FUCK YOU, WASHINGTON STATE!

How is it possible, in the name of everything that's right and good, that Joe came in 4th in the Seattle Comedy Competition? I have some big boots, WA, and I'm not afraid to kick your hack-ass-comedy-loving-motherfucking asses!

Is it too much television? Or has the fluoride in the water rotted your brains? What is wrong with you? You might not agree with his views, but jesus, he's still one of the funniest people doing stand up.

FORTH! How can you sleep at night, Washington State, knowing that you only laugh at fart jokes and song parodies?

Fuck, how do you get out of bed and dress yourselves? Do you wander around bouncing off walls until you reach the law of averages and fall out the door?

Keep your coffee and your Space Needle, Seattle; I'm done with you.

Stupid fuckers.

Happy Turkey Day, All!

I hope that everyone has a fully fed, non-family-drama, warm and sleepy kind of day.

I love you.

Back from Vegas

I am home, I had a blast. I have to say that amy is a wonderful travel buddy. I hope I wasn't annoying.

amy and I will be collating our thoughts and posting them sometime soon.

For now, I rest.

Arg

Not feeling well; a cold or something, sad; I found out yesterday that there's no way that Theanna can come over New Years, stressed about Joe at the Seattle International Comedy Competition; although he's doing really well, he came in second (out of 16) the first two nights, and I'm getting twitchy about the trip next week with amy.

And on top of it all my friend, Jim, is not getting hold of the idea that I don't feel like talking. It's always a drama and I don't have the energy for a normal phone call. Last night I went to sleep before Joe hit the stage so I couldn't send him good vibes; I was that tired. I'm so rarely unavailable I wish he could understand that there are times when I have to be all about me.

I don't know that I have the energy to explain that it doesn't mean I don't care, it means I have stuff going on, too.

Friends at the End, Lyrics

Friends At The End

The telephone rings you pick it up you say hello, hello this is an old friend how are you
I'm fine you say and you?
There's a little awkward small talk and then the bad news
Have you heard, so and so's caught the big one
It was just like that right out of the blue
You wanna know how how bad
Just a matter of time is the clinical view

Oh my, nobody wants to die but it can hit you right between the eyes
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line

You put the phone down thinking oh god not another one
Then close to tears
You selfishly begin to count up all the loved ones you have lost
Over the years
You try to picture their faces while there's something going on
In the place where your stomach used to be
Then you realize it's the oldest and the coldest feeling ever known to humanity

Fallen fruit must decompose
Feed the birds and busy those
The squirm around in the graveyard mud
Empty bedpans and wash away the blood
Oh my
Nobody wants to die but it can hit you right between the eyes
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line

On a cold and sunny late November day you walk around under clear blue skies
Kick some leaves, sniff the bonfire smoke and attempt to philosophise
How will it be when it's your turn to go?
Will you find a few famous last words to say?
Or will you simply fall asleep knowing that nothing in the universe ever really goes away?

Oh my, nobody wants to die but it can hit you right between the eyes
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line

Here come all the suns
Here comes all the light
Everything and nothing in one
Sweet kiss goodnight
Everything and nothing
All creatures great and small
Everything and nothing
God bless us all
Worn out shoes
And rusty cars
We are all the stuff of stars
Sub atomic carbon based
Every day is made in space
As it was before your birth
Nothing lasts forever on earth

Oh my, nobody wants to die but it can hit you right between the eyes
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line
When you're talking about friends at the end of the line

Link to MP3 of the song

Yesterday

Yesterday was a good day. I saw the Incredibles with Di then we went back to her house and ate hamburgers, fries and salads then got "relaxed." Later I went to Cobb's to see Neil Innes. What a nice and talented man. The audience was encouraged to sing along, if we knew the words. He did a song, in the middle of all the funny, about getting the phone calls that one gets when a friend has died. Friends at the End of the Line, I think it was called. It made me tear up. I'll check to see if it's on his site and will post a line if it is. It's a wonderfully accurate.

I met up with a fan of Python whom I had met up with before at a Palin signing, so that was nice.

Here are a couple of pictures: The first was just a regular picture.



However, this one was a backup in case the first wasn't any good. I said, "Should we move slightly so it's clear that they are different pictures?" So, Neil bent slightly and I looked manic.



It was a fun day.

Okay America

You are fucked.

I thought you should know that I know. And it's not just me, there are sooooooo many of us walking around with glassy eyed expressions, like prom queens that woke up in the back of a van and no memory of what happened, but knowing that it must be bad.

Now it's the afternoon of that day and our prom queens have showered, had coffee, and are now thinking about how those responsible should pay. There will be pay back.

I don't mean violence, because that only inspires more violence, but those who voted to let GW back in the White House will see their mistake, and they will realize that it's too late.

I hope you're proud of yourselves.