Okay. So my official return last week became a "peeking in of the head" shortly after another guest arrived and work beckoned and my universe ground to a dark, soul-sucking halt. But I'm not complaining! I'm not one of the complainy-pants people. No siree! However--and this is totally unrelated--I would appreciate any and all advice on how one might politely ask overnight guests to keep their visits to a four day maximum, no more than twice a year. Or buy me a 3,000 sq. ft. loft with guest quarters in Chelsea.
So what else has been going on?....hmmm....well, I was just accosted in the street by a sketch comedy troupe. Rapscallions. Which, if you care to keep track, brings my lifetime 'accosted in the street by a sketch comedy troupe' total up to 11. They set me free after I promised (a lie) to attend their show tonight, which each member guaranteed was going to be "really funny". Have you ever met someone who described themselves as "really funny"? And were they? Moving on...
Star Wars-Revenge of the Sith. I could produce a geekfest on the topic that would drive a sane person to suicide. Put it this way: if you were around eight or so when the first movie came out, experienced the age-appropriate yet totally fucking OUT THERE madness over the original trilogy, and then waited TWENTY FLIPPING YEARS for prequels that were so heinous they caused a wildly important part of you die, and you SWORE you were done with it, swore you would give up hope for any cinematic redemption on the part of Lucas and friends, promised you would not--come hell or high water--under any circumstances go and see Revenge of the Sith so that you may at least retain whatever fondness and goodness you have left for the franchise, and yet you physically could not stop yourself from going, on opening weekend, because you knew they had you from the first pirated trailer you illegally downloaded from a guy in Japan a year ago--then you, my friend, will not be disappointed by this movie. Prerequisites, there are.
1) making comments prior to their visit about previous visits along the lines of "man, these people came to visit? they stayed THREE nights, i nearly DIED! FISH AND GUESTS, hahahaha!" will help keep most visits short. if you find out how to politely get rid of the ones who are subtle-immune, please let me know. we had a guy here for a week, and at the end of the week i was being physically restrained from murdering him.
2) i like sketch comedy. sorry. if it's really, really bad, you can laugh at the horror, the horror.
3) the prerequisite i'm going for is "well, i have to take the kid". because that way it's not like i'm personally invested in it. plus, he's eight now, so i have these sort of full circle goofy feelings. but: i have no expectations! it won't hurt me if it sucks! it won't be like my childhood is being blotted at all!
Posted by: anne at May 26, 2005 03:00 AM1) but the worst offenders are MOMS. Our friends come for a weekend and bring us booze. It's FUN when they come. It's the moms who show up for half a month. Empty handed and full of criticism, no less.
2) In a former life I had occassion to watch and/or work with *genius* (in my opinion) sketch comedians. That lot last night were a bunch of failed stand-ups who took a two hour improv course. Trust me.
3) You know, If you've *got* to have an eight year old around you might as well get some milage out of it *s*. Seriously, being able to watch SW with your own kid...how cool is that? I want a full report.
Posted by: antigeist at May 26, 2005 09:57 AM#3: you know.... i made up this big story about how i was buying this finger puppet dog for "my friends kid" as i was walking up to the register at the grocery store i go to three/four times a week... and when i got there the story cracked cuz the cute checkout girl immediately singled out my new little buddy amid oh lets say....about sixty to seventy dollars worth of groceries....anyhow she put it on her finger and made little bouncy dog moves and noises and the story went out the window....but thats ok cuz now somebody else knows im still a little kid(even though im disguised as a 38yr old man).......what does this have to do with star wars you ask???? well im trying not to gasp in horror or latch onto
the words "my childhood is officially over" that i uttered as i left the theatre feeling not much better than a womp rat back home in beggars canyon..... lets just say that
i think it might be time for george to pay boba a visit in the sarlac pit.....(did i say that out loud????)
anyhow, like i just got done telling my pal
bill....im still planning on transmitting my application to
the academy after next season like we agreed