As one of the most in-demand comics around--the American Comedy Awards dubbed her 1989's female club comedian of the year--Paula Poundstone does her share of traveling. She pulls into Orange County next week for a series of shows at the Improv in Irvine--a gig she'll have to interrupt about halfway through to fly to Cincinnati for a one-night stand.
Poundstone has built a following with her knack for refreshingly direct self-observation that never wanders into self-deprecation, and a distinctive sense of whimsy that often takes her off on outlandish but amusing tangents.
During her first HBO "One Night Stand" special, for instance, her attention repeatedly fell on a vent in the ceiling. Its purpose, she calmly informed the audience, was to drain the water in case the building turned over and flooded. Right. . . .
And in that event, she added later, the audience would have to decide whether to "put their faith in God" and stay put, or follow Shelley Winters and swim through the vent in a desperate stab at escape a la "The Poseidon Adventure."