Ah, Vacation. Nothing like a completely unnessecary but fully appreciated vacation from work to make you feel relaxed for a change. So far, it's been a pretty enjoyable week. Most of Saturday and Sunday were spent putting finishing touches on that weekend's I HEART Disappointment strip. The real fun however started on Monday when Razlo, Leria, and I took a trip to T.T. The Bears in Cambridge, MA to witness live the first day of Tim and Eric's Awesome Show Great Job Tour 2008. We've been big fans of their since we first bore witness to their first Adult Swim show Tom Goes the Mayor, and wanted to see them live last year, but thanks to the infamous Moonday Lite-Brite bombings of Boston last year their live show was cancelled.
It was entertaining waiting outside the club as we were standing right at the street corner, and people assumed we were the end of the line. It was fun hearing all the shocked reactions from people once they turned the corner and bore witness the extremely long line of nerds, punks, and assorted other hipsters continueing behind us. Somehow people were shocked that a comedy act with a cable TV show was drawing a lot more costumers then local bands.
Anyway, the act opened with DJ Dougg Pound, one of the audio technicians from their show doing a hilarious shitty DJ act filled with awful dance remixes, embarrassing sound samples, and probably the only funny use of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" that you'll ever hear.
Tim and Eric's Show started afterwards with a wonderful dance number that involved flesh tone jumpsuits and giant testicles. They performed many songs from their show, including several Casey and His Brother songs, Petite Feet (Feminine Step), and other joy. They showed new clips from Season 3 of Awesome Show, threw Papa John's Pizza and Hot Dogs at us, and eventually kissed each other.
I got myself a nice terrible t-shirt of theirs that I proudly wore the next day, and they were nice enough to stick around and sign promotional poster I had. Tim seemed winded and worn out after the show, but still polite, and Eric was all smiles. He's also fucking huge. We capped off the night with some Papa John's Pizza thanks to their wonderful promotion.
Tuesday I made the grueling 45-minute trek back to my old stompin' grounds of Haverhill, MA, with the air-conditioning on full blast for the first time this year, and The Distillers on my iPod keeping me driving too fast. I was mainly there to pick up a loan payment bill for my car from my parent's house that the credit union absolutely refuses to mail to me directly. But I decided to take a trip to a few nearby business for time killing.
Nearby Plaistow NH houses what is one of the last remaining independent used video game stores in the area, The Video Game Exchange. It's a fucking museum for all things game tape, especially pre-Playstation items. Old school stuff is available in spades. It permeates every corner of the building, more so then I though, which I'll get to in a minute.
Anyhow, when I was in there, a customer struck up a conversation with me about my awesomely awful Tim and Eric t-shirt. It was a joy to randomly run into another fan of their stuff.
I've been looking for a top-loading NES for a very long time, and the owner had at least five available at that moment for a little over 80 smackeroos, so I couldn't pass. We struck up a conversation about how much of a pain in the ass it is to care for old NES games, and I mentioned how my old friend Redfive05 helped me repair mine. I guess knowing Redfive made him really like me, so after he rang me up, he let me come back into the back room of the building and check out all the stuff he had back there. He had at least 10 copies of nearly every NES game imaginable (ever see 14 copies of GOTCHA! in the same place?), accessories out the yin-yang, and three bookcases worth of Atari games in the bathroom. He said all of this was probably 10% of his collection, so if you want anything, check out his website, call him, he probably has it.
I strolled into the Plaistow Wal-Mart, ran into some old coworkers of mine, shot the shit for awhile, flabergasted one of them with my new tattoos.
I hit Newbury Comics in Salem NH, and managed to find a copy of my only noteworthy celebrity crush Diablo Cody's pre-Juno book Candy Girl, which I had tried to find previously and failed miserably, as no book stores had it and Amazon.com of all places was actually SOLD OUT of. I always viewed the internet as being a magical place I could find anything. But there it was, above the compilation disc rack. Funny, I would have thought it would have been on one of the bookshelves. But whatever.
Anyway, I drove home for a delightful homemade taco dinner with my folks and cracked it open while I waited for ground beef delights. I was engrossed with it, and the only time I put it down that whole night was to eat and to drive home, as I'm not good with stuffing my face or driving at high speeds while reading. At 11:30 that night I finished it, which is quite a feet for me as I never read real books practically ever. My book shelves are filled unwatched DVD's and unfinished video games, and what few non-Daily Show related books I own are primary Japanese comic books, so yeah, you could say I'm a non-reader. But it was too fascinating to read all of her war stories from her year in various stages of adult entertainment. I know all you cool kids probably read it already two years ago, but if you haven't, and can find a copy, snag it. It's interesting, hilarious, sad, kinda creepy, really fun, and everything in between.
I actually did something I never usually do and sent her a message on her MySpace to tell her how much I enjoyed it, which I know for a fact will never be seen ever because, you know, she has movies to fucking write, and probably recieves 1000's of indistinguishable "I love you!" comments from weirdos every day, but whatever. I felt I had to.
Today, I unwound, sat down, and wrote up some information for the upcoming character profile pages of I HEART Disappointment, and read the news that the XBOX 360 is getting a NEW SPLATTERHOUSE GAME! It's being developed by the team that made the excellent and completely underappreciated Mark of Kri on the PS2. I'm excited.
