Okay, so I get groused at for not updating. Bah humbug on all (five) of you! I wanted more
Eventful weekend so far, in an uneventful way. Mad chaos by way of Jon’s computer, which starteddoing everything but what it was supposed to (ie tap-dancing, making toast) and required a formatand subsequent hijinks to fix. This followed a visit from Jarvis and, night before that, anactual Short Story practice. Hell is whiningabout the thermostat again.
But, uh, not much other than that. Promise.
Just got done watching SNL and man oh man. It was just bad, like they put it togetherwithout a dress rehearsal or in fact a script. I think this is the only time they’ve been funnyentirely by accident. And in the midst of it all, Will Ferrell stands like some kind of… king ordeposed tyrant, who rules by sheer ability to keep a straight face, or maybe the fact that he canlook like he has a lazy eye when he wants to.
This entry lacks an ending (like so many of the night’s sketches), so I’ll leave you withthis.
Me: “He died in a trash compactor? That’s horrible! …How are they going to have thefuneral?”
Jon: “Short coffin.”
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