Since I’m not feeling the Halloween Spirit this year, I’ll shuffle you off to folks who are, the amazing Jon Morris and his partner in slime, Manning L. Krull, for their awesome: Nine Comics of Halloween.
Possible new titles for this site:
- Working at the Speed of Stupid
- Tired Beyond All Recognition
- More Round Than Square
- UltraNormal (there’s a great graphic that goes with this one)
- The Bags Under His Eyes Say What They Feel
- Sleeping With Feeling
Can you tell I’m really really tired? Not getting a weekend really messed me up. I havent’ slept well in almost a week and just feel like I’m under this gigantic weight all the time. Yep, definitely time for a nap.
Today, everything is dumb. Why? ‘Cuz, it’s all dumb. That’s just the way it is. I’m dumb; you’re dumb; it’s dumb; they’re dumb; we’re all dumb together.
We can be smart tomorrow. Today, it’s all dumb.
- 45 minutes in the car
- Three Metro trains
- 6 flights of stairs
- .5 mile walk
- 3 hours in line
- Seeing Jon Stewart’s hairy legs: Priceless
It was a trek getting there, and standing in line forever was a pain (in the feet to be precise). The show was very funny (much funnier live than on TV). Once we all got in the studio, one of the The Daily Show writers, J.R., came out to “warm us up”. We obviously needed it because we’d all been standing for three hours. He was actually really funny. He did the “hey, and where are YOU from?” bit and ragged on some audience members for a little while. Then, Jon came out and took questions. He was funny and seemed genuine, which is really his whole schtick now. He pulls off the “aww, shucks, I’m a normal guy” act so well, I’m not sure it’s an act. The show finally started (about an hour and fifteen minutes later than they planned). They did the opening of the show, then someone in the control room screwed up and we had to start over (so if you watch the rerun tonight, the first five minutes aren’t as enthusiastic – it’s because we’d heard those jokes already). During the down time during the screw-up and the commercial breaks (which they actually run tape through. They don’t pick up right away), Jon talked to the corespondants, who were standing in front of green screens on either side of the studio. He had a really funny exchange with Stephen Colbert. Then, the studio music started up (thumpy radio rock) and Stephen Colbert and Ed Helms did a nifty little bump and grind routine together while Moe Rocca (who went to high school with a friend of mine) did a weird “Ooh, look at me, I wear a bow tie and am from Georgetown” dance that involved a lot of kicking.
The guest was Senator John Edwards from North Carolina. He was as funny as you expect a real politician to be (as opposed to those rare exceptions like John McCain, Bob Dole and Barney Frank), and is obviously already running for President. Jen says he has her vote because “he’s dreamy”.
I think I’ll hold the other Daily Show stories until later. I’m still under water at work and don’t think I’m coming up for air anytime soon.
And as an added bonus, you can read Action Comics #1 online! Thank you, Internet!
I wish I’d had Alison’s Dad’s remodeling prayer
when we did all that painting.
Yes, we went to the Daily Show taping last night. I’m working on my writeup now, and should post it soon. Work is still crazy with that thing I spent all weekend on, which I also may write about later.
I’m sitting here watching Bittersweet Motel
waiting for Sunday Night Football
to come on, and my headache to leave. It’s the Phish
concert movie. It has some really funny interviews with the band and live and (odd) other versions of the songs from my favorite album: Billy Breathes
. It’s an interesting portrait of the band. They’re all so New England quirky (as opposed to Southern Quirky… sorry, this is a stupid line, but I’m to tired to backspace).
The band is releasing a lot of their live shows on CD this fall, most importantly, the Halloween shows where they pick another band’s album to cover. I really want to hear their cover of The White Album and Remain in the Light by the Talking Heads. Hear that folks? Good Christmas present ideas… or Hannukah or Thanksgiving even.
So, I spent eight hours at work today, and that was too long for a beautiful Saturday. I took enough time to take Jen and Max to the Dominion Brewery
for lunch. The service was pretty bad, but the food, root beer and ginger ale were good. It’s funny. The place is way back in this industrial park near work (turn left twice and look for the empty kegs) where no one would happen on it by accident. Once you get inside though, it’s this nice little restaurant with big windows looking in on the brewery and bottling areas.
The sandwiches are pretty tasty and the boneless chicken wings are awesome. But, the whole reason to go is their root beer and ginger ale, made on the premises. It’s divine. I got Max a root beer (which I don’t think he’s ever had before) and he went nuts for it. I had to hide it from him so he wouldn’t drink it all at once.
And here I am at 9:30 on a Saturday night. My wife and son are asleep and I’m watching Donnie Darko again. I was right the first time, it’s a great film. It doesn’t make sense, and it really doesn’t have to. The performances and feel of the movie just work so well. Just amazing. If you haven’t seen it, it’s on Cinemax now, so TiVo it, rent it, buy it, do whatever you have to to watch this film. You won’t regret it, even if it’s just to see Patrick Swayze play a totally convincing motivational speaker, and SparkleMotion.
What am I doing inside working on a beautiful day like this:
I could be playing with:
There’s so much to say and so little time. I’ll be working all weekend on this huge thing that I can’t tell you about, so I won’t be here. I’ll be around, somewhere, doing things.
I thought I was the only kid who found magazines in the woods
. Surprise, surprise. I don’t know how those things get out there, but I guess it’s a porn scavenger hunt out there. I think it’s the Porn Bunny. The Porn Bunny smokes cigarillos, wears a green dealer’s visor and wears deck shoes on his enormous feet. He has gray fur and a bald spot between his ears that he tries to hide with an unconvincing combover.
It was my first exposure to nekkid ladies (nekkid = naked with intent). I’ve said too much already… You’ll never pry it out of me!!! I’ll take the secrets of the woods behind Alice Drive Elementary to my grave!
Ok, it wasn’t that bad, and probably not as scarring as walking in on my parents or anything. It was almost clinical. I was in fourth or fifth grade and just starting to notice girls as more than friends. Then, my friend (not sure who it was and I won’t guess as to only incriminate myself) told me about a secret stash of dirty pictures in the woods. So, we went on a quest. We found them, and after much giggling and ewwwwwww-ing, we put them back and never went back (well, I didn’t).
So, there you go: the beginning of the de-innocence-ification of Kevin. Next time, I’ll tell you about my first kiss and other embarrassing moments during puberty. Or not.