Not much excitement recently. Final details for the upcoming Galapagos trip have been taking up a good deal of time, and I’m writing a lot of code trying to update a software package called VQWiki to work a bit better and do some things I’d like to have on this site.
The “big” events during the past week or two took place in Hollywood. LA obviously has good film options, and the Arclight is probably my favorite theatre in the country. Every few weeks they show a movie and then have the director or someone else involved in the production answer questions afterwards, and so Audrey and I caught a showing of Lonesome Jim and then listened to Steve Buscemi and three members of the cast answer questions. Unbeknownst to us, the other perk at these showings is free drinks and appetizers, so for $9.75 we saw a movie, listened to one of the weirdest character actors in cinema history, and then joined the cast across the street for drinks.
A week prior to seeing Steve Buscemi we went out for drinks with one of Audrey’s old friends who had done some recurring TV work. I love repeating old lines from movies and such, mostly because I’m not funny enough to come up with original material, but it’s way cooler hearing the actual actor fake like he was smoking and then deliver a line like “Oh dark mother, once again I suckle at your smokey teat.”
And for anyone who’s never seen a bulldog ride a skateboard, check out Tyson, the Skateboarding Bulldog, originally discovered by Aaron.
i think the arclight would be cool. i must say, you got some cool shit in LA. not as much cool shit as here of course, but… (smiley face thing goes here)
so what do you have in nyc that’s as cool as a skateboarding bulldog? juggling monkeys? bears on tricycles? c’mon, you know it’s way cool out here. (insert self-deprecating smile thing with tongue sticking out and drool here)
i will have to borrow a story, and say that on like 57th street or something mia saw an old lady walking a turtle on the sidewalk. a big turtle, with a ribbon tied around him as a leash. did the turtle live in a $150 rent-controlled apartment, 80 years old, and had originally belonged to the old woman’s father, who picked it up on a trip to ecquador? could be. but i’ll never ever know man.
okay, we’ll call it a draw. this time. 😛