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Because, really, none of y'all are normal.
Snra & I were attending a NYE party at the global headquarters of Pixel Barrel, but first off had tickets to attend the New Years Eve Laugh Until Someone Says Something Blindingly Innapropriate show at Massey Hall.
Since Sean Cullenwas hosting, that was somewhere in the introductory monologue, where the Asian Tsunami jokes started.
Okay, it wasn't REALLY about the Tsunami, more about Hollywood's self inovlvement, but, really, any comedy routine that includes the phrase "thousands dead" is gonna bring the house down.
Thankfuly, he chose to follow that with the porn song, which made everything okay.
I could also ignore his foolishness by looking at the hotty in the front row with the red leather dress. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you very much.
The rest of the show was similarly uneven. Jessica Holmes did Liza (funny), blondes 1, 2 & 3 (not funny) and Celine (humorous). Kid from Rick Mercer (whatever his name is) did some stuff about the benefits, nationally, of keeping a low profile. The Best Comedianne in Canada did a fairly bad set. I think I've seen her on the Just for Laughs, and been baffled then, too. The Imponderables did a bit about rod hockey hockey players. It was funny. "Who are we playing?" "The Russians." "The Russians AGAIN?!"
There were two other guys too, a philipino and a thin guy. They both amused me, and so can live to collect their own Canada Council grants.
The Frantics,of course, rocked. They did the Roots/Dildo sketch, Dirty Words in the Newspaper, and a few others, including a really funny one about a guy on the GO train who has to talk his daughter through her first period over the phone.
Snra & I were attending a NYE party at the global headquarters of Pixel Barrel, but first off had tickets to attend the New Years Eve Laugh Until Someone Says Something Blindingly Innapropriate show at Massey Hall.
Since Sean Cullenwas hosting, that was somewhere in the introductory monologue, where the Asian Tsunami jokes started.
Okay, it wasn't REALLY about the Tsunami, more about Hollywood's self inovlvement, but, really, any comedy routine that includes the phrase "thousands dead" is gonna bring the house down.
Thankfuly, he chose to follow that with the porn song, which made everything okay.
I could also ignore his foolishness by looking at the hotty in the front row with the red leather dress. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you very much.
The rest of the show was similarly uneven. Jessica Holmes did Liza (funny), blondes 1, 2 & 3 (not funny) and Celine (humorous). Kid from Rick Mercer (whatever his name is) did some stuff about the benefits, nationally, of keeping a low profile. The Best Comedianne in Canada did a fairly bad set. I think I've seen her on the Just for Laughs, and been baffled then, too. The Imponderables did a bit about rod hockey hockey players. It was funny. "Who are we playing?" "The Russians." "The Russians AGAIN?!"
There were two other guys too, a philipino and a thin guy. They both amused me, and so can live to collect their own Canada Council grants.
The Frantics,of course, rocked. They did the Roots/Dildo sketch, Dirty Words in the Newspaper, and a few others, including a really funny one about a guy on the GO train who has to talk his daughter through her first period over the phone.
Quick summary
Jan. 25th, 2004 02:57 pmAh, I lie. It's never quick.
Had a b-day dinner yesterday, a day early. Today is the actual day, but that would conflict with the Royal Rumble.
Anyway, it was dinner at Kama, an Indian place downtown.
I think I mis-planned slightly. I was under the assumption they'd be able to seat a dozen or so people adequately for my purposes (family & Friends get-together). I didn't realize there'd be twice that many there.
Organizationally, it didn't quite work, with my friends at one table & family at the next. I should have seated people so they were near someone they didn't know. That would have worked better.
As it was, the buffet was good. No butter chicken, unfortunately, but that was okay. Mighty Mike Marano, Realms comics editor emeritus and strapping young man, and his charming ladyfriend ordered off the ala carte menu, as did![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redeem147. pyat ended up getting Buffet.
Actual dinner quote!
pyat: This potatoe dish is poorly cooked. Part of it is warm, part of it is cold!
thebitterguy: you took the cold salad portion and the warm portion and mixed them together.
pyat:D'oh!
Overall, things went wonderfully. I was spoiled by the generosity of my friends. Since the majority of eaters did go Buffet, I didn't even get to buy a few appetizer trays. Feh.
I did get a Cortana figure, which was a bit of a high point.
A few guests were unable to make it due to family duties and illness, so I wish them speedy recovery/fast maturity.
Post dinner Karaoke was held at XO Karaoke on Bloor West.
