The Monday after the Daylight Savings Time switch is always rough. My brain is running about an hour behind.
That said, a hail of bullets:
- Guns at Starbucks? Probably not going to compel the barista to make your double tall skim latte any faster.
- HBO’s The Pacific is compelling and engrossing. Yay new Sunday night addiction! Also, yes: I love war movies and TV shows. I’m a manly man after all.
- Glenn Beck telling people to leave churches that preach “social justice.” Um. Wasn’t Jesus all about social justice? Dude spent more time tending to the poor, sick, and needy than hanging out with the religious elite. I’m going to laugh my ass off if the antichrist turns out to be a product of the religious right. If that’s not irony, I don’t know what is.
- I saw Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland last week. Liked it, but thought the characters—no matter how grotesquely fantastic—were nothing more but cardboard cutouts. Just because it’s a Disney flick doesn’t mean it needs to be void of any emotional back story (see Up, Finding Nemo, heck even Toy Story 2).
- DMG had a great show on Friday. Key elements: Wolverine, having illiterate members in a book club, and gay marriage (topical!). We have more shows in April at the Comedy Spot in Ballston. Stay tuned for more info!
- Finally, I am now officially credit card debt-free. Thank you, First Time Homebuyer’s Tax Credit! Now to start saving for: (1) a new bed, (2) potentially a new car, and (3) as a down payment to a town home when I move again in 2015 or 2020.
As I mentioned in a previous post, Sean, Sarah, and I are competing in Washington Improv Theater’s annual Fighting Improv Smackdown Tournament (FIST).
Here’s our debut performance. We crushed our competitor, Alpha Beta Soup.
And I lost my voice for a week.
And outtakes:
His new victims: carpet in the bedroom and the bed.
He is thiiiiiiiiiiiiis close to being sent to the glue factory.
Let the FISTing begin!
Washington Improv Theater’s Fighting Improv Smackdown Tournament (FIST) starts tomorrow.
Sarah, Sean, and I are competing as Goddammit, Mother! this Saturday, March 6, 2010 at 8 p.m. Click here for tickets. Only $10! Cheap! The audience determines the winner, so come and cheer us on into victory against Alpha Beta Soup. I mean, come on. Wouldn’t you vote for us, just based on our promo pic?
I had flowers delivered to TJ for his birthday. This is what they looked like the next day. Boooooo, Conklyn’s Flowers. Booooooo.
When I’m stuck at the Detroit airport close to midnight, waiting for a delayed flight to Fort Wayne, Indiana, I like to look through my journal archives on my laptop. And inevitably, I reach the same conclusion every time I peruse my musings: Holy crap.
As in, “Holy crap, what the hell was going on in my head when I was 18/21/24/26/30?”
I look forward to reading this year’s journal in 2015 when I ask myself why I’m at the Detroit airport at midnight waiting for a flight to Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Why is it headline news that Tiger Woods will be holding an image-redemption press conference today? And why are sports and news analysts foaming at the mouth, wondering how effective his “I’m going to therapy” concession will be? And do we really care that much?
