How do I manage, year after year, to completely forget how much preparation time and energy is required to get to Dragon*Con? I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like for the attendees who do the full-on costume thing. I have run myself ragged these last two days with con-related errands and now it’s time to color my hair.
Tomorrow: Packing! Yes, all day, dammit!
I can sleep on the plane.
She left you.
You showed so much promise,
but when the time came
to prove you could really
follow your dreams,
you instead chose to play
the humility card,
not admitting to yourself
that it wasn’t embarrassment over
your genius,
but fear of success that stopped you
in your tracks.
She left you.
You supported her in her own rise
to the top of her game;
now it hardly seems fair she doesn’t
do the same
for you.
Yet you insist that your 20 hours
of hard work
in six months
should count as much as her
12-hour days
for several years.
She left you.
You whine that you are nothing without her,
but are unwilling to do anything
which would prove yourself in her eyes,
unwilling to be the man,
the “go-getter” to whom
she was attracted
in the first place.
She left you.
Not because you chose to
chase your dreams,
but because you did not live
up to your potential
in following them;
she has always seen
what you can be,
even if you cannot.
She left you.
You brought her into your
dreamscape
and then complained
she got the script all wrong,
insisting that you are doing everything
you can possibly do
to make your dreams reality,
when the fact is you’d rather spend hours
on the Xbox
and whine about how no one truly understands
the artist within.
She left you.
Not because she believed in you,
but because she believes in herself.
Run, Lola, run!
Vala Mal Doran’s daughter is … Inara?
How hot is that? My gawd, the mother/daughter tag team possibilities make me weak.
Next up on the fantasy list: Starbuck and Kaylee.
I’ll match up the boys some other time.
What do you do if a couple of loser, stupid rednecks are following you and harrassing you in their big old pick’em up truck?
Happy birthday, BMW dude!
I wish that title weren’t true, but back in February, Reverend Magdalen and Lord Jesus Christ found themselves embroiled in a custody battle for Rev. Magdalen’s son from a previous relationship. The boy’s father is using their affiliation and activities with the Church of the Subgenius to say that Rev. Magdalen is an unfit mother.
Rev. Magdalen and Lord Jesus Christ did take part in some raunchy, debauched performance art at an official SubGenius event, but the child they care for was not there and was unaware of their activities. This is as it should be and such adult fun is perfectly harmless to a kid who knows nothing about it, but the first judge in the case took major offense, became verbally abusive, and found in the biological father’s favor.
Fighting this first ruling is the problem. It’s not easy to defend one’s right to be a consenting, depraved, perverted adult having fun with other consenting, depraved, perverted adults. It doesn’t help that that father’s attorneys know they have no real legal leg to stand on, so they keep postponing the court dates, hoping Rev. Magdalen will run out of funds. The legal bills are already above the $50K mark.
And what happened to freedom of religion? Are Satanists unfit parents, too? What of the BDSM players or swingers? How about the people at the snake churches? I have trouble understanding how a private, adults-only celebration weekend / Black Mass / play or key party / snake-handling revival would have any bearing on a child who was not present and knows nothing about the activity.
This case, if it is ultimately found in the father’s favor, could provide an ugly precedent for all of us out here on the fringe, and not just as parents. Think of what would happen if your employer saw pictures of you at one of your favorite events, then be afraid. Be very afraid.
For the entire story of Rev. Magdalen’s and Lord Jesus Christ’s situation, including how you can help with the legal defense fund, hit this link.
Give $lack … save Slack.
1) Download the Dragon*Con 2006 Online Pocket Program.
2) Save the file, open it, and print just the Special Pullout Grid.
3) Using a highlighter, mark the items which seem interesting to attend.
Tip: Keep the Pocket Program .pdf file open on the computer for searches on items which don’t have immediately recognizable topics by title alone.
I’m not sure what to think about this album, yet it is a Neil Gaiman project, so it most likely doesn’t suck.
Then again, I completely despise Tori Amos.