I navigated Snra,redeem147 and YHB to 593 Bloor W., where we had a couple of mildly disturbing minutes trying to figure out where everyone was. I called mr_weasel to ask where they were, and they said they were upstairs. Upstairs? I replied? But the Karaoke establishment is on the ground floor. Hmm. Send Mr. Z outside, and we'll meet him.
We jog outside, where YHB realizes that XO Karaoke is actually at 693 Bloor W. Whoops. We were at BMB Music studio.
Whoops.
A quick shuttle up a few blocks got us to XO Karaoke. Apparently they hadn't processed the booking properly. After a few minutes of requisite obeisance from the host, we got our room. Damn. Let me tell you, while the system was shockingly good ([geek joke] I think the Karaoke Machine was a Nippon Tech hardpoint![/geek joke]), the room was tiny. 6-10 people? Perhaps your willowy Chinamen, sir! A husky Canuck stalwart such as myself is made of bulkier stuf!
And it had a black light painting taking up one wall, and a black light to activate it. Which did wonders for the sheer amount of lint my sweater left on my t-shirt.
Creighton made it to Karaoke; I'd spent some of the evening concerned for his health after I realized that the fire we'd heard about on the radio was actually at his building, but a quick phone call rid me of that worry.
Today, then, is time spent w/ Snra. and the Royal Rumble at Creighton's. I'll take Stunt C*cks for viewing pleasure. God, I love that movie. Comedy about porn? Delightful.
Had a b-day dinner yesterday, a day early. Today is the actual day, but that would conflict with the Royal Rumble.
Anyway, it was dinner at Kama, an Indian place downtown.
I think I mis-planned slightly. I was under the assumption they'd be able to seat a dozen or so people adequately for my purposes (family & Friends get-together). I didn't realize there'd be twice that many there.
Organizationally, it didn't quite work, with my friends at one table & family at the next. I should have seated people so they were near someone they didn't know. That would have worked better.
As it was, the buffet was good. No butter chicken, unfortunately, but that was okay. Mighty Mike Marano, Realms comics editor emeritus and strapping young man, and his charming ladyfriend ordered off the ala carte menu, as did
redeem147. pyat ended up getting Buffet. Actual dinner quote!
pyat: This potatoe dish is poorly cooked. Part of it is warm, part of it is cold!thebitterguy: you took the cold salad portion and the warm portion and mixed them together.pyat:D'oh!Overall, things went wonderfully. I was spoiled by the generosity of my friends. Since the majority of eaters did go Buffet, I didn't even get to buy a few appetizer trays. Feh.
I did get a Cortana figure, which was a bit of a high point.
A few guests were unable to make it due to family duties and illness, so I wish them speedy recovery/fast maturity.
Post dinner Karaoke was held at XO Karaoke on Bloor West.
I navigated Snra,
redeem147 and YHB to 593 Bloor W., where we had a couple of mildly disturbing minutes trying to figure out where everyone was. I called mr_weasel to ask where they were, and they said they were upstairs. Upstairs? I replied? But the Karaoke establishment is on the ground floor. Hmm. Send Mr. Z outside, and we'll meet him.We jog outside, where YHB realizes that XO Karaoke is actually at 693 Bloor W. Whoops. We were at BMB Music studio.
Whoops.
A quick shuttle up a few blocks got us to XO Karaoke. Apparently they hadn't processed the booking properly. After a few minutes of requisite obeisance from the host, we got our room. Damn. Let me tell you, while the system was shockingly good ([geek joke] I think the Karaoke Machine was a Nippon Tech hardpoint![/geek joke]), the room was tiny. 6-10 people? Perhaps your willowy Chinamen, sir! A husky Canuck stalwart such as myself is made of bulkier stuf!
And it had a black light painting taking up one wall, and a black light to activate it. Which did wonders for the sheer amount of lint my sweater left on my t-shirt.
Creighton made it to Karaoke; I'd spent some of the evening concerned for his health after I realized that the fire we'd heard about on the radio was actually at his building, but a quick phone call rid me of that worry.
Today, then, is time spent w/ Snra. and the Royal Rumble at Creighton's. I'll take Stunt C*cks for viewing pleasure. God, I love that movie. Comedy about porn? Delightful.
Oh, Cecil, the winter Bocks are in!
Jan. 18th, 2004 05:12 pmFriday night, Snra. Bitter & I went to a beer tasting at a friend's. Quite an interesting experiernce. I should have eaten more, as it did involve drinking a fair bit of beer.
We were given ten beers, and asked to judge each on its appearance, scent, flavour aftertaste and overall impression. I truly should have brought some takeout curry to eat along, as that makes the beer experience perfect. Hmmm. Or perhaps a plate o' nachos. Or a greasy burger.
