Wednesday, January 28

As we do up the curious buttonsBenjamin!on our sleeveless coat, January glides by unnoticed as the curdled crème-de-la-creamed spinach of the fancy people set stay home and refuse to lipo off the holiday bulge until someone returns all their money. Attempt to peel oneself from mesmerizing live blogs of the Barack Obama presidency (doesn’t he just look so handsome behind that big desk making important phone calls?) in order to finishing buttoning—Benjamin!—our sleeveless coat and put on big honkin’ Eskimo boots and clomp! clomp! clomp! to Joe’s Pub, where comedian Tom Shillue is performing “Supernormal,” his monologue about how he’s totally normal and was never abused and grew up in Massachusetts and went to good schools (this didn’t end well for us, Tom). Alternatively, continue to binge on precious Oscar movies, although why can’t we get excited about that movie, even if it does promises Brad Pitt naked (now if it were Clive Owen).

[Tom Shillue at Joe’s Pub, 425 Lafayette Street, 7:30 p.m., www.joespub.org]

mbryan@observer.com Wednesday, January 28