I’ve been a stand-up comedy lover since the 80’s, when I attended shows at the world-famous, Hermosa Beach Comedy & Magic Club. That’s where I first saw Jeff Dunham (& Peanut), Jack Coen, Paula Poundstone, Steven Wright, Dana Gould, and Jay Leno. (In fact, Leno’s had a standing show there on Sunday nights for at least two decades.) I also saw Howie Mandel in concert at the Univeral Pavillion and I managed to score free tickets to see Harry Anderson do his schtick before he got to be famous on the TV show Night Court.
So living in L.A., I had a lot of opportunities to see the best. When I moved to Albuquerque, though, there weren’t many bookings for the folks I like to hear. In fact, Laffs was lucky people came through town at all, so I went to Las Vegas quite a bit and saw Penn & Teller, George Wallace, The Amazing Jonathan, and George Carlin there. That’s not to say I didn’t support Laffs, because I did; the shows I attended just weren’t that memorable to me.
When Comedy Central came to basic cable, I was in hog heaven for those first 5 or so years, because nearly all they had in their repetoire was stand-up. Short Attention Span Theatre, The A-List, and a host of other shows brought all the comics into my living room, so I knew who to go see live and who wasn’t worth the effort.
Albuquerque finally got on the ball and, a couple years before I moved to Denver, I got to see Mitch Hedburg, Dave Attell, and Lewis Black on tour, which was an amazing show. I also caught Emo Phillips at the Lobo movie theater for a show just before the venue was rented out and became a church.
Now that I have TiVo, I record all the stand-up comedy I can, especially the HBO and Showtime specials. My favorites are Christopher Titus: Norman Rockwell is Bleeding, HBO One Night Stand: Jim Norton, Lewis Black, George Carlin, Jeffery Ross, David Cross (who’s not on TV doing stand-up very often), Louie C.K., Lisa Lampanelli, the Comedy Central Roasts (the Pam Anderson one not-so-much), and HBO One Night Stand: Patrice O’Neal. I have seen Sarah Silverman’s movie, Jesus is Magic, and can’t wait for it to be on cable so I can record it to watch over and over.
From this list alone, you can see I don’t like the usual stand-up fare, but folks who go past the edge. These people push the envelope of what is considered decent and I love them for it. If a comic is on the shit list of the American Family Association, I probably love them. This is also the reason I don’t watch Last Comic Standing, as broadcast television would not allow the comics I like on the air.
As for the movie The Aristocrats, that was like the holy grail to me. I’d heard of the joke but comedians never spoke of it to us, the lowly public. If you’ve seen the movie, you know exactly why it was taboo. For the record, there were only one or two people in the film I didn’t recognize immediately, and those I didn’t the non-husband did.
Anyway, I am on the mailing list for the local comedy club here in Denver, Comedy Works. The only show we’ve forked over money for admission plus the two-drink minimum so far was Lisa Lampanelli, who was stellar. If you’re easily offended, don’t bother with her - she is The Queen of Mean - but she had us both crying during her show. I left with a stomach ache and picked up her CD on the way out, which she was gracious enough to sign on the spot.
I checked my e-mail late yesterday and there it was:
Jim Norton at Comedy Works this October
And a choir of angels sang, I sprang forth from my chair, and realized there is no way to buy tickets for his show fast enough. My next thought was to invite the man out for a drink, so I perused his website, found an e-mail address, and asked. (Hey, you can’t win if you don’t play.)
Then I recalled something I said last weekend, aloud and in front of witnesses, which proves further that the universe has an interesting way of dealing with me … I said I would gladly do Jim Norton if I ever got to meet him in person.
Self-loathing is sexy, especially if it makes me laugh. My exes won’t admit it, but that’s why I found most of them so attractive.
And whatever Diva wants …
That’s the name of a theme restaurant in Mumbai, India.
Just when you think you’ve seen just about everything …
Raise your hand if you hate Andy Dick.
Extra points if you hated him before the Comedy Central Roast of William Shatner.
This geek girl wants to do Patton Oswalt baaaaad.