Most of James’ jokes are about bears, pants or fire, which are, respectively, the funniest animal, funniest article of clothing, and funniest element in the universe. He leans toward the peculiar, irregular aspects of life. But he also has irregular jokes about regular stuff too, like relationships and school and balding. By the end of James’ routine, you’ll start nodding along, convinced of things that aren’t true, like how stalkers actually help you or how the solution to the ails of the modern American prison system can be solved by sending more obese children to jail.

James likes bad art. Sometimes bad art makes its way into museums; James likes the bad art that’s a step below that bad art. He even started doing some of his own. After honing his skills, and realizing his work was sufficiently bad enough to be comical, it has since, courtesy of a Kodak carousel projector from the 80s, found its way into his act.

When James isn’t doing comedy –or sleeping– he is a professional writer.