Good Weekend
Friday - uhh, yeah... don't quite know how to say this... my uvula was swollen. yeah. gross. made me gag constantly. I thought I was giving birth to an alien.
Saturday - better. felt good, had one of those huge small parties at my parent's place. we have this tradition of decorating the home with hand made paper cuts for Ayami-ha. this time we invited friends over, and suddenly the place was brimming with people, young and old (including Emilano & Kim's newborn son!). I made guacamole.
Sunday - ahhh the Oscars. the superbowl of cinema. It's always huge amounts fun to watch with friends, food, and open mockery of the proceedings. It's a grand spectacle, its a close race, and its always brutally unfair. Team Children Of Men got f*ing robbed, but I think we knew it was coming. Otherwise this year was a good show, funny, with some truly surreal moments thanks to Ellen's casually bizarre and fresh take on hosting. Highlights: coming down into the crowd to give Marty a script and make Speilberg snap a shot her and Clint for her myspace page. Even better: Walking up on stage after the powerful Dreamgirls medley, and saying, with a completely straight face, "Wow, I'd hate to have to follow them." Brilliant!
We, of course, and by we I mean the finest team of freestyle amateur surrealist satire hecklers and riffers in the greater Chicagoland area, including myself, Jon "Junkpuncher" Ellis, David "David Precht" Precht, Emily "Palomino tap-dancing Christ" Price, Lindsey "Rockstar" Lugsch, and Patrick "The Harbinger of Infinite Sorrow" Parish, and special guest player Tuck "The Coup-de-Ha" were in top form. We where knocking ourselves dead out there. And thats mostly what its all about.
This week, I'll be narrowly escaping from absolute professional failure and utter financial ruin. Stay tuned.
Saturday - better. felt good, had one of those huge small parties at my parent's place. we have this tradition of decorating the home with hand made paper cuts for Ayami-ha. this time we invited friends over, and suddenly the place was brimming with people, young and old (including Emilano & Kim's newborn son!). I made guacamole.
Sunday - ahhh the Oscars. the superbowl of cinema. It's always huge amounts fun to watch with friends, food, and open mockery of the proceedings. It's a grand spectacle, its a close race, and its always brutally unfair. Team Children Of Men got f*ing robbed, but I think we knew it was coming. Otherwise this year was a good show, funny, with some truly surreal moments thanks to Ellen's casually bizarre and fresh take on hosting. Highlights: coming down into the crowd to give Marty a script and make Speilberg snap a shot her and Clint for her myspace page. Even better: Walking up on stage after the powerful Dreamgirls medley, and saying, with a completely straight face, "Wow, I'd hate to have to follow them." Brilliant!
We, of course, and by we I mean the finest team of freestyle amateur surrealist satire hecklers and riffers in the greater Chicagoland area, including myself, Jon "Junkpuncher" Ellis, David "David Precht" Precht, Emily "Palomino tap-dancing Christ" Price, Lindsey "Rockstar" Lugsch, and Patrick "The Harbinger of Infinite Sorrow" Parish, and special guest player Tuck "The Coup-de-Ha" were in top form. We where knocking ourselves dead out there. And thats mostly what its all about.
This week, I'll be narrowly escaping from absolute professional failure and utter financial ruin. Stay tuned.