Pot-Bellied Goodness
Got dragged along for another absurdly, mind-blowingly, ludicrously, god-damned awful piece of theater last Friday. It was an outlet for local political criticism, and thinly-veiled sexual innuendo not so cleverly masquerading as a bastardization of Harry Potter. About halfway through the performance I found myself wishing for an RPG-7 and a couple of Thermobaric munitions to at least make the performance more ‘interesting’. In fact, the funniest, and hence most interesting part of the play was when a weird-looking pot-bellied guy in drag came out and danced an Indian traditional dance with surprising sense of rhythm and style.
Oh, and now I’m going to say ‘Thermobaric’ again, throw in ‘Al Qaeda’ and say a big Hello! to my new readers from the C.I.A. How you boys doing? Your Top-Secret Internet scanning programs still picking up the good porn? You’ve probably already scanned my computer and checked out my pitifully small collection. Y’all come back now, ya hear?
The things I do to expand my readership.
Forgot to mention that my Mom finally decided to move into the Twentieth Century and purchase a DVD player. The very first DVDs I bought for myself were Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and Star Trek Nemesis. What does this say about myself? Should I be worried? After that got all three Indiana Jones movies, plus a feature length Making of Indiana Jones documentary and the entire Alien series.
I am such a Geek.
