Weekend was OK. I was without a car (and still am), so that made for a bit more confinement that I would have liked.
Saturday I got together with an old group I used to do sketch comedy with. We had a couple pretty successful shows, but fell on hard times when all of our various financial crises forced us into more fiscally responsible day jobs. We tend to work in the morbid/offensive/ bizarre school of comedy. Our last show had left us dead on stage at the end. We just had to lay there until the audience got bored and realized that the show was over.
Anyway, were thinkin about giving it another whirl. Whatever happens its just fun to sit around with friends and do your damndest to insult and/or offend them. Our motto is, Contempt for the audience; thatll see us through! We came up with an idea for Stephen Hawkings Karaoke Jam, and another sketch where guys try to one-up each other with fictitious sex acts Oh yeah? Well I gave her the slinky fishbowl. That aint nuthin. We did the dank windmill all night! Etc
It was funny at the time
I saw Exorcist: the Beginning on Sunday. I didnt really mean to, but I was looking to pass the time and it was playing across the street at the exact moment I needed to get out. While certainly not Renny Harlins shittiest film, it was a far cry from greatness. Instead of the winding, atmospheric tension of the original, this was basically a hackneyed, in-your-face, Indiana Jones wannabe; mildly entertaining but unremarkable to say the least.
BITCH AND WHINE SECTION
(Just thought Id give warning, as I understand that most people dont want to read the inane ramblings of the depressed)
A week has passed. The initial shock has worn off, and though I thought I was doing a little better emotionally, I now realize that Im entering the yes, Ill live, but will never find genuine happiness phase. Symptoms include self-loathing, insomnia, panic attacks and heretofore unparalleled urges to buy a wedding ring But I havent
I kinda realized that, yes, I know the right things to say, and to a very, very huge extent, would absolutely mean them, but I dont know that I could live with the consequences. As such, any efforts in that direction at this point would be very selfish and likely blow up in may face and hurt someone very dear to me
Phooey
On the brighter side of things, a bit of time for news of my reinstatement to the ranks of the physically available have rendered a few promising leads. Granted thats an emotional mousetrap in and of itself, but for the time being, its as good a mental safety valve as any.
Saturday I got together with an old group I used to do sketch comedy with. We had a couple pretty successful shows, but fell on hard times when all of our various financial crises forced us into more fiscally responsible day jobs. We tend to work in the morbid/offensive/ bizarre school of comedy. Our last show had left us dead on stage at the end. We just had to lay there until the audience got bored and realized that the show was over.
Anyway, were thinkin about giving it another whirl. Whatever happens its just fun to sit around with friends and do your damndest to insult and/or offend them. Our motto is, Contempt for the audience; thatll see us through! We came up with an idea for Stephen Hawkings Karaoke Jam, and another sketch where guys try to one-up each other with fictitious sex acts Oh yeah? Well I gave her the slinky fishbowl. That aint nuthin. We did the dank windmill all night! Etc
It was funny at the time
I saw Exorcist: the Beginning on Sunday. I didnt really mean to, but I was looking to pass the time and it was playing across the street at the exact moment I needed to get out. While certainly not Renny Harlins shittiest film, it was a far cry from greatness. Instead of the winding, atmospheric tension of the original, this was basically a hackneyed, in-your-face, Indiana Jones wannabe; mildly entertaining but unremarkable to say the least.
BITCH AND WHINE SECTION
(Just thought Id give warning, as I understand that most people dont want to read the inane ramblings of the depressed)
A week has passed. The initial shock has worn off, and though I thought I was doing a little better emotionally, I now realize that Im entering the yes, Ill live, but will never find genuine happiness phase. Symptoms include self-loathing, insomnia, panic attacks and heretofore unparalleled urges to buy a wedding ring But I havent
I kinda realized that, yes, I know the right things to say, and to a very, very huge extent, would absolutely mean them, but I dont know that I could live with the consequences. As such, any efforts in that direction at this point would be very selfish and likely blow up in may face and hurt someone very dear to me
Phooey
On the brighter side of things, a bit of time for news of my reinstatement to the ranks of the physically available have rendered a few promising leads. Granted thats an emotional mousetrap in and of itself, but for the time being, its as good a mental safety valve as any.
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