This weekend the Tampa Theater is playing Control, the Ian Curtis biopic. I've been getting more and more into Joy Division, and Ian Curtis was cool because he died the exact way I want to: suicide, at 23, after watching Stroszek. Only 1 month to go!
Someone calls me at work today with this bullshit: "Okay so I won this pass for a free party of twenty, right? Well I got twenty friends--and we're all big drinkers--and we're all coming tonight, but, see, here's the thing: I cannot for the life of my find that pass." "Well, I'm sorry but we can't honor a pass that, to us, may or may not exist." "Okay well here's the thing (this is the second time she said this - ed.), I broke up with my boyfriend of like 5 years and he took all my shit and put it in a bin and threw that in a storage closet and Prince Charming over here never gave me the key. So could you just allow us to come in and if I get a hold of the pass I could just mail them to you? We're all big drinkers!" I bet you are lady. Now just imagine having the nerve to pull this kind of stunt at Publix. I got this here coupon but I lost it so it said I could get free turkey so just give me the turkey now and I'll mail you a coupon if I find it. Kthnxbye.
"Well, Ma'am, I'm sorry but if you don't have the pass we cannot honor the free admissions." "What, so are you telling me to go somewhere else?" "That is entirely up to you."
I've been watching that show The Whitest Kids U' Know on IFC lately and it's a decent sketch show. It's very hit-or-miss, just like Human Giant on MTV (which is starting its second season soon). Neither can really compare to The Upright Citizens Brigade or Mr. Show, but both fill the void well. For a while there I remember network TV was trying to produce another successful prime-time sketch show with forgettable entries like The Downer Channel and that Kelsey Grammar project that no one remembers.