hot chicks with douchebags & my past
Many many many summers ago here in beautiful los angeles, the band U2 were here recording or editing that piece of shit movie or something. No one got laid that summer because every girl at every club was holding on to the dream that U2 would show up and choose them to go home with and end up being what Mister Hewson was ultimately looking for.
I dubbed it "Horrible U2 Summer" and this site is able to replicate the same feelings of disillusion and despair.
The bride and I have been going to the saturday night screenings at the hollywood forever cemetary. It's something I look forward to every year. A couple of weeks ago, they showed Harold y Maude and so many people showed up that there was "line anarchy" and it bummed us out and we left. It used to be BACK IN THE OLD DAYS, SONNY!!!! that the lines would form organically and everyone would cooperate and it was loverly. Now ALL THESE RIFF RAFF HOOLIGANS SHOW UP, SONNY!!!!! and it eats ass in the bad way.
Butt. this past week, we got there right around 5:30 (show begins at sundown... 8:30-9?) and had no problems. They screened roman holiday and I'd never seen it and it ruled. We take a shitload of candy, a ginormous bag of pistachios, bags of carrots, a couple of frescas, a couple of diet cokes, some water, blankets, very short beach chairs, cards to play games in line, ubiquitous video ipod (more later), and sit and hold hands and watch the movies. It sure is nice. Man.
Next week they're showing Fast Times. I'm hopeful that we can go. Haven't seen it in years. So odd to hear the guys running the screening as "Amy Heckerling's Fast Times at Ridgemont High". Dig that possessive credit, peeps!
It got me to thinking... Remember back when t.v. sucked and they used to ruin movies by making t.v. shows out of them? Now movies suck because they're ruining t.v. shows by making movies out of them.
"I hope I get a callback for the part of Jerry in the Seinfeld movie..."
Did spamscam at the Lakeshore Theater in Chicago aka Gateway to the West and had such a tremendous time. Since we're performing the show for money now, we're able to take Aaron along as the tech and pay him and he lugs the suitcase full of gear around, makes all the arrangements with the theater, sets up the gear, the lights, everything and we get to roll in like rockstars and do a quick check and enjoy ourselves.
In the past I would always be scrambling for shit and trying to locate cables and whatnot and the shows were always much more stressful than they needed to be (hi, scotland!). So this will be really terrific.
US Airways began our journey by canceling our flight the day of the flight and not letting me know, so that scared me a bit, but once that was handled, all was well. I'd write more about US Airways, but the U.S.A.P.A.T.R.I.OT act that you were so happy about 6 years ago prohibits me from making the statements I feel should be made.
1st Amendment indeed!
Speaking of the Bill of Rights...
Speaking of my embarrassing past:
Went to see the worst thing I've ever seen tonight. Fortunately, the grandparents-in-law were tired and we got to leave at half-time.
What a poop.
If you're part of a production and you see someone leaving at half-time, do not ask why someone is leaving unless you are prepared to hear the truth, people.
The corollary is, i suppose, do not tell the truth to someone involved with a production when leaving at half-time unless you are prepared to get flipped off.
I dubbed it "Horrible U2 Summer" and this site is able to replicate the same feelings of disillusion and despair.
The bride and I have been going to the saturday night screenings at the hollywood forever cemetary. It's something I look forward to every year. A couple of weeks ago, they showed Harold y Maude and so many people showed up that there was "line anarchy" and it bummed us out and we left. It used to be BACK IN THE OLD DAYS, SONNY!!!! that the lines would form organically and everyone would cooperate and it was loverly. Now ALL THESE RIFF RAFF HOOLIGANS SHOW UP, SONNY!!!!! and it eats ass in the bad way.
Butt. this past week, we got there right around 5:30 (show begins at sundown... 8:30-9?) and had no problems. They screened roman holiday and I'd never seen it and it ruled. We take a shitload of candy, a ginormous bag of pistachios, bags of carrots, a couple of frescas, a couple of diet cokes, some water, blankets, very short beach chairs, cards to play games in line, ubiquitous video ipod (more later), and sit and hold hands and watch the movies. It sure is nice. Man.
Next week they're showing Fast Times. I'm hopeful that we can go. Haven't seen it in years. So odd to hear the guys running the screening as "Amy Heckerling's Fast Times at Ridgemont High". Dig that possessive credit, peeps!
It got me to thinking... Remember back when t.v. sucked and they used to ruin movies by making t.v. shows out of them? Now movies suck because they're ruining t.v. shows by making movies out of them.
"I hope I get a callback for the part of Jerry in the Seinfeld movie..."
Did spamscam at the Lakeshore Theater in Chicago aka Gateway to the West and had such a tremendous time. Since we're performing the show for money now, we're able to take Aaron along as the tech and pay him and he lugs the suitcase full of gear around, makes all the arrangements with the theater, sets up the gear, the lights, everything and we get to roll in like rockstars and do a quick check and enjoy ourselves.
In the past I would always be scrambling for shit and trying to locate cables and whatnot and the shows were always much more stressful than they needed to be (hi, scotland!). So this will be really terrific.
US Airways began our journey by canceling our flight the day of the flight and not letting me know, so that scared me a bit, but once that was handled, all was well. I'd write more about US Airways, but the U.S.A.P.A.T.R.I.OT act that you were so happy about 6 years ago prohibits me from making the statements I feel should be made.
1st Amendment indeed!
Speaking of the Bill of Rights...
Speaking of my embarrassing past:
Went to see the worst thing I've ever seen tonight. Fortunately, the grandparents-in-law were tired and we got to leave at half-time.
What a poop.
If you're part of a production and you see someone leaving at half-time, do not ask why someone is leaving unless you are prepared to hear the truth, people.
The corollary is, i suppose, do not tell the truth to someone involved with a production when leaving at half-time unless you are prepared to get flipped off.
Labels: half-cocked ranting, nigerian spamscamscam, the "good old days"
posted by mister snickers at 11:42 PM
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I was this close to forgetting about E.G. Daily's New Order-esque music career until this post.
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