received an email from a woman who was seeking female comedians to share stories about being harassed by male comedians. I responded, telling her I had lots of great and funny war stories about being a comedian in NYC for the past decade. But when she elaborated on her project and reiterated she was seeking stories by women who’d been harassed by men / male comedians while in a comedy environment, I paused, took a bite of my sandwich and really thought about it, with width and girth, for a few hearty minutes. I racked my brain, ready to deliver all the dozens of stories of the waterfall of guys who’d wronged me, harassed me and brought me to the emotional breaking point in my 15 years of comedy. As I swallowed the mouthful, I also swallowed the truth–I had almost none.

Sure, there were stories about my ex, Kurt Metzger, who I have no problem naming because many comedians in the scene have heard the stories, either his version, mine, or some combination of both. He broke my heart and mistreated me, I was jealous and clingy, had zero boundaries and let him (and everyone) walk all over me. We were two young, determined assholes in love. I don’t resent Kurt, because we were just a coupla dummies who didn’t know any better. And at the end of the day, we had great fun and adventures together. We started comedy together, graduated college together, grew up together, learned a lot from each other and ultimately, needed each other at that point in our lives. And that is essentially where the list of men who did “done me wrong in comedy” ends.


On the contrary, the majority of stories I have about men in comedy are ones about men who’ve pushed me along, lifted me up, gave me words of encouragement and got me paid gigs.

Jim Norton let me sleep on his couch a countless number of times when I was essentially a starving homeless comedian in NYC and never even once tried to pee on me. He got me booked at clubs and even on TV. He gave me rides to shows and provided super valuable comedic advice when I needed it. Patrice O’Neal befriended me, was kind to me in his own way, and gave me wise words of comedy advice more than once. He steamrolled Big Jay Oakerson into letting me take the extra bed in his hotel room when I was booked to perform at Montreal Comedy Festival. Jay, an old Philly comedian buddy and former roommate, was happy to help. The festival had paid for Jay’s transportation and hotel room. I had hitchhiked, none of my expenses were covered by the fest. After the festival, they sent me a generous and unexpected check. I suspect that Patrice was behind that, too. Kevin Hart gave me a successful pep talk when I met him in tears at The Cellar after a rough night of comedy. Dante Nero drove me around like a personal chauffeur to more shows than I can count, and we joked and commiserated about the comedy scene. Matt Kirshen got me booked in the UK and LA, and offered me his couch more than once. Jim Gaffigan put me in his TV show and was a regular fixture, reliably lending his star power to a dinky monthly comedy show I helped produce. Colin Quinn read my script and gave me honest feedback. Neil Brennan and Dave Chappelle put me in The Chappelle Show pilot. The list literally goes on and on. Maybe their motives were of a horny kind, but if so, it never felt that way.

The sad and creepy truth is, it isn’t men who’ve been most cruel and unkind to me in comedy, it’s been women. And not just any women, but the most successful and powerful ones I’ve known.

A very famous female comedian told some mutual comedian friends that I’d “creeped her out” after I appeared at 2 shows that she happened to be performing in in one night. I was a new comedian at the time, trying to show my face at as many of the hot shows as I could, every night. She was visiting from out of town and apparently doing the same thing. I was devastated when I heard that I’d alienated one of my heroes. I have a photo of us together from that night, me smiling, young and happy eyed; her, apparently “creeped out” by an ambitious young comedian’s very presence. Years later I confronted her about it as politely as I could, and apologized for whatever I’d done wrong (nothing), and she accepted my apology and apologized herself, but the damage had already been done. I could never see her in the same light. She was such an inspiration, and she tried to sabotage me–a famous comedian, using all of her star power to smoosh the reputation of a tiny, insignificant newbie–she didn’t have to do that.

A female booker who was booking a decent club at the time befriended me. She passed me at her club and we struck up a close friendship. We spent afternoons having lunch together, running and talking about boys. I confided in her with personal details and problems I was having with my boyfriend. I later found out, while I had been opening up to her about him, she’d been literally opening up to him, and slept with the guy towards the end of our relationship.

