I am sorry, Fiona, you will have to place your breasts in checked baggage.

Also imagining a funky jive-type Navajo handshake, even though have read Tony Hillerman and should know better.

They make you taste it, I guess that's something.

They can make me taste my Diet Coke, too! Rassenfrassen.

I am sorry, Fiona, you will have to place your breasts in checked baggage.

Heh.

Just popping my head in to say thanks to Ellen, Nutty and Frank for coming to my reading at the Boton Poetry Slam last night! It was much fun to see them there. Serious night of "When Social Circles Collide," with a handful of Buffistas, a few poets whom I know but don't really go to readings (and who, alas, didn't read, although I drank with them afterward) an old friend from back when I was in college in England and an old friend of Thessaly's from when she was just out of college.

Head nearly exploded. Too much fun. Hope everyone had a good time.

Hope everyone had a good time.

Certainly did. The bus trip home made it unlikely I'll be doing that kind of thing all that often (although once the car situation is resolved, I can mitigate the problems of getting home a bit), but otherwise, the evening was good fun.

Such a last minute decision too. I was going to hit the train to Salem around 6, then decided to stop at a store first. When I got out of there, I just decided to walk over to the Red Line and away we go.

I also tried a tasty restaurant in Central Square (Rendezvous) that I'd been meaning to get to, so all-in-all, a satisfying night of spontaneous behavior.

David Hasselhoff: 'Maybe I Am The Antichrist?'

David Hasselhoff fears he may be the Antichrist after reading conspiracy theories about himself on the internet. The star confesses he's hooked on searching his own name on the net and reading the wacky entries fans post.

He says, "I Google myself. This morning it said, 'References to David Hasselhoff: seven million, three hundred and thirty-three thousand, six hundred. Everything from me being a God to being the Antichrist.

"I actually read it and believed it. I started thinking, 'Maybe I am the Antichrist? Maybe why that's why all this weird s**t that has started happening to me and women yell at me on the street."

Certainly did.

Oh, good, cause it was great to see you there! (Even if I'm always distracto boy before a feature.) When I get my brain together, I'll post a recap of the entire evening on Livejournal.

Saucy puppet shows

EDINBURGH (Reuters) - The creators of The Muppets and Sesame Street are staging a puppet show that is strictly for adults only.

Miss Piggy would blush over the antics in "Jim Henson's Puppet Improv" which spearheads a renaissance of puppet shows for grown-ups at this year's Edinburgh Fringe arts festival.

Every afternoon at the Fringe, an anarchic troupe of puppeteers led by the late Jim Henson's son Brian do an improvisational show for kids.

Every evening the air turns blue as the show takes off into surreal flights of fancy dictated by the audience.

...

"The Americans are more action-oriented. They want to see the puppets beating each other up.

"British audiences are more intellectual. They like to see it sick and twisted, but in an intellectual way."

I should mention again how much fun I had at the sock-puppet version of Showgirls....

By which I mean, don't let me impose my linearity on your perfectly reasonable tangent or whatever.

By which I mean, don't let me impose my linearity on your perfectly reasonable tangent or whatever.

Words to live by.

See, I try to picture this in my head and think, "Tangents are linear."

Ooh, ooh! There were clips from the Muppet Improv at Comic Con (after the disappointingly footage-free Power of the Dark Crystal panel), and it looked hiLARIOUS. I really really really want to see it live.