Finding Pay Dirt in Scannable Driver’s Licenses
What’s your opinion? I’d like to know.

Things went (for the most part) just like I said they would on Friday. The mass consumption of nachos ended up happening at Stress Factory, resulting in no trip to the Greasetrucks.

Lewis Black killed. No other way to say it. There were moments during his set when I literally couldn’t breathe. It also helped that he had two really good warmups, plus the Stress Factory “Patented” Crank Call went over pretty well. But Lewis Black absolutely killed. (He did about 10 minutes on New Jersey that nearly had me on the floor. – “Pretty soon, you’re going to pull out of your driveway, and – BOOM! – cars!”) Good shit. Plus it was good to see Josh and Harlan again.

I’d love for someone to answer this question for me – at the United check in counter at Newark Airport, there’s one counter labeled “1K Check In”. What’s it for?

Bryan and I both know all the lyrics to the Buffy musical episode (“Once More wth Feeling”). It’s kinda scary.

Newark Airport has too many ramps.

I think that’s about it for now. Depending on if Josh posts his (and when Bry gets back online) there may be pictures.

So here’s how this weekend is shaping up:

Tonight – Lewis Black at the Stress Factory. I’ll be joined by Bryan, Spike and Josh. Comedy, followed most likely by heart-attack-inducing sandwiches at the Greasetrucks. A good time to be had by all.

Saturday – the afternoon is still somewhat up in the air, but I’m pretty sure Bryan and Darren will be involved in some way. In the evening, we get to check out what Ali’s been doing with her time for the last 2 months – we’re going to see her production of “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying” (or, as it was known in it’s last Broadway revival, “H2$”) at Lawrence High School. Darren (or, technically, Reid Sound) is doing sound…and somehow, Darren got suckered into designing lights too. Ah, the obligations of marriage.

Sunday Sunday Sunday! – Sleep. Sleep. Drive Bryan to Newark Airport, most likely. Then my buddy Steve comes over for Wrestlemania X-8 on PPV and mass consumption of nachos.

All in all, a pretty busy weekend. Let’s see if it plays out as planned…

What the F**K is going on with the weather???

…I noticed that the commercial for Spiderman cuts a lot from the theatrical trailer, but manages to retain the scene with Kirsten Dunst’s nipples that Darren and I have been obsessing over. Which surprises me, because the shot really leaves very little to a PG-13 rated imagination.

I’m just saying, is all.

So, I’ve been asleep for the last 3 hours or so. I got home from work (that’s right, work. On a Sunday.) around 2:30, read a magazine, and the next thing I know, it’s 7. This weekend’s committee was very exhausting, and somewhat irritating, but I’m told this year’s committee went much more smoothly than last year’s, and that I’m at least partially responsible for that. Go figure.

That’s not to say the weekend wasn’t without entertainment. One of the things about scholarship applications is that, like movies, a lot of them will have poor writing, poor editing, or just sloppy execution in general. One writer actually wrote: “My goats are my inspiration.” I’m not kidding. Now, never mind the fact that the writer meant “goaLs”, not “goaTs” – it’s just a poorly constructed argument to begin with. The “goats” thing just made it that much more entertaining.

Tonight’s probably going to be an early night (providing I can get back to sleep), and then it’s back to normal tomorrow. The light at the end of this tunnel is Lewis Black at the Stress Factory this Friday.

Here’s an interesting article glommed from my favourite source, BBC News Online – I say it’s interesting because the writer basically sets aside the ratings and declares David Letterman to be, after Johnny Carson, essentially the God of Late Night.
The long arm of Letterman

I missed BlogChat, and literally everyone on my buddy list has gone to bed. *sigh* Maybe I’ll read a little.

EW.com | Space Ghost reports from the U.S. Comedy Festival
The thin mountain air here is chockful of comedy and moisture. Just this morning I broke bread with superstar Adam Sandler when he initiated eye contact with me in the parking lot outside the Opera House. When I approached him about a possible interview and maybe some money for food, he suggested that I not touch his coat.