I accompanied my ex-friend, a now very famous comedian, to therapy and was there for her when she was making sense of some personal issues she was dealing with. I called her a good friend for many years. I even introduced her to a friend who she ended up dating for several years. Then one day, she ghosted me, shortly after her move to LA, where she got a job on a big show. No explanation, no fight, no goodbye, she simply stopped communicating with me. It truly broke my heart and took me years to get over.


Still another very famous female comedian and I shared the stage a few times. We bonded at a show when she asked me intimate questions about an ex, or at least, I thought we had. I asked her if she was having sex with him, she said no, never! (Later, I saw in a documentary, she said she had.) She booked me to perform on a show, which led to a TV appearance for me. I saw her the evening of my appearance and she was icy cold to me. Was she angry that I’d booked a nice gig from her show? I brushed it off, convinced I’d imagined it. Later, when she got her TV show, I emailed her to say congrats and that I hoped we’d get to hang out again someday. I signed the email, Your pal, Jessica. She responded, “We were never pals.” I thought she was either kidding or had been mistaking me for someone else. The last email I’d gotten from her said, “You rock my world bitch!” I saw her at comedy clubs after that and she was weirdly hot and cold. One time she icily brushed by me, another time she smiled and waved warmly at me. I texted her a few times, determined to fix or figure out whatever was going on. When there was a scandal in the news about her, I texted, “Hang in there, we’re all doing the best we can.” She responded, “Thank you, new phone, who is this?” I replied, “Jess Delfino”. She texted back, “We are not friends. I’ve been more than clear with you. Don’t text me.” I was so confused. It was she who’d given me her number. I didn’t find it in a dumpster, though that’s where I left it. Another comedian confided in me that she knew of an incident where she had sabotaged a nice gig I was supposed to have been booked for by telling the people involved not to hire me. I’m still gobsmacked over it all, and I’ll probably never know what it’s all about. Luckily, she can’t hurt me at all, because I’m already dead inside.

Today, I find myself surrounded by a group of pretty cool and somewhat tight knit comedian women. The climate is different. We are more aware that we aren’t necessarily competing, or at least that we don’t have to. We have a better understanding that if we want to get paid as much as men, we have to stop acting like babies and work together. We share resources. We commiserate. We talk about tampons. It’s great. We make a good team. It hasn’t always been that way, but it has been pretty good most of the time, except when it’s been bad. I can’t imagine these women acting the same way the more successful ones had. I chalk it up to inexperience with fame, defense of an imaginary throne, perhaps, and the non-realization that you see the same people on the way up as you do on the way down. Or maybe I deserved it, because I did something terrible to them all, and maybe some day, I’ll find out what.

But in short, no comedy dude has ever really harassed me that I can think of or remember. Maybe I’m not hot enough. Maybe I give off a vibe that makes their penises go soft, like those vibrating machines that keep deer and bugs away from cars. I don’t know. But I like it, and I hope whatever I do to make them not harass or come onto me in undesired sexual ways, I can keep doing it.

Addendum: I acknowledge that there are a lot of really creepy and shitty male comedians out there who have done the whole spectrum of harassment to women in comedy, and worse. I have heard the horror stories, first hand. Just because that hasn’t been my personal experience does’t mean it’s not the reality for a lot of women. I know it to be the case for a countless number of women. Some nightmare stories have even gotten national press, as we all know. This isn’t a piece letting men off the hook for their bad behavior. If anything, I hope it will inspire men to continue to consider their actions, and look to the way their heroes mentioned above treated me as shining examples of ways to interact with and reach out to women in comedy (and to people in life).

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The Monthly Visitor: December 2016 – TimeOutNY, Arkansas, Laphroaig etc

Happy December, friends.

I’m super excited for 2016, it’s going to be a great year! (Even years are historically better for me than odd years.)

I love resolutions. I love the idea that every year, I almost get a clean slate and can try over again, harder, better, more. What do you plan to do differently in 2016? I want Jay-Z money. But that’s my resolution every year.


I was featured in a Laphroaig Whiskey commercial with my family, followed by a show at The Stand also featuring comedian Tommy Pope. They even made a drink named after me! Granny clearly stole the show, see for yourself.

