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Archive for January, 2008
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“It’s windy like a hurricane outside, and the left headphone is broken.” “Hit it.”
January 8th, 2008 | by Thacher ClevelandPosted In: General
I find it hard to believe that we don’t have a back-up set of headphones in the house, but we don’t apparently. That blows. Like the aforementioned wind.
Also blowing is the fct that the RSS is broken. Still. Has been for a while, and I just have absolutely no idea how to fix it. I took out the feedburner, tried to “resync” the feed or whatever, but nothing. I thought it might be something to do with smart quotes in the stuff on the writing page, but I painstakingly went in and changed that. There was no avail. For anyone.
I watched the Dark Crystal again the other day. I’m assuming I’d seen it before, because I remember it freaking my shit right the fuck out, but I couldn’t really remember any of the specifics. Well, the weird ass crab things, and I think the scene where the Skeksis’ (oh yeah, that’s spelled right) banish the other one and rip its clothes off, which just seems weirdly intense for a kids movie. It was alright, but I could see why people could get freaked over it. Practical puppet effects just tend to look better, I think. Farscape proved this.
Thinking about childhood freakout blackouts, I “remembered” two other instances of this. When I was in elementary school, I “played” the trumpet and was in some sort of recital in front of the school, and while I’m sure I was there and made trumpet-esque noises, I have no memory of it. I also remember that I was going to be in some sort of Valentines play in middle school, and i did all my rehearsing and all that, and I vaguely remember being in some sort of costume (I had a big pillow belly), but none of the actual performance itself.
Now, I can see how now, after all these years, the memories of those things might fade, but I remember being in high school and college going “Man, I don’t remember that at all.” It’s funny the tricks the mind plays. It’s funny how both things are about performing in front of a group, and while I’m not that psyched about it now, I’ve done a bunch of group event things for both stores now, acting all goofy or playing to the crowd so I don’t think it’s a problem any more.
Why is the brain so weird?
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Bit ‘o Honey tastes like your parents are getting divorced
January 3rd, 2008 | by Thacher ClevelandPosted In: General
I’ve been doing a shit-ton of manual labor the past two days, hanging up more slatwall and refixturing (because I have a fixture fetish) and when I got home tonight I was sore all over and ended up taking a two-hour nap on the couch after Chinese food.
So now it’s 2:30 and I’m not tired at all. Did some writing , which was hard because I’ve been letting myself go (writing is a lot like riding a bike, there are certain muscles you only use for that, and if you don’t use them for a while and then pick it back up, they hurt like crazy) and now I’m just trying to kill time until I get tired. Here’s an example of things that can happen:
I was on Fark, reading the comments in an article about a model who is suing because she did a jewelry ad and she thinks it degrades her “wholesome image, and I wonder if the one girl is the girl from “John Tucker Must Die” so I do a Google image search for “O face” (which brings up some interesting results) and I see the picture of the “Gwen Stacy had Norman Osborns kids” issue from Spider-Man (at least I think that’s it, let me check the link to be sure) and it leads me here, an archived bulletin board thread from 2004 where Patton Oswalt answers (very candidly) questions about stand-up and show biz, and it’s filled with tons of good stuff (including the title of this post), and describing conversations between comedians:
“Rich Vos and Patrice O’Neal at Caroline’s on a Sunday at midnight four years ago. Patrice is onstage, and Rich is in the audience, and they’ve been insulting each other for ten minutes:
Patrice: I can’t help being fat. It’s my genes!
Rich: I didn’t know genes had the word ‘Hostess’ written on ‘em!”
and
“Another fun, failed experience was SLACKITY SLACK, which Blaine and I wrote with David Cross after FOOD FOR THOUGHT died. Now it was late 1994, and we were all disgusted with the co-opted “slacker” culture, so we wrote a YOUNG ONES-style “coffee shop ensemble” comedy (I can’t tell you how many goddamn pitch meetings we’d go into where they insited on “a bunch of people sitting around a coffee shop” in the summer of 1994) which Comedy Central had a massive, rhino-sized hard-on for. We wrote three scripts, and Comedy Central gratefully took them, sealed them in ceramic, high-impact canisters, and shot them into geosynchronous orbit around Charon, Pluto’s recently-discovered satellite.”
An hour later I’m still reading and laughing.
And still awake.
Fuck.