Dinner was terrific. My father really should enter a chili-making tournament. I think he could win with his Texas Red recipe.
Lisa and I stayed much later than usual. Tonight was the premiere of My Fair Brady and I wanted to see it. I should have known better. How can I describe this show? Quite a number of years ago, Audra and I went to a 3-day Star Trek Convention called Shore Leave. The one night, at a party in the ballroom, I stood at the edge of the dance floor looking out over a sea of Klingons, Highlanders, Vulcans, and other oddly attired people. My eye then caught sight of something foul. There was a couple not more than 10 feet away from me having sex on the dance floor. A lightsaber was attached to his hip, even though his pants were by his knees. She wore pointy, makeshift ears. Maybe she was experiencing Pon Farr, I don’t know. What I do know is that I was repulsed yet I couldn’t look away. I stood there, mouth agape, unable to move. As luck would have it, the performance ended very quickly. Once it was over I felt dirty and I wanted to claw my eyes out. My Fair Brady produced the same feelings.
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C’mon, Donna.
A Jedi and a Vulcan? I don’t believe you for a second …
You know, they’d really have to work out their schedules to make it work. The Vulcan woman had to plan 7 years in advance, and young Skywalker probably had to get Uncle Owen’s permission to be out so late.
-N.
ps: You want to see some real freaky stuff, check out the Wizard World Comic Con. Everything was fine until I saw a makeshift Batman and a half-assed Catwoman making out in the lobby. Where’s Julie Newmar when you need her?
I get that same feeling after watching much of television these days…including the news…
You’re funny, kinda like a kick in the groin.
I thought they had to fight to the death for mating rights??? I don’t know, maybe I’m just out of date here…
-Jason
C’mon. Kicks in the groin are hilarious.
Unless, of course, it’s _your_ groin.
You mean you wouldn’t laugh if I got kicked in the groin?
I’d laugh!