Tampon ornaments will be for sale for a few more days. Get yours on ETSY today! Use code [VISITOR] to get ornaments for $4 each.

Thanks TimeOutNY for featuring me in a recent issue where I got to talk about my theater and music school, The Unicorn! (See the image at the top of this email)

I got to collaborate on a filthy parody song with Lil’ Mikey for The Howard Stern Show! Hear it here.

I recently won “People’s Choice” for performing one of my dirty folk rock songs in Jalopy Theater’s “Filthy Song Night”. Click here to hear the (very dirty) classic dirty folk rock song I performed. (Filmed at Radical Vaudeville last month by Mike Tapp)

Do you love bawdy Christmas carols? I do, I do! You can see our holiday carol group “Gay Apparel” (…don we now our Gay Apparel…) at Union Square Holiday Market next Tuesday from 5:30-6:30. Follow us on Twitter@holidaychoir, or keep in touch on Facebook!

If you DO in fact, love ribald holiday songs, you can also buy my holiday album“Perfect Holidays” on iTunes or listen to my music on Spotify / Pandora.

Catch me on Periscope and Meerkat where I play and make fun of all song requests, do other comedic bits, and sometimes we just talk about life. But it’s always a hoot! Join my growing number of viewers and let’s hang out. Follow me on Twitter @jessicadelfino to be informed of my appearances, streaming, live and beyond.

I offer music lessons! Guitar, ukulele and vocals. Visit www.TheUnicornNYC.com for more info and to get started in 2016.


Wed Dec 16
Comedy w/ Margaret Champlain

Legion Bar, BK
8 PM

Tue Dec 22
Gay Apparel Sings!

Union Square, NYC
5:30-6:30 PM

Arkansas area, Dec. 20-Jan 2
Jessica Delfino + Dirty Folk Rock LIVE
Details TBA on Twitter

Monday, Jan 4
Avant Garden @ The Unicorn
Open Mic + Variety Show
105 Henry Street, NYC
sign up 7 PM / show @ 7:30 PM

Friday, Jan 8
Night of Dirty Songs @ The Unicorn
More info TBA


Thanks for your love and support this past year. It means a lot to me. What would I do without you? I just don’t know!

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Hot News: Howard Stern, Tampon Ornaments + The List


Here is a round up of some of the most exciting things going on associated with my comedy and work right now…

There is no better way I can think of to have been woken up this morning than to Howard Stern intro-ing the song “Wackin Off Tonight” that I did with Little Mikey (a regular song parody contributor) on The Howard Stern Show. My heart soared with joy. Finally! A place where I can be my utterly sordid silly self and no one cares, and in fact, it’s even encouraged. I’ve been listening to the Stern Show since I was 19, and to hear my own voice on the show all these years later was a beautiful thing, as nasty as the song may be. You can hear the segment here, on my Soundcloud page.

Keep an eye out for my face in the Nov. 18 issue of Time Out NY. I had a great time with the photographer, David Williams, who came over yesterday and took my photo. He is also a manly cat lover and has an awesome book coming out in Feb called “Men with Cats”.

Next Wednesday, I’ll be performing as part of Wit & Whiskey, an event geared towards sharing a new commercial that was filmed for the holidays, starring myself and my family trying Laphroaig for the first time. It will go live soon and I’ll share the link when it’s up. If you are an area alcohol buyer or a member of the press, email me for an invite. There will be a drink there named The Delfino:

  • 2 oz Laphroaig Select
  • .25 oz Sarsaparilla Syrup
  • 2 dash Angostura
  • rocks glass, Orange twist
Bride and groom kissing amongst rose petals in air, outdoors

Bride and groom kissing amongst rose petals in air, outdoors

I’m performing this 1/2 solo show, 1/2 dating workshop with Kathryn Dunn (comedian, dating coach) and Jianna Heuer (psychiatrist and relationship counselor). The show is about how to manifest the man of your dreams, and talks about my true love story which was featured in New York Times Vows. Tickets are $20 suggested donation, and you can buy them at the door. The event is at 105 Henry Street in Chinatown, downtown NYC. F to East Broadway. You can see more details here.