So this was one huge fucking blog today, friends. But I actually had a ton of shit to write about for this week, and surprisingly, I didn't go into as much detail as I could have. I've got four more days left of my vacation, if anyone wants to shoot me a message or two, feel free, I'll be around all week unless something kick ass comes up.
Laters,
Gil
It was entertaining waiting outside the club as we were standing right at the street corner, and people assumed we were the end of the line. It was fun hearing all the shocked reactions from people once they turned the corner and bore witness the extremely long line of nerds, punks, and assorted other hipsters continueing behind us. Somehow people were shocked that a comedy act with a cable TV show was drawing a lot more costumers then local bands.
Anyway, the act opened with DJ Dougg Pound, one of the audio technicians from their show doing a hilarious shitty DJ act filled with awful dance remixes, embarrassing sound samples, and probably the only funny use of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" that you'll ever hear.
Tim and Eric's Show started afterwards with a wonderful dance number that involved flesh tone jumpsuits and giant testicles. They performed many songs from their show, including several Casey and His Brother songs, Petite Feet (Feminine Step), and other joy. They showed new clips from Season 3 of Awesome Show, threw Papa John's Pizza and Hot Dogs at us, and eventually kissed each other.
I got myself a nice terrible t-shirt of theirs that I proudly wore the next day, and they were nice enough to stick around and sign promotional poster I had. Tim seemed winded and worn out after the show, but still polite, and Eric was all smiles. He's also fucking huge. We capped off the night with some Papa John's Pizza thanks to their wonderful promotion.
Tuesday I made the grueling 45-minute trek back to my old stompin' grounds of Haverhill, MA, with the air-conditioning on full blast for the first time this year, and The Distillers on my iPod keeping me driving too fast. I was mainly there to pick up a loan payment bill for my car from my parent's house that the credit union absolutely refuses to mail to me directly. But I decided to take a trip to a few nearby business for time killing.
Nearby Plaistow NH houses what is one of the last remaining independent used video game stores in the area, The Video Game Exchange. It's a fucking museum for all things game tape, especially pre-Playstation items. Old school stuff is available in spades. It permeates every corner of the building, more so then I though, which I'll get to in a minute.
Anyhow, when I was in there, a customer struck up a conversation with me about my awesomely awful Tim and Eric t-shirt. It was a joy to randomly run into another fan of their stuff.
I've been looking for a top-loading NES for a very long time, and the owner had at least five available at that moment for a little over 80 smackeroos, so I couldn't pass. We struck up a conversation about how much of a pain in the ass it is to care for old NES games, and I mentioned how my old friend Redfive05 helped me repair mine. I guess knowing Redfive made him really like me, so after he rang me up, he let me come back into the back room of the building and check out all the stuff he had back there. He had at least 10 copies of nearly every NES game imaginable (ever see 14 copies of GOTCHA! in the same place?), accessories out the yin-yang, and three bookcases worth of Atari games in the bathroom. He said all of this was probably 10% of his collection, so if you want anything, check out his website, call him, he probably has it.
I strolled into the Plaistow Wal-Mart, ran into some old coworkers of mine, shot the shit for awhile, flabergasted one of them with my new tattoos.
I hit Newbury Comics in Salem NH, and managed to find a copy of my only noteworthy celebrity crush Diablo Cody's pre-Juno book Candy Girl, which I had tried to find previously and failed miserably, as no book stores had it and Amazon.com of all places was actually SOLD OUT of. I always viewed the internet as being a magical place I could find anything. But there it was, above the compilation disc rack. Funny, I would have thought it would have been on one of the bookshelves. But whatever.
Anyway, I drove home for a delightful homemade taco dinner with my folks and cracked it open while I waited for ground beef delights. I was engrossed with it, and the only time I put it down that whole night was to eat and to drive home, as I'm not good with stuffing my face or driving at high speeds while reading. At 11:30 that night I finished it, which is quite a feet for me as I never read real books practically ever. My book shelves are filled unwatched DVD's and unfinished video games, and what few non-Daily Show related books I own are primary Japanese comic books, so yeah, you could say I'm a non-reader. But it was too fascinating to read all of her war stories from her year in various stages of adult entertainment. I know all you cool kids probably read it already two years ago, but if you haven't, and can find a copy, snag it. It's interesting, hilarious, sad, kinda creepy, really fun, and everything in between.
I actually did something I never usually do and sent her a message on her MySpace to tell her how much I enjoyed it, which I know for a fact will never be seen ever because, you know, she has movies to fucking write, and probably recieves 1000's of indistinguishable "I love you!" comments from weirdos every day, but whatever. I felt I had to.
Today, I unwound, sat down, and wrote up some information for the upcoming character profile pages of I HEART Disappointment, and read the news that the XBOX 360 is getting a NEW SPLATTERHOUSE GAME! It's being developed by the team that made the excellent and completely underappreciated Mark of Kri on the PS2. I'm excited.
So this was one huge fucking blog today, friends. But I actually had a ton of shit to write about for this week, and surprisingly, I didn't go into as much detail as I could have. I've got four more days left of my vacation, if anyone wants to shoot me a message or two, feel free, I'll be around all week unless something kick ass comes up.
Laters,
Gil