Christopher Titus’ Voice in My Head begins with a quite literal sermon from the fiery “Church of Comedy: Fresno, California Parish.” Seriously. There’s church-y music (which could be from a wedding, or a funeral), and the stage background boasts a giant ‘T’ against purple stained glass that looks pretty purposefully like a Christian cross. The only thing that’s missing is Titus’ priestly habit.

The “Church of Comedy” happens to be in cahoots with the “Church of the Epic Fail,” where Titus presides. He even says, “if there was a Fuck-Up Pope, I would have a three-foot hat.” If you’re familiar with how comedy works, you might be sarcastically thinking, “Wow, what an INCREDIBLE juxtaposition! He’s preaching his own fall from grace? Oh, the irony!” and then you might twirl your mustache and harrumph. However, while Christopher Titus’ call to loser-dom is a common tactic in the comedy world (whether it be overtly religious, or otherwise), there is no denying that the life of Christopher Titus is that of an epic failure. Through the masterful use of comedic storytelling techniques, he draws upon his massive cache of awesome comedic mishaps, such as: 1) not living up to his alcoholic father’s expectations at age 5 during a ski boat outing by taking too long to learn how to water ski; 2) scaring little kids at a birthday party by dressing up as Darth Vader for a job in high school, and; 3) ruining his own comedy act in Macon, Georgia – twice – by being insensitive to news about a sick baby and then yelling at a disabled woman. Read the rest of this entry