It’s that time of year again when you can order your holiday tampon ornaments. This adorable and disturbing ornament comes in all different shapes, such as White Santa, Black Santa, Star of David, Snowman, Christmas Tree and many more. You can see more details here or order them on my Etsy page. Want to come buy them from me in person? I’ll be selling them at these places this season:

Wed Nov.  18
Laphroaig’s Wit & Whiskey
By invitation only (email me)
7 PM
Every Tuesday in December
(Dec. 1, 8, 15, 22, probably not the 29th but not sure yet)
Holiday Market @ Union Square, NY, NY
5-7 PM
Sunday Dec. 6
Holiday Market @ St. Vitus, BK, NY
2-6 PM
Sunday, December 13th
Christmas Bazaar @ The Bell House, BK, NY
11am to 6pm
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A Record Breaking, Trash Bag Full of Comedy + Press This Week









This was a big week for comedy and press for me. Last week, I was walking and a shirtless weirdo complimented me and I said thank you but that wasn’t enough—he decided to follow me for a block and then was even emboldened to put his arm around me, not leaving me alone until I told him I am married.

I was livid but kept my composure. I was on Periscope (I broadcast from @jessicadelfino most days around noon and also other times) doing a live stream broadcast, and I didn’t want the viewers to see my nervousness. I calmed down quickly but quipped with viewers about the experience. One suggested it wouldn’t have happened to me if I was “ugly”. I disagreed, saying that I bet a woman could wear a garbage bag around the city and would still get harassed. Another viewer, a friend and fellow Periscoper @GeoffGolberg, suggested I Periscope that, so I did, with a little video help from my pal Bill Scurry.

Once it was all said and done, I wrote about the experience on Mashable and they also posted the video that Bill shot and edited, which was picked up by Someecards.com, Refinery29.com, MetroUK and more.







The video now has almost 30k+ views on YouTube, and mixed reviews. Someone called me narcissistic, which I don’t think I am, but if you disagree, but so? Does that mean I deserve to get harassed on the street? Another commenter said I had nice legs, which for some reason didn’t irritate me as much in typed form as it would have if it were sneered into my face as I was trying to go about my busy day.

The other exciting thing that happened was, I had an idea to take an indepth and exaggerated look at being a comedian in NYC by performing as many comedy sets as I could in one night. Bill, my trusty video man and I set out late in the afternoon on Thursday September 10th in the rain. I was aiming for 16 comedy sets, and I believe I hit it, but I lost count. Luckily, we got it all on film and will sort through it later. I definitely performed more than 13 sets, which was comedians Steve Byrne’s record set in 2003, which he documented in a great little short called “13 or Bust” (which you can watch for free online) and as far as we know, was the record for most comedy sets performed in one night.11999069_10206200568106313_1864349404740381915_n

Aaron Berg and I, around 13 sets into my night, at Greenwich Village Comedy Club, NYC.
Photo credit: Nicky Sunshine

As I was getting ready for my big night, comedy blogger Sean McCarthy told me that another comedian, Aaron Berg had also been planning to go for the record, and would be attempting it just 2 days after me, on Saturday night. I was gobsmacked. Sean wrote a piece about it on his all things comedy based website, The Comic’s Comic.

Aaron set out to set his set record this past Saturday, and as far as I know, he hit his goal of 20 something sets. Which, never to be outdone, just means I might have to try again in the near future. Congrats Aaron, enjoy it! I may be coming back to reclaim the title at a later date.

In the meantime, I’m the women with the most comedy sets performed in one night in NYC and the person with the most comedy music sets performed in one night in NYC.

Plugs! Plugs! Plugs!

I’ll be performing live this coming weekend Sept 18-21 at Symbiosis Fest (along with the Yes Men and more) in Oakdale, CA [schedule]

Other upcoming show dates are here.

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JD Human Jukebox Periscope

A few weeks ago, I took my “Human Jukebox” jam party to the internet for the first time and I’ve been delighted by the response. Turns out people dig covers, which is why wedding and bar bands are bringing in the big bucks. And I LOVE making fun of covers so it’s a copacetic relationship.

