That’s the name of Lewis Black’s tour, and Herself and I caught the Bibleburg stop last night, with our friends Steve and Christina.
I hadn’t heard that he had done time in Bibleburg as a young man, in 1972, when I had fled the place for Alamosa. He was trying to get a theater going here, and I was trying not very hard to go to college. He spent a year here, which he confessed was all he could take. I managed two in Alamosa, which was all I could take. We both say “fuck” a lot. Makes you think. Maybe not.
He went off on the Gazette at one point and I nearly gave out with, “It was worse to work there than it was to read the sonofabitch,” but soon was glad I didn’t, because (a) there is no Audience Participation Time in standup comedy, and (2) shortly thereafter when he was recounting a screwing he’d endured at the hands of Verizon over a Droid purchase some bimbo chimed in about how he should’ve bought phone insurance and Lewis leaped from the stage into the crowd and tore her throat out with his teeth.
Well, OK, he didn’t actually do that. But he fucked with her for quite some time, and worked the insurance bullshit into another bit, and if she had anything else to contribute thereafter I didn’t hear it.
If you’d like to spend a memorable evening pissing your pants while laughing hysterically, here’s his schedule.
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I used to love the “Back in Black” segment on The Daily Show but since we chopped the cable in favor of televised excrement via hi-def airwave, haven’t seen him in awhile so don’t even know if they still have him on. Lounging around in a swank joint here in the Twin Cities while the wife interviews potential adjuncts to keep trying to make the kids think for themselves during her upcoming sabbatical. We got cable here, even HBO so I can tune in my other favorite wildman, Bill Maher tonight! Meanwhile spring continues elsewhere (I bet it’s nice in Italy right now) but here in “Prairie Home Companion” land it’s gray and rainy. I guess I need to get my fat a__ down to the “health club” and sweat a bit before I go off on a Trader Joe’s run.
Hey, Larry … Lewis Black is an infrequent guest on “The Daily Show” lately; he was on last week, ripping Donald Trump a new asshole. We stream the show via Al Gore’s Innertubes using a Mac Mini and Hulu.
If you ever have a chance to catch his act live, it’s worth the money. ‘Course, he has a few DVDs out, too, so you can rent one of those (or maybe stream one from Netflix) and spare yourself the howling buffoons in the seats directly behind you.
We’re supposed to have sunny if windy weather today and tomorrow. I’m hoping for more of the former and less of the latter — I damn’ near got blown off the bike yesterday. It was a real challenge laying out a route to keep the headwinds to a minimum.
Supposed to be warm here today (59 deg F right now) but so far I’ve not seen the outside of Ye Ole Bombe Factorie since 0800. Someone let me know what is going on in the real world.
Weekend is supposed to be windy. We were hoping to ride the tandem from Santa Fe down to Madrid and back on Sunday morning, but right now the forecast is calling for “windy, occasional higher gusts, and occasions of high airborne dust concentrations”. Maybe we will try it with the old Trek tandem, aka, “the bike that rides like shit now that we have a new one”. Needs a sandblasting and new paint job anyway.
Swell. Welcome to Spring in the Land of Entrapment.
Fuckin’ losers in Florida…
“Makes you think. ”
No, it’s Friday. No thinking till tomorrow when I’m on the bike watching for doors.
57 degrees and maybe dry. One less layer and maybe a mile an hour faster. When’s spring?
Damn right khal.
Spring? What spring? It’s snowing here in northern New England. Not even April Fools …
Not to make anyone jealous, but it’s about 70 right now in Dysfunction Junction, the previous couple days have been almost as good; but now I’m a bit toasted from taking advantage of it all. 80 tomorrow, but wind, wind, and more wind in forecast, all of it of the “headwind” variety no doubt.
A couple days ago I was riding west, heading outbound, on one of the farm roads north of here when I noticed that the smoke from a burning farmer’s field a few miles south was also heading west. Which, naturally, was right about where my route would be taking me home. And sure enough, I had the pleasure of somehow being blessed with a headwind on the way out and a headwind on the way back home. You can call it “good training”, I call it getting gypped out of a tail wind.
Change of subject, but I got a few good laughs out of the April Fools gags over at Velonews.com. Apparently, O’G, you folks at Velonews have discovered what the gang at Faux News figured out long ago: that it’s much easier and a whole lot more fun to just make up the news.