Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 8:59 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
Six days until the sweet relief of maturity. Six days until I drip water on the straw wrapper of my life and it grows into a writhing worm 30 years long.
Goddamnit, why didn’t I notice the student discount on the fringe tickets? Oh snap! I should have bought a five show punch card for $45 and saved even more! Argh!
Okay, so I’ve missed a couple of possible shows tonight, but I can still get my shit together for a 10PM showing of 10-Speed Revolution, and then maybe the 11:30PM testicle show.
Now if only I could get some booze beforehand. Hmm. I understand that there are these things called buses that go from place to place and occasionally allow drunken louts to lie on the floor and swear quietly as long as they don’t smell or touch the other passengers. What am I saying? I used to ride the bus all the time. Of course the smelly guys touch the passengers! That’s why they keep raising the rates, because everyone wants to be touched by a hobo! They even made a tv show about it starring Michael Landon! Wait, no, that was “Highway to Heaven.” Hmm. Oh yeah, “Touched By A Hobo” starred Valerie Bertinelli!
Actually, aside from when I used to ride the 16 my bus rides were always pleasant affairs. Now where is that 4 schedule I grabbed at the Art Fair? Oh well, that’s what the web is for. What bar is closest to the Brave New Workshop and serves the strongest booze for cheapest? Hmm. It’s only half a mile to the Minneapolis Theatre Garage, on Franklin and Lyndale. Then the 4 is right there to bring me home again. It’s not the subway, but at least it doesn’t smell like burning corpses.
If you miss me, I could probably use a phone call so I can annoy the shit out of the other people on the bus.
Time to put on some pa- hey! I’m already wearing pants! Hooray!
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 6:39 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
Somehow between picking clean clothes out of the hamper and laying waste to the bathroom, fifteen minutes went by and I was far too late to get my ass to the West Bank, so I opted for a heart poundingly refreshing nap and the traditional household dinner of french fries and pasteurized processed breaded chicken chunks.
I’m bumping that show to 10pm on Wednesday.
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 5:14 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
I gotta run in a minute. I’m off to “Cliff Notes” for Dummies presented by Third Rabbit Dance Ensemble. I expect great enjoyment and fun, and this will increase my fringe points to 3.
Who am I kidding? I rolled a natural twenty when determining my fringe points.
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 2:06 pm and was filed under:
Diversions
So, uh, never mind.
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 1:30 pm and was filed under:
school
An 86% in CSci 4011 translates to an A-, which, when combined with the A in my two credit coursework and run through my combinatorial machine, produces a GPA for the semester of 3.78! Hooray! I don’t think that the Dean’s list includes half time students in the summer, but that would be cool to get there again.
Just as I saw that grade the sun came out. How’s that for awesome? I get to look out of my window and see the sun falling on lush greenery across the river.
I should get back to the Gophers Afterdark calendar, because it is terribly important.
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 1:09 pm and was filed under:
Wallowing,
Me
Before I dated Melissa I was single for four years. Here’s to four more!
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Written on Monday, the 8th of August, 2005 at 2:02 am and was filed under:
Diversions
I got to both shows, but I was a little late for the first. Here is a one sentence review of each:
Adventures in Mating: This show was hilarious.
The Scrimshaw Show: This show had hilarious moments.
Happy now?
During the Scrimshaw Show I literally fell out of my chair when the skinny brother beat a Vonnegut joke into a fine froth. I’m not sure if anyone else was laughing, but he had me in the palm of his hand and squeezed. Then again, Cat’s Cradle was about a quarter of one of my four credit courses, so that comes to something like $400 just to get that series of jokes. My own particular take on comedy is that if you can make one person laugh until they have an aneurysm you have done plenty, even if everyone else in the room just looks at you like you’ve gone crazy. Way to go, Joe. If I may call you that.
Adventures in Mating was set in a restaurant on the surface of the sun, so there was no air conditioning in the theater. Maybe there is never any air conditioning there, I don’t know, it was just hot. In any case, very funny, but the audience participation was, of course, typically Minnesotan: lame and predictable.
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