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May. 5th, 2007 06:16 pmIn Harvard Square this afternoon, in the space of about twenty minutes I:
* Watched part of a Native American Powwow going on in the middle of Radcliffe (the "Tiny Tot" 4 and under division! "Dancing" in their tribal outfits, which for most of them just meant standing and staring at all the people! SO CUTE!)
* Saw a man walk past me painted green from the waist up and orange from the waist down, with a bra and tutu on and a stripe shaved down the middle of his hair. I'm guessing either a sports hazing or someone who lost a bet.
* Experienced the horror which is the Holyoke Public Bathrooms. (Creepy old men, no toilet paper, strange stains, NO TOILET PAPER)
* Remembered it was Free Comic Book Day. And lo, there was much geeking.
Before that in my sketch comedy writing class, I got confirmation that my exorcism sketch was, indeed, the most obscene thing I've ever written. By a factor of 10. I also discovered that I can do the voice of a little old Yiddish lady if I just keep talking without inhaling until my lungs ache. I also heard a story about a local comedian and an eyebrow pencil that made me laugh until I felt dizzy. (This was before the Yiddish lady/lack of oxygen part)
After I post this, I'm going to walk the dog, put another apple out for Peaches the Semi-Tame Squirrel, and then take D out to see "The Host".
To sum up: for a day that started out badly, this rocks.
* Watched part of a Native American Powwow going on in the middle of Radcliffe (the "Tiny Tot" 4 and under division! "Dancing" in their tribal outfits, which for most of them just meant standing and staring at all the people! SO CUTE!)
* Saw a man walk past me painted green from the waist up and orange from the waist down, with a bra and tutu on and a stripe shaved down the middle of his hair. I'm guessing either a sports hazing or someone who lost a bet.
* Experienced the horror which is the Holyoke Public Bathrooms. (Creepy old men, no toilet paper, strange stains, NO TOILET PAPER)
* Remembered it was Free Comic Book Day. And lo, there was much geeking.
Before that in my sketch comedy writing class, I got confirmation that my exorcism sketch was, indeed, the most obscene thing I've ever written. By a factor of 10. I also discovered that I can do the voice of a little old Yiddish lady if I just keep talking without inhaling until my lungs ache. I also heard a story about a local comedian and an eyebrow pencil that made me laugh until I felt dizzy. (This was before the Yiddish lady/lack of oxygen part)
After I post this, I'm going to walk the dog, put another apple out for Peaches the Semi-Tame Squirrel, and then take D out to see "The Host".
To sum up: for a day that started out badly, this rocks.