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The theme song (cluck?) to Robot Chicken is stuck in my head.
Friday night Calvin and I went to the Tempe Improv to see Louis CK. We rode up on the motorcycle and suffered 105-degree heat after the sun went down (to which I am tempted to add "...for chrissakes"). I managed to spill an entire glass of ice water in my lap once we were seated, and I felt so much better I wasn't even mad at myself.
Going to see a comedy show is usually a sure bet for an entertaining night. Calvin and I have gone to the Improv a lot in our years together. In addition to Louis CK, we've seen Lewis Black, Christopher Titus (twice), Wayne Brady, Larry the Cable Guy, Mitch Hedberg (with Heather), Carlos Mencia (at the Dodge Theater), Ron White, Lisa Lampanelli, Robert Schimmel (twice), Harland Williams, and a bunch more that Calvin will probably remind me of once he reads this entry (did we see Jeff Foxworthy or Bill Engvall? I forget.) Calvin saw Eddie Murphy once, but that was before me. I wanted to see Eddie Izzard's upcoming show, but it's sold out. I saw Steven Wright once with my ex.
Anyway! We came home to some drama that we attempted to diffuse, and went to bed at around 2:30. I told you that detail so that I could ask you this: WHY does my body insist on waking up at 7:00 on a Saturday morning, regardless of how much sleep I have (or have not) gotten the night before? And WHY can I not convince said body to go back to sleep, after reasoning with it for a good fifteen minutes ("You got barely four hours of sleep. It's Saturday, you don't have to go to work. The bed is sooooo comfy...")? I just gave up and got up.
I did catch a nap later in the day, though. I love naps so much that I might just start getting up early on the weekends JUST to have an excuse to take a nap in the afternoon. (Hush, Calvin.)
Saturday evening we watched the first disc of the first season of Robot Chicken, courtesy of NetFlix. We laughed, we cried, (we didn't get some of 'em), it became a part of us. Seth Green is an evil genius. Some of the skits were SO WRONG. Which is precisely what appealed to us, of course. If there's any kind of sense of humor we have, it's a sick and twisted sense of humor.
(Case in point, I found this to be hysterical. I know! I'm sick.)
We also watched, like, three episodes of The Two Coreys (I watched under protest), and were then motivated to watch The Goonies and identify every familiar place we saw during our visit in Oregon.
Sunday Calvin and I got tickets to the Diamondbacks vs. Washington Nationals baseball game, eschewed the riding of the motorcycle in favor of the nicely air-conditioned truck (hello, heat advisory!), and found decent seats a stone (cup?) throw away from the beer.
The D-backs lost. Phooey.
Sunday evening we wisely took our other Netflix offering, "Shortbus", into the bedroom to watch. The film caught our interest after watching an Indi channel documentary on the history of film ratings (G, PG, etc...). Shortbus was described to be what the rating "X" was intended to be - adult content but not pornography (hello, search hits!). And I have to say, sensibilities aside, I really liked the movie. I couldn't describe it to save my life (well, not without blushing HARD), but I would recommend the film to OPEN MINDED people who aren't offended by a wholly sexual topic and sex scenes in which the parties are NOT pretending.
What an interesting weekend. Comedy, Robot Chicken, Coreys, 80's culture, a baseball game, and full frontal (sideal, backal, upsidedownal, rightsideupal) nudity.
Friday night Calvin and I went to the Tempe Improv to see Louis CK. We rode up on the motorcycle and suffered 105-degree heat after the sun went down (to which I am tempted to add "...for chrissakes"). I managed to spill an entire glass of ice water in my lap once we were seated, and I felt so much better I wasn't even mad at myself.
Going to see a comedy show is usually a sure bet for an entertaining night. Calvin and I have gone to the Improv a lot in our years together. In addition to Louis CK, we've seen Lewis Black, Christopher Titus (twice), Wayne Brady, Larry the Cable Guy, Mitch Hedberg (with Heather), Carlos Mencia (at the Dodge Theater), Ron White, Lisa Lampanelli, Robert Schimmel (twice), Harland Williams, and a bunch more that Calvin will probably remind me of once he reads this entry (did we see Jeff Foxworthy or Bill Engvall? I forget.) Calvin saw Eddie Murphy once, but that was before me. I wanted to see Eddie Izzard's upcoming show, but it's sold out. I saw Steven Wright once with my ex.
Anyway! We came home to some drama that we attempted to diffuse, and went to bed at around 2:30. I told you that detail so that I could ask you this: WHY does my body insist on waking up at 7:00 on a Saturday morning, regardless of how much sleep I have (or have not) gotten the night before? And WHY can I not convince said body to go back to sleep, after reasoning with it for a good fifteen minutes ("You got barely four hours of sleep. It's Saturday, you don't have to go to work. The bed is sooooo comfy...")? I just gave up and got up.
I did catch a nap later in the day, though. I love naps so much that I might just start getting up early on the weekends JUST to have an excuse to take a nap in the afternoon. (Hush, Calvin.)
Saturday evening we watched the first disc of the first season of Robot Chicken, courtesy of NetFlix. We laughed, we cried, (we didn't get some of 'em), it became a part of us. Seth Green is an evil genius. Some of the skits were SO WRONG. Which is precisely what appealed to us, of course. If there's any kind of sense of humor we have, it's a sick and twisted sense of humor.
(Case in point, I found this to be hysterical. I know! I'm sick.)
We also watched, like, three episodes of The Two Coreys (I watched under protest), and were then motivated to watch The Goonies and identify every familiar place we saw during our visit in Oregon.
Sunday Calvin and I got tickets to the Diamondbacks vs. Washington Nationals baseball game, eschewed the riding of the motorcycle in favor of the nicely air-conditioned truck (hello, heat advisory!), and found decent seats a stone (cup?) throw away from the beer.
The D-backs lost. Phooey.
Sunday evening we wisely took our other Netflix offering, "Shortbus", into the bedroom to watch. The film caught our interest after watching an Indi channel documentary on the history of film ratings (G, PG, etc...). Shortbus was described to be what the rating "X" was intended to be - adult content but not pornography (hello, search hits!). And I have to say, sensibilities aside, I really liked the movie. I couldn't describe it to save my life (well, not without blushing HARD), but I would recommend the film to OPEN MINDED people who aren't offended by a wholly sexual topic and sex scenes in which the parties are NOT pretending.
What an interesting weekend. Comedy, Robot Chicken, Coreys, 80's culture, a baseball game, and full frontal (sideal, backal, upsidedownal, rightsideupal) nudity.
I really miss Mitch Hedberg. RIP.
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