Of the X amount of people originally planning to attend, Y (x/2) made it in. Which was kind of unfortunate, as I'd hoped for more people to disguise my beer ignorance among.
I had one that I hated (but the host's wife gave fours to), and two I liked quite a bit. The theme was winter Bock beer, which I know nothing about (although there WAS a handout. It has something to do with goats). I did get to let a couple good belches rip. And by teh time we were done, my lips were numb. Enjoyable, even if we did end up drinking a bottle of a liquid best described as a black hole of beverages (No Light can Escape).
On the plus side, I got to talk about The Drawing of The Dark for about ten minutes, which no one had read, but which I suspect they WILL read. That was a cool book. "Blah, blah, beer as grail, blah blah, beer, arthur, Jannisaries, blah, finis."
I was mildly terrified yesterday, as the Xbox Live connection was not working. I dug out the book and checked the troubleshooting section (there's a restore pinhole on the back, which I dread ever since the first of Snra's Palm Pilots died a sad death). What does it say? "Unplug and plug back in, fool."
So I did. And it works. I played Mechassault with some guys. Apparently there's a huge piece of downloadable content that requies a premium membership (which I have no idea what that means; does it cost extra?), which a lot of the games required to play.
I DID run a Giant Killer game, which consists of six players, one of which plays a heavy mech, the other five playing elementals. If you kill the mech, you get into your choice of mech. Lots of fun.
Now, to play CS with people I know. What a wonderful world we live in.
Oh, yeah: there's someone who's friended me I do not know. Are any of you abcesyas?
We were given ten beers, and asked to judge each on its appearance, scent, flavour aftertaste and overall impression. I truly should have brought some takeout curry to eat along, as that makes the beer experience perfect. Hmmm. Or perhaps a plate o' nachos. Or a greasy burger.
Of the X amount of people originally planning to attend, Y (x/2) made it in. Which was kind of unfortunate, as I'd hoped for more people to disguise my beer ignorance among.
I had one that I hated (but the host's wife gave fours to), and two I liked quite a bit. The theme was winter Bock beer, which I know nothing about (although there WAS a handout. It has something to do with goats). I did get to let a couple good belches rip. And by teh time we were done, my lips were numb. Enjoyable, even if we did end up drinking a bottle of a liquid best described as a black hole of beverages (No Light can Escape).
On the plus side, I got to talk about The Drawing of The Dark for about ten minutes, which no one had read, but which I suspect they WILL read. That was a cool book. "Blah, blah, beer as grail, blah blah, beer, arthur, Jannisaries, blah, finis."
I was mildly terrified yesterday, as the Xbox Live connection was not working. I dug out the book and checked the troubleshooting section (there's a restore pinhole on the back, which I dread ever since the first of Snra's Palm Pilots died a sad death). What does it say? "Unplug and plug back in, fool."
So I did. And it works. I played Mechassault with some guys. Apparently there's a huge piece of downloadable content that requies a premium membership (which I have no idea what that means; does it cost extra?), which a lot of the games required to play.
I DID run a Giant Killer game, which consists of six players, one of which plays a heavy mech, the other five playing elementals. If you kill the mech, you get into your choice of mech. Lots of fun.
Now, to play CS with people I know. What a wonderful world we live in.
Oh, yeah: there's someone who's friended me I do not know. Are any of you abcesyas?
A day in short sentences.
Sure, I'll bet there were clues. Given time, I might have slipped up. But, baby, when The Bitter Guy decides you're gonna get caught, you get CAUGHT.
All went according to play yesterday (although I should have been done and home by the time she got back, nothing was suspected). Today, we got up, broke fast, she watched some Cory, I puttered a bit, and we tidied. I loaded the BBQ while she showered, and when I'd finished vacuuming and doing some dishes, I explained that the Library had called to let me know a couple books were in, and I had to pick up. She asked me to get cash for Underworld & put some change into the shakey/countey device at teh grocery store.
Of course, I did nothing of the sort. I crossed the road, where I found Laurie, the first of the crew, waiting with her daughter.redeem147 quicky joined us, and I hopped towards to store to see if anyone else was there, which there was, my good bud William & his charming wife Meredith (or possibly my good bud Meredith and her charming husband William, but the order is irrelevant).
Headed into the grocery store for fixins for rice (needed tomatos), wherepyat caught up with me. He got some tortillas, and I went out to arrange further. Valerie and her husband Chris had made it in, and a second (female) Chris joined us shortly afterwards.