I am lucky (?) to have a crazy good ear; I have an almost photographic memory for music. Any song that I’ve pretty much ever heard on the radio, even just a time or two, I remember. I remember the chords, the lyrics and can figure out how to play it on guitar or ukulele (and sometimes piano, singing saw, etc) with ease. If only there was a way to be the first to monetize this billion dollar industry in the making!

For the past few years, I’ve been honing this nearly useless skill. That’s not true–there are uses to it. For example, who entertains the family at Thanksgiving with ukulele karaoke? This girl. Who uses the skill to help her many music students play songs that she can’t find the chords to line? You’re looking at her [blog]. That’s right. Moi. Who has started doing the Human Jukebox on Periscope for the masses? I did!

I call it “The Human Jukebox” and turns out, it’s super fun, and other people besides my mom and all my aunts enjoy it, too!

Below is a PDF document of all the songs that were requested and many of which were played in today’s episodes of The Human Jukebox on my Periscope feed. There are also some shout outs, rules to the game and more.

Human Jukebox 8.3.15 PART 2

What songs would you have wanted to see get played? Do you want to toss some out? Easy! Follow me on Twitter / Periscope @jessicadelfino and jump on next time. I have been doing Human Jukebox a few times a week because people seem to dig it. I like to do it around lunchtime and around 8 PM. Days vary but I’ll have a schedule up soon.

Catch Human Jukebox LIVE! Check out the calendar at theUnicornNYC.com and stop by The Unicorn when the live show is on. I do it every Monday night at around 8:30 PM, and on Periscope a couple times per week. August 16, I’ll be doing a staged version of a related show called “Great American Wrong Book” where I play songs and make fun of them.


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Life Update – WFMU, Jim Gaffigan Show, NY Funny Songs Fest

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Hey, person or people reading this. Not hey as in, “Hey!” (note the not all caps)
It’s more hey like, “heeeyyy”. Like the way a stoned cat might say it. Like the Cheshire cat.
Or Garfield after eating a tray of lasagna.

I don’t write on my blog as much as I used to. I’ve gotten more realistic in my older age and it has dawned on me that not as many people are reading this as I pretend are. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to write about what’s going on in my life for the upwards of 7 people who ARE reading it.

Few things: 

– I’m hosting a show on WFMU this coming Monday. Want to call in? Let me know.
– I have been a featured regular extra on the Jim Gaffigan show. That means I have stood near Jim a few times during the filming of his awesome show. I think it’s going to be a hit!
You can watch the first episode here, free.

JD on Gaffigan Show

The NY Funny Songs Fest is rapidly approaching, May 28-30. Tickets are free to $20. This is the 4th year I’ve produced this comedy music festival. I made it to help my friends and I have more places to perform because a lot of comedy clubs are reluctant to book comedic musicians. I put a butt ton of work into it but since I’m kind of a shitty business person, it hasn’t exploded yet. Do you want to advise me? Take over this festival? Let’s talk.

– I think I might be pregnant. More on that later.

OK enjoy your Thursday, everyone! And happy Memorial Day weekend.

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Presenting The Unicorn in Chinatown


I have been performing in NYC for the last 15ish or so years and I love being here! I love the Lower East Side where it meets Chinatown, where I have called home for over the last decade. (I call it Lower East Chinatown.)


I’ve watched it change, and I’ve been part of that change. And now I’m going to be even more of the part of that change. As condos and Starbucks enter the neighborhood at a spectacular rate, I am bringing an indie performance space to the neighborhood and calling it The Unicorn. It is a unique, creative space and there is nothing like it in the area. By day, music lessons, classes and events will take place. At night, performances, readings and shows will happen. Most will have a musical or comedic slant. The space will also be available for rentals.

The Unicorn Card

It is located at 105 Henry Street in a former Chinese bodega that I’ve remodeled, and not to toot my own horn, but it looks amazing. I am having a party on Thursday May 7th, swing by and check the place out. On Saturday May 9th, I’ll have an open house event. Do drop in and sign up for a guitar, ukulele or music lesson, or talk to me about an event that you’d like to produce. Check out our wall of instruments and say hi.


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