So she’s made some mistakes. Getting arrested for a DWI back in ‘01; lingering a decade or two too long in that ‘80s blazer-and-necktie look . . . hey, nobody’s saying Paula Poundstone is perfect. But she is pretty damned funny. A longtime staple of the comedy circuit, past commentator for the Emmys and Oscars, recipient of the Best Female Stand-Up trophy by the American Comedy Awards and one of Comedy Central’s 100 Greatest Stand-Ups of All Time, Poundstone’s comic résumé by far makes up for any blots in her wardrobe or arrest history.
Now, six years after her life went into a tailspin following that DWI, the gravelly-voiced stand-up is back in the saddle again, fully rehabbed (“I was court-ordered into Alcoholics Anonymous on television,” she’s said, “Pretty much blows the hell out of the second A, wouldn’t you say?”) and promoting her new book, There’s Nothing in This Book I Meant to Say. She’ll be performing at the McCallum Theatre this weekend, undoubtedly sipping her customary Diet Pepsi while musing on all things political (“I have short-term memory loss, but I like to think of it as presidential potential”), domestic (“The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax-murderer”), environmental (“Remember when you were considered an environmentalist if you didn’t throw junk out the car window? I sure do miss that simpler, happier time”), even existential (“What moron said knowledge is power? Knowledge is only power if it doesn’t depress you so much that it leaves you in an immobile heap at the end of your bed”).
Check her out. And remember—you did (and wore) some stupid stuff back in the day, too. (April Caires)
Paula Poundstone at the McCallum Theatre, 73000 Fred Waring Dr., Palm Desert, (760) 340-2787; www.mccallumtheatre.com. Sun., 7 p.m. $25-$55.