Many of the group wished to proceed to Casa Mohareb for the festivities, but I reigned them in with an iron fist. Because, you see, the cake was still missing. Mr. & Mrs. Z had agreed to pick it up, and were on route (they'd just rung me up on the cellular).
Once they pulled into the lot, we proceeded across the street. Everyone was to follow me as quietly as possible, and then I would summon Snra. Bitter to the door, where there would be chants of 'surprise' and much amusement.
Worked like a charm. The look on her face was a combination of surprise and confusion, with just a smidgen of delight.
Got everyone into the house, which was good. We were short on ass space (some folks ended up floorbound, some stood at the table and discussed stuff), and I got the Macs off the table and the tablecloth down.
Snacks served, drinks out, got the Q started, and boom. Away we go. Got the banner up, pin on (Snra. Bitter had a badge that read "birthday girl").
Got the rice started, got the fixin's diced, got the meat cookin'. Dinner served, desert made. Cousin n' his fiance made it in.
Meanwhile, Snra Bitter got her cards n' presents open. The guests tore through dinner fairly well (since at least 2 vegans were inna house, plus a few possibly regular veggies, I prepared the peppers n' onions seperately and made sure the rice was clean.
After cake service, folks began to drift away. Final departure was cousin, whom I pantsed in Halo.
The last two slabs o' meat did not complete on the Q (coals cooled quickly). I
Brother called. Said he was on his way. Said "dude, everyone's left". He chatted to Snra. on the phone. We will get together another time.mr_weasel then showed up with his HTA and a delightful bouquet (cats are now eating it, I wouldn't be surprised). Mr. Z returned to pick up Mrs. Z's purse.
Dishes were done (but not by me. I will let them soak until tommorow). I'm going to bed.
Sure, I'll bet there were clues. Given time, I might have slipped up. But, baby, when The Bitter Guy decides you're gonna get caught, you get CAUGHT.
All went according to play yesterday (although I should have been done and home by the time she got back, nothing was suspected). Today, we got up, broke fast, she watched some Cory, I puttered a bit, and we tidied. I loaded the BBQ while she showered, and when I'd finished vacuuming and doing some dishes, I explained that the Library had called to let me know a couple books were in, and I had to pick up. She asked me to get cash for Underworld & put some change into the shakey/countey device at teh grocery store.
Of course, I did nothing of the sort. I crossed the road, where I found Laurie, the first of the crew, waiting with her daughter.
redeem147 quicky joined us, and I hopped towards to store to see if anyone else was there, which there was, my good bud William & his charming wife Meredith (or possibly my good bud Meredith and her charming husband William, but the order is irrelevant). Headed into the grocery store for fixins for rice (needed tomatos), where
pyat caught up with me. He got some tortillas, and I went out to arrange further. Valerie and her husband Chris had made it in, and a second (female) Chris joined us shortly afterwards. Many of the group wished to proceed to Casa Mohareb for the festivities, but I reigned them in with an iron fist. Because, you see, the cake was still missing. Mr. & Mrs. Z had agreed to pick it up, and were on route (they'd just rung me up on the cellular).
Once they pulled into the lot, we proceeded across the street. Everyone was to follow me as quietly as possible, and then I would summon Snra. Bitter to the door, where there would be chants of 'surprise' and much amusement.
Worked like a charm. The look on her face was a combination of surprise and confusion, with just a smidgen of delight.
Got everyone into the house, which was good. We were short on ass space (some folks ended up floorbound, some stood at the table and discussed stuff), and I got the Macs off the table and the tablecloth down.
Snacks served, drinks out, got the Q started, and boom. Away we go. Got the banner up, pin on (Snra. Bitter had a badge that read "birthday girl").
Got the rice started, got the fixin's diced, got the meat cookin'. Dinner served, desert made. Cousin n' his fiance made it in.
Meanwhile, Snra Bitter got her cards n' presents open. The guests tore through dinner fairly well (since at least 2 vegans were inna house, plus a few possibly regular veggies, I prepared the peppers n' onions seperately and made sure the rice was clean.
After cake service, folks began to drift away. Final departure was cousin, whom I pantsed in Halo.
The last two slabs o' meat did not complete on the Q (coals cooled quickly). I
Brother called. Said he was on his way. Said "dude, everyone's left". He chatted to Snra. on the phone. We will get together another time.
mr_weasel then showed up with his HTA and a delightful bouquet (cats are now eating it, I wouldn't be surprised). Mr. Z returned to pick up Mrs. Z's purse. Dishes were done (but not by me. I will let them soak until tommorow). I'm going to bed.
