October 4th, 2006
I hate not having the internet. I feel isolated and disconnected. Yet, at the same time its sorta nice. In any case, expect a letter from me once I get it back.
Well now, here:
1. Went and saw the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in San Diego. Karen O is more of a wasted-crazy-no-shit-takin-shit-talking-rad-bitch than I could have ever hoped for. She like, does interpretive dances with scarves and kooky props.You just can't hate on baby girl for that. Their songs were tight and they played everything we could've wanted. Well rounded to make everyone happy. My only complaint would be the "all ages" nature of the venue. I prefer my clubs to smell like awesome and beer and making out and cigarettes....not puberty.
I must've seen a half a dozen third graders pop boners for Ms. O due to her penchant for wearing tiny bathing suits and fellating microphones.
2. Went to COMEDY DEATH RAY 4. Um. That was. Fucking intense. Oh, hell...here's the flyer:
Comedy Death Ray 4
I'm sure...you can imagine how that all went. A 10 hour comedy extravaganza featuring Bob Odenkirk and Patton Oswald and yadda yadda?! Amazing. I mean, when you first walked into the joint you got handed a bag with free swag inside ( comedy cds, buttons, stickers, a t shirt in my size that says "I'm getting pretty good at masturbating", etc.) And THEN in the NEXT room they handed out red cups of BEER. There was FREE BEER ALL NIGHT. And snacks!! And at about 4 am people started going crazy...you could taste it in the air. Drunk+ comedy+ what the fuck are we doing up at 5:30?=kjkjgjkhhkjhljoin. I mean it.
Today I'm sick and miserable and wishing I wasn't. I somehow pirated the internet and so now I'm happy... but it's oh so very fleeting ( the internet. not my emotional state).
Well now, here:
1. Went and saw the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in San Diego. Karen O is more of a wasted-crazy-no-shit-takin-shit-talking-rad-bitch than I could have ever hoped for. She like, does interpretive dances with scarves and kooky props.You just can't hate on baby girl for that. Their songs were tight and they played everything we could've wanted. Well rounded to make everyone happy. My only complaint would be the "all ages" nature of the venue. I prefer my clubs to smell like awesome and beer and making out and cigarettes....not puberty.
I must've seen a half a dozen third graders pop boners for Ms. O due to her penchant for wearing tiny bathing suits and fellating microphones.
2. Went to COMEDY DEATH RAY 4. Um. That was. Fucking intense. Oh, hell...here's the flyer:
Comedy Death Ray 4
I'm sure...you can imagine how that all went. A 10 hour comedy extravaganza featuring Bob Odenkirk and Patton Oswald and yadda yadda?! Amazing. I mean, when you first walked into the joint you got handed a bag with free swag inside ( comedy cds, buttons, stickers, a t shirt in my size that says "I'm getting pretty good at masturbating", etc.) And THEN in the NEXT room they handed out red cups of BEER. There was FREE BEER ALL NIGHT. And snacks!! And at about 4 am people started going crazy...you could taste it in the air. Drunk+ comedy+ what the fuck are we doing up at 5:30?=kjkjgjkhhkjhljoin. I mean it.
Today I'm sick and miserable and wishing I wasn't. I somehow pirated the internet and so now I'm happy... but it's oh so very fleeting ( the internet. not my emotional state).